#this was fun thank you for the ask anon!!!

[theorist-fox]

simon and tits anon from the other day here (forehead kiss received and reciprocated mwah)

anyway more simon and boob thoughts-

those milkmaid/bustier dresses that are coming in to fashion? he’s obsessed, goes shopping with you to fill your wardrobe with them for the summer. especially loves the ones with the ties on the top so he can just pull one string loose to busy his mouth while his hands feel how nice your body is in the corset. goes feral when you don’t wear a bra/pasties with them, but will squeeze your boobs any chance he gets before going on with his business.

when he just needs a quick release and you’re not necessarily in the mood for a fuck, just offer him a tit and let him do the rest. and how can you deny him? cock in hand, stroking in an urgent rhythm while sucking at your nipple, his grunts and moans vibrating through you… even better when he finishes, his hand painted white but still suckling away as his heart rate steadies again. sucking on your nipples is his foreplay, main event, and aftercare all in one.

a big fan of laying himself on top of your while you’re stretched on the bed or on the sofa. pushes your (his) shirt up enough to shove his head inside of it too, lips finding your nipple before using you as a pillow. likes how the shirt surrounds him and makes him feel enclosed, there’s no better place than being trapped against you, all warm and cosy. likes when you pet his head over the fabric, fingers twitching when he knows it’s starting to feel a little too good for you. he has also fallen asleep like this, only to wake up and throw a lethal glare at you when you try to pry him off.

CW: smut, simon with an oral fixation and his mouth stuffed full of your tits 🤩

sucking on your nipples is his foreplay, main event, and aftercare all in one.

You're so right.

And he likes it for several reasons, nasty ones and whatnot—one of these, though, is because you might like it even more.

Because Simon loves it when you scream, when you babble nonsensically as he ploughs his dick into you. He loves to hear you moan his name, fist the sheets pleading for mercy you don't truly want, or claw at his back until nails paint him red—lovely addition to the knotted lines, jagged and ugly, left by much crueller hands.

But hell—does he love it when you're quieter, too. 

When he has you straddling his lap, fingers riding the shirt up your chest. When his hands come to cup your breasts, eyes glued to the shivers that rise in waves on your skin. 

When his mouth languidly lands on your breastbone, open wide, tongue tasting where the bone is harder until it reaches the cashmere flesh cradled in his palms.

Looks up at the pinch of your brows when his lips part around your nipple. Cock chubbed when your mouth yields soft moans that are barely audible unless he perks his ears for it. 

The grind of your hips is instinctive when he starts to suckle, the pain in his shoulders delightful when your nails almost draw blood in the mere intent of finding some balance.

Simon could easily cum in his briefs when you start dragging the wetness lining your panties against the stiff cock tenting his jeans. When the knot of your clit catches his swollen head, scratching against the zipper, and the muscles in your neck go limp—mouth pressed to the crown of his head, breath blowing staggered into his hair. 

Sends shivers down his neck, running in pinpricks down to his tailbone.

You can ride him all day baby. He'll get hard and cum back to back, spill all over himself until his stomach hurts from clenching, whines muffled by the fat still filling his mouth.

As long as you keep your chest close and your moans breathy. As long as you keep cumming too—until you've soaked the denim, until you're wet enough for him to finally slide home.

[i2rizz]

can i ask a version of “no way he pulled that”about shidou? where reader is not only gorgeous, she’s also like the total opposite of him, please and thank u💗💗

Sure girll! There were also other requests for shidou from anons so this is for yall too.

No Way He Pulled That Pt.11

There was a rumor floating around NEL.

Not the usual one about Rin and Isagi’s passive-aggressive arguments, or about Reo buying three new jet skis just to race them down the hallway (which did, in fact, happen). No, this one was different. More outlandish.

Apparently… Ryusei Shidou had a girlfriend.

Which—let’s be real—no one believed.

Rin straight-up laughed. "No woman with a functioning nervous system would voluntarily be with that thing"

Barou didn’t even entertain it. "You mean someone tolerates him?"

Even Isagi, ever the peacemaker, said, "He probably made her up"

Chigiri had the most logical explanation: "She’s probably imaginary and lives in his ego"

But Shidou kept talking about you like you were real.

"I got a volleyball queen, bro. She's got that ‘I could ruin your life and you'd say thank you’ kind of look! Trust"

No one bought it.

So when NEL organized a beach day—partly to relax, partly to stop Shidou from threatening to set the weight room on fire again—Shidou just grinned. "Hope y’all like volleyball"

It started like any other beach day: sunscreen flying, Bachira doing flips in the sand, Reo building a comically massive umbrella fortress, and Nagi lying facedown under it like a collapsed Roman statue.

Kaiser tried to start a game of beach soccer. Isagi threatened to drown him. Typical stuff.

And then someone said, "Hey, isn’t that a volleyball net set up down there?"

The boys looked.

Farther down the beach, the sun caught the glint of a net swaying lightly in the breeze. And then they saw her.

You.

You moved like poetry in motion.

Barefoot in the warm sand, black volleyball shorts hugging your legs, a fitted swim bra that left just enough to the imagination, and your hair pulled back in a loose ponytail that bounced as you leapt up—smack!—and absolutely spiked the volleyball over the net like your life depended on it.

The way your muscles flexed, the confident arch of your back, the way you laughed when you missed a hit but adjusted with ease the next second—

You were dangerous.

Not just beautiful—but lethal. That mix of elegant and athletic, with a face that belonged on the cover of Vogue and a presence that screamed: I could ruin your ego with a single comment.

And God, you were smiling. Not just sweetly—fondly.

Especially when your eyes drifted toward the group of NEL boys gawking from a distance. More specifically—to him.

Shidou, who had been unusually quiet for five whole minutes (a personal record), was grinning so hard it looked painful.

"That’s her" he said proudly, like he just dropped a nuke on their fragile psyches.

"NO WAY IN HELL!"

Isagi dropped his water.

Aiku blinked and whispered, "I think I’m in love with her already"

Barou scowled harder than the sun could burn.

Rin squinted. "She’s…smiling. At him?"

Chigiri looked personally betrayed. "You’re telling me he pulled that?"

Kaiser straight-up choked on his drink. "No. No way. This is PR. He hired her"

"Oh? She lookin’ this good for fun now?" Shidou smirked, tossing his shirt over his shoulder like the menace he is. "That’s my girl, boys"

As if to punctuate his statement, you jogged over after winning the set, your smile radiant, your arms glistening with a sheen of sweat, volleyball cradled in your hand like a trophy.

"Baby!" you beamed.

Baby.

The boys blinked.

You jogged straight up to Shidou, leaned into his space like you owned it (you did), and pressed a kiss to his cheek. He grinned so wide he developed dimples.

They lost it.

"THAT'S ACTUALLY HER?" Isagi hissed. "I thought he made her up!"

"No way," Chigiri muttered, looking personally offended. "She's normal looking. Like, emotionally stable and everything"

"Maybe she hit her head" Rin said.

"You think she's being held hostage?" Nagi offered.

"Blink twice if you need help!" Reo yelled across the sand.

You just laughed.

"What, didn’t believe me?" Shidou purred, arm snaking around your waist. "Told you I don’t cap about perfection"

You rolled your eyes, tapping his nose. "You also told me dolphins were just ‘ocean dogs,’ so forgive their skepticism"

"See?" Aiku hissed. "She’s funny, too! And she touches him without flinching!"

"She deserves an oscar for putting up w him" Isagi muttered.

"She needs therapy" Rin grumbled.

"She could kill me and I’d thank her" Bachira added dreamily.

Nagi, still lying facedown in the sand, mumbled, "Too much light. Can’t look directly at her"

Meanwhile, you turned to Shidou again, gently fixed his crooked necklace, and said, "You forgot sunscreen on your shoulders again, didn't you?"

The man who once bit a player on the field melted instantly. He looked like a golden retriever being praised.

"Oh my god," Barou said in horror. "He's soft"

"He let her touch him," Bachira whispered, stunned.

"He didn't bite her," Isagi added.

"He kissed her cheek," Charles muttered.

"Maybe she has a taser," Rin concluded.

You turned to them with a sweet smile and a wave. "Oh btw, I'm (Name)!"

Dead silence.

Then Bachira, bless his soul, grinned. "Can I get adopted into whatever romantic comedy you two live in?"

Shidou tossed an arm over your shoulder. "Don't get jealous now, losers. You could never"

And that was the day the NEL realized: Ryusei Shidou did, in fact, have a girlfriend.

Not just a girlfriend. A walking, talking goddess with soft eyes, who gently told him to stop harassing seagulls and actually listened when he started ranting about new goal techniques.

The worst part?

You actually liked him.

You laughed at his jokes. You held his hand. You kissed him like he didn't start fistfights just for fun. And every time he looked at you, it was like watching a rabid pitbull turn into a very confused housecat.

Shidou would grin and say, "Yeah, I'm the luckiest bastard alive"

And everyone else would whisper behind his back, "How the hell did he pull her?!"

And the cherry on top?

When Shidou turned and yelled, "Ey! Who wants to get demolished in volleyball by me and my queen?!"

You just smirked, tossing the ball in the air. "Losers serve first"

They never stood a chance.

[shootingstarpilot]

1. for codys pov of the melidaan trio reunion? idk everytime i reread i get a kick out of imagining his version of that very sweet phone call with mel and then nield and cerasi fucking knocking obi wan over with that hug

Ask Game

Write a scene from [insert fic] in another character’s POV

okay I'm so irritated because I started writing this out and then the page refreshed and I lost a good half of the scene but you know what? we're going to try again!

(also cheers for the best prompt because i would've needed to write this eventually for llch so this was AWESOME, thanks so much for this-)

(also also i promise there will be a second half going up that is the actual hug, but you know me, what is a prompt if not an invitation to go hogwild, etc., and also i just really liked this ending line, okay?)

Cody worries.

To be fair, he’s good at that. He’s been worrying for most of his life, about brothers and battles and all the small intricacies that accompany being second-in-command of, functionally, most of the GAR. He forces it into planning and practice until it eases enough to let him grab a few hours of sleep, but it never really– leaves.

And now he’s got something else to worry about.

Oh, don’t get him wrong– he’s worried about Obi-Wan for a while now. But this–

This is new.

He doesn’t come down to the barracks on his own, despite Cody’s hopes after the first night. And they keep finding him in… odd places.

Watching the blurring stars on the observation deck, his comm unit methodically disassembled in front of him. In the rafters of the cargo bay, datapads stacked perilously next to him on a folded crane. In the laundry room, the sound of his pacing muffled under the thunk-thunk-thunk of the enormous machines.

He comes with them, when they ask. But the bags under his eyes grow darker, and his voice grows quieter, and Cody worries and worries and worries.

(There is not a lot of information about Melidaan in their briefing.)

He thinks:

They were his first command.

He thinks:

How long did they think he was dead?

He thinks: 

If it were me–

He thinks:

I’d have no room for rage.

He thinks:

If I thought he was dead–

He thinks:

To be proven wrong--

He thinks:

What wins out, the nat-born or the soldier?

He thinks, but he does not know, so he holds onto Obi-Wan as his breathing evens out and keeps his mouth shut.

A series of moments, in the last few hours:

Standing together on the bridge, shoulders brushing together.

The set of Obi-Wan’s jaw.

The sudden shock of Stats’ voice, announcing their approach.

Obi-Wan’s hand, pressed against the tempered glass.

The fog of his breath when he leans forward, watching.

The light–

Turning towards the window.

The light. 

Obi-Wan’s voice. Quiet, disbelieving.

Oh, he says. All the lights are on.

The stretch of them. The expanse.

(The blooming, awful hope.)

"Sir," Cody says quietly, unwilling to disturb the silent bridge. "We should-"

"Yes," Obi-Wan agrees. His hands vanish into the sleeves of his cloak, and Cody's own itch. "We should."

Cody opens the comm line when Obi-Wan doesn't move. Leans forward when Obi-Wan doesn't move. Declares himself when the line crackles, watches Obi-Wan twitch at the voice announcing Central Control, introduces himself, confirms their ship's ID, and then--

"Requesting identification of the highest-ranking officer on board."

It translates perfectly well.

Obi-Wan closes his eyes. Leans forward.

"Ben Kenobi," he says. He glances up, meets Cody's questioning gaze, quirks a smile- "Reporting for duty."

Her excitement peels away the years.

She sounds so-

Young.

Stats takes over briefly. Coordinates. The landing dock.

Cody tunes him out and watches Obi-Wan instead, feeling faintly ill.

"It's good to hear your voice, Mel," Obi- General Kenobi says at last. "I've- missed you. Very much."

"And yours, Ben," says Mel, and that's a new name too, one Cody doesn't recognize- "We missed you."

Ben.

"Sir," Cody says cautiously. The bridge is silent, all eyes on them, Waxer's wide-eyed expression mirroring his own nausea. "Were we-- your name--?"

Have they been naming him incorrectly? All this time, have they been doing him wrong? His file had said Obi-Wan, everyone had said Obi-Wan, but they of all people know files aren't the half of it-- had they asked? Actually asked his name? He'd said to call him Obi-Wan, but he's always prioritized them, their comfort, he might not have-

(Their names are all they have.)

"Oh," General Kenobi says. He laughs, a little half-hearted thing, and Cody's chest seizes. "Oh, no, I- Mel, she- she couldn't pronounce my name, when I arrived. It was either Ben or Bibi, and I just- kept it. Obi-Wan is more than fine. I haven't been Ben in a very long time. It's their name more than mine, really."

And yet he'd chosen it, when they'd asked for ID.

Cody doesn't stare. Not noticeably, at least. He turns his gaze towards the glass, ducks his head towards Obi-Wan and mutters something along the lines of nice to know we have one friend down there, at least, something that gets another snort, and considers the weight of this newest discovery.

If anyone could shoulder two names like that, he supposes, it would be their general.

(Obi-Wan suits him better, anyways.)

The gunship is packed with most of Ghost's officer corps, all of them eager and wary in equal measure-- even the barest whisper of Separatist sentiment is enough to put them all on edge, because even a whisper making its way to someone in authority indicates a seething mass under their feet that had gone unheard, but it's not quite enough to quell the rustling excitement. Cody suspects Obi-Wan can tell, because his lips twitch upwards as soon as they step onboard, but he doesn't say a word.

Instead, he takes up his position by the portal and presses a hand to the glass.

The portal isn't very big.

Cody rests a hand on his shoulder, and watches him instead.

[ghouljams]

ok like yes delicious. [the hollering and seal clapping anon] im eating muslim gaz right tf up. !!! [side note THAT PEN THING. ohhh thats soo cute :"o!!!] but like! ough so like yes yes in following the self inserting. im like. i dont wear hijab/live in a. fairly christian area. so when i interact w someone and find out that they're muslim too it always gives me this happy little yaaay yippee!! hiii!! oh helloo!!! moment. something kinda. idk. soothing. safe ab it. so like. tee hee. this happening w reader and gaz and the sillay funsie bonding....ouugh me heart.....where is my gaz....where is he!!!! OH MY HEART. WIAT THE MORE I THINK AB THIS THE MORE I WANT TO MARRY HIM. I NEED THIS MAN LEANING AGAINST MY KITCHEN COUNTER IN THE MORNINGS. I ROCK W HIM BEING A SEX FIEND [this man's mouth WILL unpack my religious sex shame. !] I FEEL SAFE W HIM. OHHH FICTIONAL MAN!!!!![<-voice of a girl who has just finally taken the leap to make a cod fic sideblog. perhaps. perhaps this will be my jumping off point.] ok teehee sorry for yammering away in ur asks thank youuuu <3333!!!

-💍

Full disclosure that I am not Muslim so I am not well versed in things and I am absolutely not the first person to pitch Gaz as Muslim, but I absolutely adore that headcanon. Mostly because I think it makes him so much more interesting (which feels impossible because that man is so well rounded as a character) and sets up a fun dynamic with him and Catholic Soap.

ANYWAY: Gaz is a sex fiend and he does NOT feel bad about it, not one bit. He knows that he shouldn't be looking at you with lustful eyes but it's fine because you're going to be his wife eventually which means anything he does now can be forgiven. Maybe he "accidentally" trips you and has to catch you when you fall, oh nooo. He is willing to break rules because he wants you so bad, and London is so overwhelmingly Christian even when people aren't really religious, so finding you wandering around is just a dream come true.

Catch him checking labels in the tesco to figure out what's halal because he wants a snack but the scran hall ran out of his favorites. Catch him squinting at the ground because he always forgets which direction this section of the training ground faces. Catch that man talking about the nice muslim girl he met to his mum and having her warn him over the phone that he better be on his best behavior, and of course he promises he is, but we all know he's a liar.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hello sex batman!! I have a question concerning menstruation: is it true that it's only supposed to hurt on one side during periods? And that the sides should be alternating??? It's what they told us at school, supposedly because the ovaries take turns producing the egg thats being menstruated out. Personally I always had pain on both sides though! So is it true or just complete bullshit?

hi anon,

let's fact check!

ovaries alternate ovulation: generally true, although some deviations from this pattern are perfectly normal - your body isn't a machine.

you can feel pain in the ovulating ovary: true! it's called mittelschmerz (isn't that fun?) and it doesn't usually take place during menstruation but about two weeks before, during ovulation. it's generally nothing to be concerned about, although strong persistent pain that can't be remedied with over the counter painkillers may warrant a check-in with a healthcare provider. also, crucially, this is not something that everyone experiences; if you're not feeling ovulation pains, that's nothing to worry about.

it's only supposed to hurt on one side during menstruation: depends! as we've established, mittelschmerz doesn't take place during menstruation. pain during menstruation can come in all kinds of locations and intensities, almost all of which are normal UNLESS they reach the point of preventing you from being able to function as you would while not on your period. your experience of pain on both sides is extremely common!

thank you for this ask, answering in this format was fun :)

[natsredbra]

Wingwoman, go!

summary: Misty develops a cutesy, high school type of crush on Nat - Van helps her execute it!

a/n: Ooookay, it’s finally here. I will cry if it flops. I’m actually kind of proud of this one, which is rare for me. Ty 📼 anon for this very cool req!

warnings: angst (not too bad tho), Natalie can’t tell what she wants…I actually don’t think if there’s anything else but lmk if you do find something!

word count: 4.9k

pairing(s): Misty Quigley x Natalie Scatorccio; brief Van Palmer x Misty Quigley (but mostly platonic)

taglist: @misty-scatorccio, @towabirdno1fan, @feralnataroni, @flurpe @lesbabe6 @radioactivesweet @ambessasevikasexslave, @ashliami @johnnytoothpick @ikeepgettinglostwithchairs @wompingburg

It was quite a warm, sunny day, though the absence of Mari was much colder. Natalie sat in her hut, awaiting her next inevitable meeting while worrying her head off. She was supposed to protect these damn girls. She’s meant to lead and take charge but no, Shauna Shipman being the way she was kept ruining everything.

“Hey, we good to come in?” Van asked, peering inside and seeing Nat look lost in thought.

“Oh- yeah, sure.” She stammered, moving over to make room for the two girls.

“Hi! You look a little pale, are you alright? Should I get you some water or tea? Or I could-“ Misty rushed as soon as she sat down, taking ahold of the girl’s hand.

“No, Misty I’m fine. Just get on with it.” She said quietly, not looking at her. In truth she didn’t mean to be snippy, but she was extremely irritable right now. Had right to be, too.

“Well we just wanted to go over everyone’s chores today. Gen is being annoying about the shit bucket.” Van said in a bored tone.

Natalie could not fucking believe it. Their friend was out there, somewhere missing and they’re worried about their dumps? Jesus Christ.

“Fucking god, I’ll take it.” She said, rubbing her face with one of her hands. The other one was still in the warmth of Misty’s.

“Hey, it’s okay Nat. I’ll do it, I know how stressed you are.” The curlyhead replied to her.

She sounded different, somehow. Sure, Misty was always there to kiss someone’s ass but this felt different. More affectionate, with genuine worry. Van indeed noticed.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as a smirk formed on her face, observing the unassuming Natalie as she softly nodded, giving Misty a small “thanks.”

“So…we will leave you alone. You go rest or something, you look like hell, okay?” Van added to Nat, with prominent concern.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll try to come up with a plan, just make sure everyone gets ready.” Natalie practically groaned, hugging her knees to your chest and resting her head on them.

The couple of them got out, Misty sending a small wave Nat’s way. She acknowledged it. She really did, with a barely noticeable smile.

“Hey, Quigley!” Van called out, tapping her on the shoulder.

“What’s up?” Misty asked all too enthusiastically, turning around to look at her.

“Well your BPM around Nat, apparently.” She said quieter, putting her hands on her hips as she studied the other girl’s expression. Van looked very amused, and had the “knew it!” expression. Tai and her did bet on chores when they talked about it - Van insisted that Misty had a thing for Natalie.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Misty shot back.

She did.

“Are you kidding? You were practically drooling when she took your hand!” Van said with an amused cackle.

“Okay- you can’t tell anyone!” Misty relented, her voice dropping to a whisper-yell.

“I won’t, don’t worry. It’s very sweet.” Van said, though Misty picked up on the slight mockery.

“Yeah, okay. I knew I shouldn’t have told you, you’ll just make fun of me.” She said in a slightly shaky tone, and for some unforeseen reason, it made Van feel slightly bad.

”Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it sound that way, god knows I was a dork when I crushed on Tai.” Van soothed with an apologetic glance.

“It’s fine. Thank you for the apology.” Misty replied. Before the redhead could muster a reply, they were cut off by none other than Natalie stepping out of her hut.

“Speak of the devil.”

“Attention! Look, we need to get on this, we can’t just have her wander around. After everything we heard last night, she can’t be out there all alone.” Nat called out to the girls as they gathered.

“What do you mean?” Gen asked, sending down a bucket of water.

“Mari didn’t come home last night.” Tai replied in a bored tone, laced with worry.

“How didn’t you know that?” Someone else exclaimed before Nat cut them off.

“Enough! Now that we all know she’s missing, we need to look for her! I’m not fucking joking, she could be in serious danger.” She scandalized, entirely fed up with them all.

No one spoke for a moment after that.

“Fine, I’m gonna find Mari. Who’s with me?” Natalie asked, looking around for any volunteers.

Van slightly kicked Misty’s leg in a “Raise your hand!” gesture, as if she wasn’t going to already. Indeed, her arm flew up. She felt both hurt and disappointed when Nat seemed annoyed by the gesture.

“Shauna. You’re coming with me.” She directed, though it didn’t do much for the brunette.

“I’m not looking for her. Fuck Mari.” Shauna seethed, seeming offended Natalie even had the nerve to ask.

It made Misty a little giddy now, knowing she had no choice but to go with her. Van shot her a knowing look and a grin. “I’m coming too!” Misty cheered, clasping her hands together once she got up.

“We’re going right?” Tai asked.

“Yeah, but not with them.” Van replied, already heading to the woods.

“Obviously.”

—————

“Where do you think she went?” Misty asked, following Nat like a puppy. They had been walking for some time now, and Misty attempted casual conversation more than once, even when Nat didn’t seem to engage.

“Well we know Mari skipped dinner and there’s berries that way, so…” Natalie replied flatly.

“Oh smart! Decisive.” Misty called out, staying quiet for a moment. “You know, if there’s anything you wanna talk about, we can-“

“Well, when Travis and I went hunting we didn’t really talk, we just kind of quietly…” Natalie said, looking down at her feet.

Oh yeah, she knew what they did, it wasn’t talking. Didn’t like it. She decided to change the topic.

“Too many people have disappeared without a trace. Crystal…Coach Scott.” She knew it was a risky mention, but went with it.

“Mm, fuck Coach Scott.” Nat retorted, pursing her lips with an eye roll.

“Do you think that he’s dead? Do you think he definitely burned the cabin down?” Misty inquired further.

Natalie stayed quiet. The truth was, it was a difficult topic for her. More so then any of them really. But long live the Scatorccio name, she’d never admit it.

“He always believed in you, you know. I think he’d be really proud of what you built.” Misty said with no ill intention, yet it scratched Nat’s brain differently.

‘Proud.’ As if anyone was ever truly proud of her. Not her dad, not Travis, not Coach Scott. Misty was proud, Natalie didn’t know it. She payed no attention to it.

“Coach Scott didn’t know shit about me, we basically never spoke.” She shot back at the girl, speeding along.

“Wait wait!” Misty ran up, placing a hand on Nat’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to add salt to the wound or anything! I just thought you’d wanna know-“

Natalie wanted to be like the others, just tell her to fuck off and roll her eyes, she really did. But that’s simply not who she was, especially around Misty for some reason. The girl was annoying and overbearing to no end, but for she intrigued her. It was a mystery as to why, yet it still happened every time they would talk.

“It’s alright. I know you didn’t mean it in a bad way. And I shouldn’t have snapped.” She interjected, scratching her head. It wasn’t an apology but it was pretty damn close - more then Misty every heard.

“Oh, yeah…thank you.” Misty chipped, awkwardly letting her hand drip from Nat’s shoulder.

She looked into the half-blonde’s eyes. They were gorgeous, green, and it complimented her fair skin tone so well. Her hair may have been grown out, but it’s the most beautiful Misty’s ever seen it. Somehow, Nat was also still soft to the touch. Maybe the summer humidity worked in her favor, she thought, but her own callouses were simply outnumbered. Not that she wouldn’t kiss those as well, as little as Nat has them.

“We should carry on.” Natalie said softly. She could see Misty studying her, not looking or checking her out. Genuinely looking over her and mapping out her features. Natalie also thought it was simple admiration.

She stayed quiet due to the mutual, unsaid agreement between them. That Natalie was someone to be proud of.

—————

With all the productive conversation they had, Mari was still a no show for anyone that looked for her. Bummed that their efforts were fruitless, the Yellowjackets settled back into their humble abodes.

“So, how’d it go with…y’know?” Van questioned as Misty came along.

“Well we didn’t find Mari.” Misty said as she set her bag down.

“Yeah, that sucks, but I’m asking what happened with Nat?” Van asked, can you blame her for being invested? There was absolutely no harmless drama in that forest anymore, this is all she could het right now! And the two of them getting together would be as funny as it would be cute, why wouldn’t she wanna participate in that?

“I don’t know, okay?! She definitely doesn’t like me back. I don’t wanna get my hopes up about something that I know won’t happen.” She bellowed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“You don’t know anything! Everyone is so horny out here, I saw Melissa and Gen humping each other by the lake.” Van argued back, seeing how the girl’s eyes glimmered with a bit of hope. “I’m just saying, nothing is impossible. If I got Taissa you could get Madonna.”

“You really think I can do this?” Misty bugged, there was never enough praise or reassurance for her.

“Sure, why not? And hey- worst case scenario is she rejects you, which is what you’re expecting anyway.” Van stated bluntly, taking a seat next to her.

They observed Natalie as she talked to Tai across camp, seemingly making a plan for finding Mari the next day. Covering more ground, going south, that sort of thing.

“She’s so pretty.” Misty declared, looking at Natalie as if she hung the moon and the stars. It was the way she thought of her anyway.

Van could only give her a knowing glance from the side. Really, she knew the feeling all too well.

—————

The morning soon came, and with it more worry for Mari’s disappearance. There was no sign of her, and they were all preparing for the inevitable, though no one had in them to voice it.

Natalie got up early. Too early for her liking, but she had a lot on her mind. Yes, her missing friend was not a comforting thought, but what unfortunately lingered the most was the conversation she had with none other than Misty Quigley.

She chose not to think of the hand that lingered on her shoulder for a moment too long, yet her very words. Did she really think coach would be proud of her or was she saying it to get on her good side, just like she tried with everyone else? Natalie asked herself as she stared at the pointy ceiling that gave away a couple rays of sunlight.

But this time, she seemed so raw and authentic, and nothing like what the other girls saw of her. Misty wasn’t the annoying or overbearing girl everyone knew her to be in that moment - she was caring not conniving. Wasn’t plotting a way to be accepted but giving her true reassurance. It hit Natalie harder then it should have

She hated how it made her feel. How feeling seen, even by Misty fucking Quigley made her stomach flutter and an involuntary, tiny smile stretch over her face. Jesus Christ she wasn’t actually smiling over Misty Quigley!

Whatever, Nat chose to ignore her emotions yet again and decided she needed fresh air and a cold splash of water on her face.

Once she did get down to the lake, with Nat’s great luck, Misty appeared to be there too.

“Oh, hey! Why are you up, it’s only now sunrise?” Misty called out, turning to look at Nat.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Natalie gruffly answered, taking a seat beside her.

“Nightmare?” Misty questioned, far too chipper at this hour.

“Something like that. Why are you up?” Nat pondered quietly, glancing up at her.

“I always get up early. I don’t like wasting the day.”

“Right.”

They sat in silence for a long moment yet surprisingly, Natalie was the one to break it.

“Did you mean what you said yesterday? About Coach…?” She inquired in a soft, unsure tone. It made Misty’s heart melt.

“Of course I meant it. How could I not? Anyone would be proud of you, much less him! You were his favorite.” Misty reassured still as her hyper self, though she toned it down a little. The air between them seemed charged, with what, only god knows.

“You’re an amazing leader. Don’t let Shauna or anyone make you believe anything else.” Misty added with a firm tone, her eyes boring through Natalie’s face. She still didn’t look at her.

“Thank you.” She muttered anyway, not letting her tears show.

Misty noticed, she always did. Always would.

Without thinking twice she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Nat’s laden, slender frame. She felt like absolute heaven in her grip, even her soft sobs and watery eyes were like renaissance art for Misty to explore and interpret in her own way.

As if she was everyone else’s in theory but hers alone right now. Natalie was hers to appreciate and nurture as would be a sagging lamb. She almost was, in a way.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s gonna be better, I promise. If anything I’ll make it better…” Misty cooed, circling her arms around Nat’s neck, hands coming out to soothingly scratch her scalp.

Natalie’s were protectively crossed over her chest, yet she made no move to pull away. Simply enough, she curled up in Misty’s hold as hot tears streamed down her face. She was quiet, letting out small sighs and whimpers as she wept.

The moment was abruptly broken by a cheering commotion back at their camp, making them both whip their heads up. Their looks of confusion soon disappeared once they heard none other than Mari’s voice.

Misty took the liberty to wipe the stray wetness that lingered on Nat’s face before helping her get up on her feet. Without another word they hurried along, two minutes felt like hours with all the anticipation running through their veins.

"Mari!" Misty yelled out, running up to the girl. She looked absolutley exhausted and in pain - god knows what even happened to her.

"Thank god you're okay! I mean thank the dirt or whatever- I'm so glad you're not dead." She urged with a laugh that got returned, Natalie moving to stand behind them.

"Where were you?" Charged Shauna, coming in with all her angry glory.

"I walked back to civilization so I could fuck your dad!" Mari chided in a sarcastic tone.

"She fell in a hole and fucked up her knee." Taissa answered instead.

"I dislocated it. Like the girl we played from Manasquan last year. The kneecap was back here and I had to push it all the way in."

"Oh!" "Ew!"

"The hole was like- twenty feet deep, I thought I was gonna die in there! Like Baby Jessica!"

"Baby Jessica didn't die."

"And that was a well."

"A well's a hole." Mari finished off before being abruptly interrupted by Shauna.

"If your knee was so fucked, how'd you get out?" Shauna mockingly inquired after which followed a long silence.

She looked around the girls which returned skeptical looks, expecting a believable answer. Once she realized she couldn’t come up with one, she went with the truth and hoped for the best.

"Coach Scott found me...he tied me up and took me to this cave he's been living in." Mari finally explained, earning gasps that came from sheer disbelief.

Natalie’s chest almost felt like it was in her throat “Fuck.” She muttered, out of fear or rapture, she wasn’t sure, and it was a thin line.

"I knew it! He's totally lost it" Van grumbled with a scoff.

"You don't know that!" Misty defended. Not coach, for Natalie.

"Dude he tied her up and took her to his lair!" Van tried to reason again, though their bickering was soon over

"Can you find your way back?"

—————

After the whole ordeal, as they were getting ready to head off Misty sat in her hut, packing a few necessities. She heard a slight ruffle outside, revealing herself to be Van as she entered.

“So, I saw you were with Nat when Mari came back.” Van prodded with peaking curiosity, sitting down on the hard ground barely covered by a lanky sleeping bag.

“Yeah, so what?” Misty tried to play it off, the slight red hue of her cheeks becoming quite obvious.

“Well…any game?” Van inquired, wanting to coax a satisfying answer. She was living for this, truly.

“No, not really. I mean she was super upset so I hugged her and stuff, but that’s it.” Misty replied dreadfully, zipping her backpack in quite an aggressive manner.

“Dude what?! Natalie hugged you? You do realize that’s like - a huge deal, right?” Van scandalized in a whisper - yell, leaning in in immense interest.

“What do you mean?” Misty asked hurriedly, setting her bag down as her investment skyrocketed.

“Are you joking? Do you know how fucking rare it is for Nat to show someone she’s upset, let alone hug them?” Van exclaimed with a dry laugh.

“Wait, really?”

“Damn, you might be better at this than we thought.” Van jested with a sly grin, pressing her back flat against the hut’s wall yet again. “But wait, do you know how to y’know…properly?”

“Do what now?” Misty shot back, tone laced with confusion.

“Kiss, Quiggles. Do you know how to make out? Other lessons you’ll learn along the way.”

Oh

Oh.

“I mean- I tried, with this boy once. But we were little, maybe eleven. And it was tongueless.” Misty replied with a bit of embarrassment, but mostly a strange sort of engagement.

“Seriously? Nat likes good kissers.” Van murmured in a small question. “How about I teach you?” She blurted out all too casually.

“What? What do you mean teach me?” Misty quietly implored.

“I mean kiss you, teach you to kiss.”

“Seriously? Won’t Taissa be mad?” She bugged, cheeks beet red.

“She’ll be fine, she knows. So you good to do this?” Van dismissed and asked, that fucking grin still on her face.

“Yeah, sure.”

Van nodded carefully, now taking a gentler approach towards the girl. She spread out her legs in front of her, silently urging her to climb into her lap. Misty takes the hint, carefully straddling Van’s lower thighs, almost where her knees arch.

Van was slightly amused and chuckled at Misty’s nervousness, though she didn’t say anything to make it tougher on her. Instead, she leaned forward, inches away from her chapped, pink lips.

She took a moment for Misty to get comfortable and take a deep breath before snaking her hand to the back of her neck, angling closer until their lips met.

At first, it was a soft, close mouthed press against each other’s lips. They lingered there for a moment until Misty took the liberty to place her hands gently on Van’s hips.

From there it slightly escalated, as Misty parted her lips in a soft gasp, Van took the opportunity to envelop the girl’s top lip between her own. The action repeated as they both got touchier, breathing heavier.

Misty tried her luck, slipping her tongue past Van’s entrance. Surprisingly, Van let her, swirling her own against it in a swift, practiced dance.

All Misty could think about was Natalie. What gave her confidence was imagining it all being her. Her imagination knew no bounds normally either, so how could it in a moment like this?

In her very mind, the scenario was much different. She pictured Nat, in all her leather jacket glory, pulling her into her lap and crashing her lips against hers like there was no tomorrow. Like there wouldn’t be tomorrow if she hadn’t. It was what Misty wanted the most, really, to feel needed by Natalie, and god was her head running wild right now.

Van’s mouth against hers never relented, letting her feel the moment out. They found a nice, slow and sensual rhythm the more they went on. It might’ve been the funnest teaching moment Misty ever had, really. Second to the first aid class she took sophomore year, of course.

“Is everyone ready?” Shauna shouted out, making them both jump.

Misty was abruptly taken out of her imaginary haze, wide eyed and flushed once she pulled away. Van gave a her a soft giggle before pushing her off her lap, getting up and ready for the journey.

It was a long one indeed, once they reached the very crucial clearing the sun had already set. Mari needed many breaks due to her leg, and it was too hot to go fast anyhow. Everyone felt a rush of panic once Mari stopped, standing confused as to where she’s supposed to go.

”For fucks sake, really?” Tai barked at her.

“I’m not lost okay? I’m just remembering.” She replied, looking around.

“Hey, it’s okay, take your time. You got this.” Came from none other than Shauna. Surprising at first glance perhaps, yet obvious with her intent.

After much exhausting walking and the group bonding over jelly legs and excessive blisters, all of them arrived to the almighty cave.

"That's it! Over here!" Mari exclaimed in excitement as they all gathered around.

"Shauna wait!" Misty jumped in, "We're really gonna just...go in?" She asked, entirely skeptical of the situation.

"What did you think we were gonna do? What do you think happens when we go inside? You guys, we don't have to do this." Natalie tried one last time, though her efforts proved to be fruitless.

"Yeah, we do."

"Fine. I'm going first - you two stand guard, if you see anything just scream your asses off." Nat stated, and everyone complied without a question.

Like a dumb action movie hero she went in first, protecting her group. Misty went in right behind her as well as the other girls.

Pretty soon they were blocked - in Shauna and Akilah's opinion a diversion made by Ben, yet in Nat's a collapse.

They stood there, doing the only thing they all knew how to - argue pointlessly.

"It's a double bluff, like in that movie with the two guys!"

"The Princess Bride?"

"How the fuck do you know that?"

"We should try both. Shauna, you Van and Akilah take the open path, the rest of us will try to clear out what we can here. Take two lanterns, we'll take the other three and if you run into trouble just get loud, we'll do the same." Natalie commanded quite like she was born for it, with which they parted ways.

Misty inevitably stayed by Nat's side all the way as they searched with no sign of hope. It only got harder the more tired they got, and none could seem to pound down the large mass of rocks piled up in the cave's corridor.

“Do you think he’s in here?” She asked her, holding one of the lanterns for them both.

“I don’t know.” Nat commented, entirely unsure of it all.

“Do you want him to be?” Misty striked again. This girl just always knew how to push Natalie’s buttons.

“They won’t kill him if you don’t let them.” Misty said in a hushed tone to prevent the others from hearing.

Natalie didn’t say anything, because she truly didn’t know what the hell would happen. If Shauna found him first who knows what she would do? God knows she isn’t waiting for permission.

It seemed impossible, clearing it all out. Also seemed as if there was nothing there anymore, as if a black hole enveloped them.

That was at least all until they heard yelling at the other side, fucking Ben, nonetheless.

Hurriedly the girls followed the sound, meeting with a mix of panicky and drowsy Shauna, Akilah and Van and a very roughed up Ben.

Natalie immediately approached him, pointing the rifle right at his chest, "Sorry coach, you're coming with us." The way she said it was kinda hot, Misty thought, but now was not the time.

The walk back was packed with tension. It was quiet and uncomfortable with occasional grumbles between friends.

Misty was there for Natalie. While she had to police their supposedly psychotic coach, she was there by her side, not letting her do it on her own.

“You’re being really brave, Nat.” She mumbled, rubbing Nat’s arm in a quick, comforting motion.

Natalie stayed quiet again - and Misty didn’t take it badly. The reason is because Nat has a specific look she gets when she’s appreciative or obviously reassured, and in that moment, it was painted all over her face.

Putting Ben down in the animal pen, everyone went off to sleep in terrible exhaustion.

—————

Misty caught sight of Natalie sitting by the fire, not yet putting it out. She had a blanket loosely wrapped around her, shielding her from the slight wind that went along every night. It was a nice change from the constant warmth, like a caressing, soft hand easing another one of their troubles.

Troubles, with which Nat seemed to deal with right now. She was sulking, shoulders hunched with quite a sad look in her eye that you barely see. No resentment, no anger. Simple and utter sadness.

“Nat?” Misty approached slowly, careful not to disturb her in case she wanted to be by herself.

“Yeah?” She answered faintly, keeping her eye on the swaying flames in front of her. Before she got stuck out here, she never noticed how interesting fire was.

“Do you wanna talk?” Misty tried again, wrapping her arms around herself - an action she took when she felt afraid of being ostracized or dismissed yet again. Somehow, she never got used to it.

Natalie simply shook her head, and with a tinge of disappointment, Misty slowly walked back to her hut - before she got stopped, that is.

“You can stay. I mean - will you?” Natalie hoped, raising her head to lock her eyes with Misty’s.

Misty, as if on autopilot, frantically nodded before settling down next to the very bane of her existence. Dramatic, maybe? But then again, she got reject more times then she could count, it only made sense for her to be cautious and fearsome.

The couple of them sat in silence - not sure if it was a comfortable one. It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable either. Only sound that could be heard was the soft cackle of the fire, casting a warm orange glow over their faces.

Misty glanced to the side, taking note of Natalie’s lineaments. She looked gorgeous in this light, a true undiscovered beauty that made Misty write poetry with her eyes. Nat’s features were more prominent, shining with the acedia of her own actions. The girl would always find a way to blame herself.

Then there was Misty. Not studied, but very thought of. Natalie pondered about her, she could feel her gaze burning holes onto the side of her face, unsure and wondering. She felt wrong and embarrassed for the way she felt, yet the more she tried to push it away, the bigger the feeling got. Why Misty Quigley, out of everyone? Why is she the one to make her feel so safe and accepted? How did she make her feel so secure just this morning, with a hug and a couple sweet nothings? How did her presence make her feel calmer?

“Misty I-“ She started, feeling conflicted and confused.

“What is it?” Misty asked with a tinge of unease.

“I don’t know.” Nat whispered, more to herself than the other girl.

Her eyes stayed glued to the scene in front of her, even though her mind ran insane. What was this feeling and why is it what she felt for Travis before they got together? How is it even possible? She dared not say the word that lingered in her thoughts and without better thinking, she lunged forward and pressed her lips firmly against Misty’s.

Neither of them could believe it, really. Misty was surprised to no end, yet she didn’t back away, as if she ever would. It was what she’d dreamt of for months- Natalie. It was what she dreamt of for years- to be seen. The kiss stretched on, going from a soft brush to a deep mess in seconds, it was primal in a way.

Natalie’s fingers locked in Misty’s curls, making her let out a small, involuntary whine as her grip on the blanket tightened.

All good things do come to an end, and this one’s just so happened to be once Nat pulled away.

[annarobszombies]

if its not too much, can you make a fic on evil scientist senku? (and maybe the s/o and general should be seperate if thats okay TvT)

(i will send the art which affected me in this way in a separate ask, since i would like to remain anon)

Okay but that art was such a vibe and I'm totally here for Senku being a little crazy.

I did something a little funky here, but I hope you enjoy it anyway

x gn!Reader

Senku Ishigami wasn’t evil.

Evil implied that he was torturing and murdering people for fun, and he had far too many better things to do than all that. Like helping his mentor do calculations, building his rockets, and testing chemicals on rats to see how effective they are. None of that made him evil. Just passionate about science. 

That’s what Xeno told him. And Xeno was always right.

Senku in this world let himself be swept up in Xeno's darkness

Science was so powerful, it could do anything

And Senku wanted to do everything

Even if it meant twisting his morals until they were no longer recognizable

In public, he's actually pretty much the same as he's always been

Bored, a bit distant, and a little eccentric

He's still friends with Taiju and Yuzuriha, though they don't subscribe to his way of thinking

His friends are actually very concerned and have voiced their worries many times to teachers, who have just waved it off

Because to them

He's a perfect student

There's no way he's that far gone

(he is)

The stone world is like a godsend to him

No laws means he doesn't have to worry about what he can and can't do

A master manipulator and still somehow manages to get the Ishigami village on his side

The only time he thanks Byakuya for being so sentimental

He does still want the world back to some state of normal though, and is trying to restore parts of it

When he and Xeno reunite, he jumps on the offer to merge their kingdoms together

Becomes his mentor's left hand (since Stanley is his right)

He narrows his eyes down at you, unamused by your invasion of his privacy.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" He asks.

You have no excuse, you'd just been curious about what he did in his lab all day that no one was allowed to see.

You bulldoze your way into his life

Literally

The first day he meets you, you're in his lab uninvited

And that little habit of yours continues

He can't decide if you're just as twisted as he was

Or just that stupid

Xeno encourages him to take you as a better apprentice, since you seem so curious

He tells Senku it might help with his "research" to have an extra pair of hands that isn't constantly questioning what he's up to

Either way, he can't seem to get rid of you, so he let's you float around him

It was better than you messing something up when he wasn't looking

At least if he was around, he could keep you from getting hurt

Not...that he cared

...

Okay, maybe he cared a little

Refuses to admit he falls in love with you as quickly as he does

But you listen to him, and you're patient with him, and sometimes you really are as crazy as him

Sometimes crazier

You're his version of Stanley

[frereamour]

Isa frereamour's non-definitive gay incest book list

Here it is: a mix of stuff I've read and intend to read. Quality varies greatly. I'm omitting all examples of erotica because that doesn't interest me, even though many of these novels have sexual content. "But why isn't Game of Thrones, Flowers in the Attic etc here?" because I hate you and straight incest means nothing to me. The family relationship takes precedent over consanguinity. Random order.

BrotherBrother

The Carnivorous Lamb, Agustín Gomez Arcos - A classic, really romantic exploration of the relationship between the two brothers against the backdrop of Francoist Spain. You've read this, and probably reread it.

My Loose Thread, Dennis Cooper - Really intense and disquieting, typical of the author, although the relationship between the brothers is more central here than in other works where it's more peripheral. Recommend all oeuvre.

Not Forever, But For Now, Chuck Palahniuk- Some really interesting meditations on youth and growing out of being 'prey', but lost me in the end. We/us pronouns type brothers.

Querelle, Jean Genet - Thief, murderer, prostitute, brotherfucker. We all know and love Querelle. Movie good as well.

Gemini, Michel Tournier - Twincest, more we/us brothers. I have to be honest I stopped reading this because I started playing a video game, and by page 63 there still wasn't much in terms of incest. I want to finish it though. Jean Genet liked it.

The Power of the Dog, Thomas Savage - I asked my wife for recommendations and she mentioned the movie, which is based on this book. When I asked 'but wasn't it about the kid', she said 'no, it's about the brother, trust me'. I have watched neither movie nor read the book but I believe my baby.

Twins, Bari Wood - The book behind Dead Ringers. Twincest again. You also know this.

A God Against the Gods, Allen Drury - Details the power struggles of pharaoh Akhenaten to establish a monotheist religion in Egypt, the cult of the Solar Disc Aten, and his relationship with brother, lover and heir Smenkhara. Has a sequel.

The Winter Prince, Elizabeth Wein - This book keeps being recommended, one day I'll read it. The interest here are brothers Medraut and Lleu but there are other incestuous relationships (possibly mother-son? I don't care)

Brothers Bishop, by Bart Yates - To be honest this book is not very good but it does have an explicit relationship between the two brothers. Thanks Anon for the rec.

The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin - Another fav!! All the incest happens before the book starts, but it's a big part of the background of one of the characters. The characters in question are actually not men, but the book uses he/him pronouns for them and refers to them as brothers. Thanks for the rec Anon, I've been meaning to read this for ages, completely unrelated to incest content

On the Black Hill, Bruce Chatwin - About two twins who run a farm together for 80 years. This book doesn't have anything explicit about their relationship but it's a similar dynamic to The Power of the Dog so I thought it might fit. Thanks for the rec Anon!

Salvation Army by Abdellah Taïa - Moroccan coming-of-age autobiography where the author remembers being in love with his older brother. Thanks for the rec Anon!

chinese webnovels:

Brother, 人体骨架 - Really lovely exploration of a relationship between an older brother who is the caretaker for his disabled younger brother (the nature of his condition is kept vague, a severe form of autism, perhaps)

Flying Gulls Never Land, 回南雀 - Younger brother goes to prison for murder and now that he's out there's only one thing on his mind. Really fun read.

Wu Chang Jie, 水千丞 - One of my favourite xianxia novels due to how balls to the wall crazy the protagonist younger brother is. Plot is somehow secondary to him making his older brother fall in love with him again after a lifetime of uhm let's call it torture to keep things classy. Best translation by Corgi unfortunately not available.

Can't be left behind, 尤萨阿里塔 - This isn't usually my style, and the writing isn't that great, but, when I started reading this I couldn't put it down, which must mean something. Younger brother runs away to live with older brother after parents divorce. Other incest novel by same author being translated in the same website, don't care for it, but check it out.

DadSon

Nocturnes for the King of Naples, Edmund White - Epistolary style novel in which the narrator addresses an older lover who, it becomes apparent, is an idealized version of his father, with none of his predatory nature, but all the wealth.

Nuestra Parte de Noche, Mariana Enríquez - There sure is a lot of child sexual abuse happening around this father and son, sure wonder what that could all mean, considering their own turbulent relationship. Guess we'll never know.

Pages from Cold Point and other Stories, Paul Bowles - Only the title short story is incestuous as far as I know, and it was pretty bad. Father deals with homophobic population complaining about his son sleeping with all the men by sleeping with him himself.

The Familia Grande, Camille Kouchner - Speaking of bad. Account of how the author's brother was raped by their stepfather and how this affected her. However, really fun example of women in male dominated fields if we consider it from the "how can I make this about me" angle. The brother didn't even want her to publish the book!

Fire from Heaven, Mary Renault - First book in the Persian Boy trilogy, detailing Alexander the Great's life from childhood to young adulthood. Much has been written about his relationship with mother Olympias but uhm, that takes second stage to what he and his father were doing to each other. Father anxious to ensure his son will be sexually dominant when having sex with other men, while struggling with the conflicting desire to dominate him sexually. Tale as old as time.

The Spanish Gardener, A. J. Cronin - Intensely jealous and controlling father suspects son's and gardener's relationship isn't just friendly.

Lost Souls, Poppy Z. Brite - All kinds of fun things can happen when your dad is a vampire. I actually really like two other characters in this, fun book all around.

The Chosen, Ricardo Pinto - Fantasy trilogy that keeps showing up when I look for both gay and incest. I haven't started reading it yet, but the dad is introduced with 'his father's beautiful face' so I'm making an educated guess about the nature of the incest in this book, but not ruling out that the protagonist might end up with a cousin, in which case we all kill ourselves or something.

Warchild, Karin Lowachee - Scifi trilogy that deals with children/teens at once recruited to be prostitutes or child soldiers, and the similarities between the two. Each book has a different protagonist, but they're all connected. Recommend the three books, love this series.

Dream Boy, Jim Grimsley - Teen boy victim of father's abuse, finds comfort in relationship with classmate, but homophobia threatens his happiness.

Try, Dennis Cooper - Heavily features adoptive father(s)/son sexual abuse. Thank you, Neil for the rec.

Arturo's Island, Elsa Morante - The main character is a young boy who's painfully in love with his father and is extremely angry when his dad brings home a new bride. Thanks Anon for the rec.

chinese webnovels:

Blossom by River Country, 孔恰 - Translation work ongoing, which is why I haven't read this, but makes me really wish I could read chinese because I have a feeling the prose in its original form would be great. Slave boy adopted by intransigent general who learns to love him.

Stars of Chaos (Sha Po Lang), priest - Orphan boy adopted by cold and distant general who spends a lot of time away, despite this the two grow closer over the years. There's also a war or something, and big machines.

Imperial Uncle, 大风刮过 - (uncle x nephew) I haven't read this, but I kept getting recommended, since it's the only uncle x nephew example I'm sticking it here, until a beautiful time comes when I have enough recs for an uncle x nephew section by itself.

SisterSister

Sharp Objects, Gillian Flynn - You've probably also read this. Also a good example of momdaughter but as I have nothing else for that category I'm leaving it here.

We Have Always Lived in the Castle, Shirley Jackson - Another classic. There are people who know this is a book about incest, and there are people who are dumb as rocks.

Into the Forest, Jean Hegland - Two sisters together at the end of the world. Very slow at times, but I liked the claustrophobia. Didn't like the random guy who showed up to mess up the vibe.

The Blindness of the Heart, Julia Franck - This is a war novel across several generations, I'm putting it here from a specific rec, but my interest in reading it is very slim.

Bright Lines, Tanwi Nandini Islam - Another book from a rec, three girls across two continents who discover family secrets. Really scared that this is just cousincest but being very hopeful and crossing my fingers and leaving it here.

The Thirteenth Tale, Diane Setterfield - Gothic suspense novel. Several examples of incest, but the focus here is pair of twin girls + their sister whose identity is a mystery for much of the novel.

The Sinner, Petra Hammesfahr - Another rec by mia belissima moglie, she's going off what happened in the tv show, but I'm trusting that the show follows the book. A woman who would do everything for her sister.

Sisters, Daisy Johnson - This cover and synopsis are very suggestive, and yet I wonder. However goodreads shelves indicate I shouldn't. And yet I can't trust like that. Hopefully one of you can let me know for sure.

Cassandra at the Wedding, Dorothy Baker - One of my favs on this list! Cass is one of the best to every do it. She's gay, she's a twin, and she's pretty unashamedly in love with her sister. The book is about her sister's wedding which Cass, of course, tries to sabotage. Thanks for the rec Anon, I'm so hype for this one!

Honorable Mentions

Everything that is somehow adjacent, or in which gay incest isn't central but still shows up.

Nefando, Mónica Ojeda - Crazy good book that deals with themes of child sexual abuse and exploitation. Includes three siblings who have been abused by their father, the two girls and one boy are lovers as adults

Boys Alive, Pier Paolo Pasolini - Deals with the lives of destitute street boys in Rome, left to fend for themselves, many are rejected or abused by parents, all involved in petty theft and prostitution to some degree.

The Vampire Armand, Anne Rice - My favourite of the tvc books, and I think it's pretty easy to read Marius' relationship with Armand as well as the other boys as parental.

The Magician, Colm Tóibín - This is a loooong book and the incest is only nominal, which is why it's just an honorable mention. This is a novelization of the life of Thomas Mann, who wrote in his diaries that he was in love with his oldest son for a time. Thanks for the rec Anon

The Piano Teacher, Elfriede Jelinek - This book is absolutely wild in a lot of ways but one of the central themes is the protagonist trying to escape her domineering and possessive mother (who forces them to share a bed!). Thanks Anon for the rec!

Xenogenisis Trilogy, Octavia Butler - I hesitate to recommend this even though it's an amazing series. A lot of the incest is various brother/sister couples, but the two later books have a lot of characters who are a third gender (or not yet male or female) and there's a lot of general discussion of incest. Thanks for the rec Anon, I'll include it.

[graytodd]

Hiii! I'm a bit in love with your dickjay tbh it's just sooo goooood!!

I wanted to ask you: what do you think about long haired Dick Grayson? Nightwing with like.. an undercut, waist length pitch black hair that jason likes to pull during fun times braid in different styles. Opinions?

Aww anon thanks for your words, so kind and sweet of you ✨☺️

Oh in my opinion Dick can pull any look, he's too handsome! and with long hair? yes. And an undercut?? yes.yes.

I'm thinking of dickjay having a movie night, Dick sitting on the floor resting his head against Jason's thigh and brushing lazily his fingers around Jason's calf, meanwhile Jason's playing with Dick's long black strands, somehow as self-soothing behavior especially when Jason's nervous/anxious, maybe it just started like that ~ Jason enjoys buying Dick clips and hair ties, wash his hair when Dick's too tired/injured, and when Dick works out Jason ties Dick's hair in a top-knot with the undercut showing mmm Jason also loves running his fingers through Dick's hair when they kiss, and when they have sex Jason pulls on Dick's hair to give him a better view of his man as Dick does his thing ❤️‍🔥

[linskywords]

(Hi its me prev anon. Circling back bc this idea has wormed its way inside my head. Sorry for the venti sized rant!)

Toff teaching Will about bondage ("Kibble its way easier than holding him down. Here let me show you.") With the added bonus that having something for Mack to pull against sends him down even quicker. Maybe he shows Will this one knot that tightens when you pull but loosens when you dont (and when Mack finds out Will can literally see the haze in his eyes). Mack has a habit of saying "make me" and Will learns just how fun it is to actually make him do stuff.

Will learns how effective orgasm denial is with Mack. At 18 years old, not being able to get off at least once a day is basically a death sentence (in Mack's mind anyways). Although he definitely needs to be stronger about saying no to Mack. Will would have definitely caved when Mack plastered himself to Will's side, mouthed at his neck, and promised him anything and everything if he would just let Mack grind against him until he came. Thank God Toff was there to yank Mack back by the hair and pin his hips to the wall and say "you'll get nothing until Will decides you deserve it."

Or how he teaches Will how to spank Mack. Its very important, since Mack has a giant ass and likes to act out when he doesnt get enough attention as sure as the sun rises in the east. Will needs to be strategic about this. So Toff takes Mack over his lap (Will is tasked with holding his wrists down while getting a front row seat).

Mack is squirming and kicking his legs (a common problem they have according to Will) but Toff puts a stop to it immediately with three quick swats to Mack's inner thigh and pinches the pink skin until Mack relents.

Toff shows him how to vary his spanks so Mack doesn't know what's coming (the unpredictability also helps sends Mack down). If Will really wants to make an impact, he should focus on the sit spots and upper thighs.

(Will tries his best to take notes and be independent with his domming. But one day when Mack is borderline insufferable and Will just wants to take his nap, he calls Toff in. Mack shows up to optional skate that day with hastily fixed hair and a freshly beaten bottom radiating heat. The guys know by now not to stare or ask questions)

But Toff's biggest point is the aftercare. If the morons are going to mess around, they need to know about aftercare and how to do it well. Plus he can tell Will needs it just as much as Mack. He makes Mack go gather water and protein bars before they do anything. He gives Will recommendations on the best cream to soothe any rope marks and spanked areas.

Even when Toff is demonstrating a spanking on Mack and why bratting will absolutely not be tolerated, he's always directing Will to sit up against the bed so he can deposit a sniveling Mack in his lap. Thankfully Will doesnt need any pointers here. His arms wrap around Mack automatically while he coaxes water at him and he coos sweet nothings at Mack until his cries slow into hiccups and he drifts off.

(Bonus: Toff explaining this all to Cat over dinner one night. Cat makes a joke about the new eye bags Toff seems to have and he replies with "the two rookies are tiring me out." And Cat smirks and says "arent you glad you had a brat like me? Now you can put all that experience to good use")

You know, I think this can stand on its own. :D

[doubledeadstudio]

Are any of the RO'S sensitive to touch? Do they have any specific spots that are extra sensitive, like their spine, neck, abs, or something like that? I'm especially curious about Black—both before he became a zombie and now that he is one. And about Vicenzo, does the sensation in his right hand feel different compared to his normal one?

Second question: do any of them actually like having their hair pulled? Because I get the feeling our golden curls boy would probably rip our head off first.

Third question! Sorry for all the silly questions lol. What would they think of an MC who has the habit of biting—either out of anxiety or affection? Like, imagine MC suddenly reaches out and grabs Crux’s hand and BAM! full-on bite action. BUT not to the point of drawing blood… well, almost—but not really. Just leaving a nice little imprint of their teeth on his skin, and that’s it.

Btw, I love RH! I've already done all three routes and I still have so many options left to explore, which is awesome. I can’t wait to see Chapter Two, but for now, I’ll be busy drawing these pixels that have become my new hyperfixation.

Thank you so much!! And this ask is so fun, let's see...

I can imagine Crux having sensitive ears, Vin having a sensitive neck, and Black with a sensitive spine. Vin's eldritch arm feels brittle, like sandpaper or rocks/crystals that have rough surfaces. He can't process sensation on that hand, so he uses his human arm as his vehicle to connect with the world. (I think there's an interesting bit about how his dominant hand is used for cruelty, while his inexperienced hand is for touch, tenderness.)

They all like getting their hair pulled. Vin prefers it only in a sexual context.

HAHAHA... Black would be like -_- okay, this is happening out, just let it out. Crux would yelp if it's unprovoked, but egg MC on. Vin would be weird about it... he'd be like "yess, break my skin."

And thank you, anon! I'm currently 70-80% done with the next update ngl.

[repressionmd]

Humble request for santos h/c fic 👀

anon ily. what a fun request i might write another :3 sorry i took like. multiple days to get back to u </3 here are 700 words of santos emotional h/c !! bonus a tiny bit of lesbianism. nothing established or official garcia just has a soft spot for her :)

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Santos was fine. She was fine. Pressing her hands to her eyes, pushing back tears, (tears!) she repeated the mantra. She was fine.

It was the anniversary of her best friend's death. She didn't need to check the date, because she'd woken up every day for the past week feeling like she hadn't slept at all.

She could barely eat, was even more short with people than usual, and twice now, Mohan had asked if she was okay. To which, of course, she replied in the affirmative and walked away. Her grief was her own business.

Till today.

She groaned, leaning on the sink and gripping the cool porcelain in some vague attempt at grounding herself. She had seen someone who looked just like their old coach, and had gone stiff as a board when he walked in. Had barely heard what he said, just started moving on autopilot and when Mohan cleared her throat, she had stammered and asked him to repeat himself. Then - she took a deep breath, steadying herself - he had scoffed, muttering something that sounded like useless women but might've just been useless healthcare workers, but she'd frozen. Mumbled some apology, finished up, attempting and failing not to shake as she did, and had left to lock herself in the staff restroom before Mohan could forcibly walk her to Kiara's office.

Suddenly she was very, very tired. Staring at her exhausted face and her red-rimmed eyes, she felt a lurching pang of grief.

"All these people," she hissed out, clutching her chest as it got very tight, "all these people in the fucking world needing my help, but all I want is you."

She gasped, choking on the last word, remembering her smile and her laugh and her hair and her hands, and how full of life she was till she wasn't, till it was all over and she'd never have any of that again.

She swayed, legs buckling under her, and sunk down against the wall with a sob and a stifled scream. It felt like an age that she sat there, shaking and grieving and breaking apart into a hundred thousand little pieces.

When she heard a knock, she couldn't even look up.

"Santos? It's Garcia. Mohan called me, said you were off your game."

Not Garcia, she thought. Anyone but her. God, she'd even take Langdon. Why did she have to be ruined in front of Garcia?

Santos bit back one last sob and didn't reply, just opened the door and let Garcia see her, expecting… coolness? Pity? Apathy?

Certainly not worry. Certainly not her eyes widening in surprise then softening, her hand coming up to her face and her voice taking on a tone she'd never heard before. She stepped inside, closing the door and standing against it like a barricade.

"Whoa, Trinity, what happened? Are you hurt?"

She felt miserable, yes, but shook her head no, somehow managing to keep eye contact despite feeling like a kicked dog.

"I don't -" She sniffled, noting Garcia's hand still on her face. Her surgeon's hands, ungloved, so warm and gentle. "I - I don't know what to do. I just miss her so much." Her voice cracked, and she couldn't keep the eye contact anymore.

Before she could even think, Garcia pulled her into a hug, letting her bury her face in her neck and holding her through the next bout of sobs.

It didn't last as long, though Santos almost wished it did, for the feeling of Garcia's embrace, for the sweet nothings and the gentle kisses placed on her neck.

She shuddered and took a shaky deep breath, pulling away, somehow still expecting judgement and being once again floored by the kindness in Garcia's eyes.

"Thank you." She smiled weakly, feeling like a truck had just run her over but less wound up than she had been.

"It was nothing. Can't have my favourite intern leaving early, can we?" And there was Garcia again. Santos grinned to hear it, despite herself.

Another day, she'd make a joke about being her favourite intern. Some day, she'd mention the kisses (maybe by replying the favour.) For now, she watched Garcia give her one last once over before she nodded, said, "see you out there," and left.

Santos put a hand over her heart, seeing in her minds eye the matching tattoo on her long-dead friend, and washed her face before heading back outside, still heavy-hearted but... lighter than when she walked in.

[gods-favorite-autistic]

nonbinary fig and transfem bigender gorgug are things that can be so real. what other gender hcs would you like to speak of?

Long hc post so this will be in bullet point form!!

(minor fhjy spoilers!!)

Enby Fig and bigender Gorgug 10/10 no notes

Ayda researches nonbinary people so hard once Fig comes out to her and sends Fig so many articles

Fig reads them all and takes notes <3

Transfem Adaine is so tragic with Aelwyn and her parents and adgeasresd

Aelwyn paid for Adaines estrogen using their parents money but never told her

Adaine knits all of the bad kids their pride flag

Pangender Cass. That’s it that’s the headcanon

Riz Gukgak transmasc detective

His mom would absolutely buy his T if he asked but knows how expensive it so he refuses

He uses a lot of home remedies (a lot of *checks google* legumes in the Gukgak household)

The second Riz comes out to Fabian he insists on paying for Riz’s T

Does NOT wear his binder correctly

Called Fabian in literal tears when he noticed he was starting to look like his dad

Ok enough sad hc’s. For now.

TRANS JAWBONE TRANS JAWBONE TRANS JAWBONE

T R A N S R A G H T R A N S R A G H

Mary Ann starts calling Gorgug her partner and Adaine immediately starts working on a spell to make a cowboy hat appear on Gorgugs head every time she says it

Bigender. Bisexual. Biclass. 🎵Bye bye by-

I think it’d be a little bit funny if Kristen was the only cis one but she/they demi girl Kristen is just too strong

For pride month Kristen convinces Adaine Fig and Ragh to get up at 12:01 am June 1st to spray paint Mordred Manor the trans flag

They also. Set fire to Bobby Dawns car

Fig makes it their mission to look as androgynous as possible but not in a ‘no gender’

In a ‘double d tits and a 5 inch bulge’ type way

They appear at the end of Garthy O’Briens bed one night to ask for tips like the cryptid they are

Kristen comes out in virtually the same way she did the first time just way more drunk

They whisper it to Adaine and Adaine is just like “Kristen last week you googled ‘how to tell if demigirl’ directly in front of me and then told me what you were googling when I asked”

Kristen’s just like oh. Then they throw up

For transfem Fabian Mazey (also transfem because her) figures out she’s trans before Fabian does but doesn’t try to like push her out of the closet because she knows that won’t help

She does however try to like nudge her in that direction by like sending her transfem memes and getting her to try on Mazeys dresses (read a fic where Fabian tried on Mazeys dress and I loved it so much) and stuff like that

Transmasc Fabian comes out to Riz when Riz comes out to him

Kristin assigns themself binder boy (Ragh Fabian and Riz) duty

Also known as showing up in each boys room 8 hours after she finds out they had a binder on and beating them with a pillow until they take it off

Usually Riz

Kristen shows up in his doorway he’s immediately sprinting out the fire escape as fast as he can

Jawbone has top surgery scars on his untransformed body but you can’t see them on his usual half and half body (they are still there)

Fig keeps casting dream to show up in Bobby Dawns dreams with a nonbinary flag

[egophiliac]

What do you like about the Diasomnia boys if I may ask?

I always love hearing about the different reasons people enjoy characters.

I mean, c'mon. he has split custody over Sebek okay

also, Lilia in particular has maybe the best timeskip character development of all time

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

HEAR ME OUT

“Don’t you think I’m scary?”

“Scary? My god you’re divine”

AHHHHH

FuskqosnisisbssbjHWISNSKSOAOAKWAJ 😭😭🤭🤭😋😋

I love two lovestruck idiots who don’t know they’re in love w each other and it’s grumpy German shepherd x golden retriever 😻😻

PLEAAASEE german shepherd x golden retriever is one of my faaavvv tropes OAT !! it’s so so adorable and especially with katsuki cus i know he just thinks he’s so scary ! i got a lil idea after the recent manga chap that just came out, so this might be a liiiiiittle super small spoiler but i think its so cute ! hope you enjoy anon tysm for the ask ! much luv xxx

fem reader, super duper minooor spoiler but katsuki has stitches !, mutual pining, idiots in love, soft katsu (cus he has to be but also cus he’s whipped) (but hes still a little piece of shit) reader is a lil sweetie, short lil fluffy fic, touchy katsuki bc i cannot help myself, lmk if i missed anything else !

before the war, bakugou had made a lot of new little habits.

he’s made it a habit of waiting for you to head out of class so you could walk together. he’s made it a habit of sharing just a portion of his lunch with you, because apparently he’s constantly been making too much, ignore the fact that he only let’s you have those ‘extra’s’ that doesn’t mean anything.

he’s made it a habit of carrying around an extra water bottle with him because you always forget to keep yourself hydrated after training, he’s also made it a habit to scold you for it endlessly. he’s ruthless even as you whine about how mean he is, saying that “he wouldn’t need to be on your ass so much if you just remembered to grab your damn bottle.” he ignores the fluffy feeling in his heart and tells you to shut up when you tell him that he always has your back anyway, swiftly looking away from you and cheeks turning red.

and since you're on the way to his house, he's made it a habit of walking you home. you call it hanging out after school, he calls it 'just making sure you don't get lost somehow..hah ?! don't ask me how ! your dumbass would probably find a way to !'

anyway, he's made it his mission to grace you with his presence every day after school. you always bid him a cheery goodbye, "see you tommorow !" you say, and he always looks forward to it, even when he turns away, nonchalantly throwing you a quick wave over his shoulder.

usually you wake up at completely different hours, so he doesn't pick you up the morning. you always wished you could see him first thing in the morning, but seeing him waiting by the school gate's was more than enough to make your heart soar, you were more than happy with that.

but today you can finally go back to school. after dealing with non stop fighting for what felt, and probably was, hours and hours on end during the events of the war. and being stuck in the hospital for a few weeks, it feels nice to wear your school uniform and feel somewhat normal again. you'd get to see all your friends again and you'd official be a second year. you smile softly to yourself in the mirror.

katsuki had sent you a text a few minutes ago. he'd asked if you were almost ready, and you'd responded that you were only for him to leave you on read. you didn't mind much and shrugged it off.

but today, when you walk out the door, you see katsuki waiting for you on the sidewalk.

you blink twice, eyes widening. katsuki turns and looks up from his phone screen at the sound of the door he also blinks, although he's more unbothered then you as he simply stands up, pushing himself off his knees with a groan "took you long enough." he drawls. his eyes are warm and his lip twitch just the slightest bit at your expression "thought you'd keep me waiting forever."

"katsuki !" you exclaim, eyes still wide "what're you doing here ?!" you quickly walk to him, standing close enough to see the marks on his face, and the unmistakable stitches on his cheek.

he raises a brow like you're crazy, tilting his head "m'walking you to school."

"bwuh-are you even allowed to go to school ?" you sputter, realising he had his school uniform on, you liked it when he started making it a habit of wearing his tie more often. katsuki grumbles at your worries "shouldn't you be in the hospital ?" he scoffs at your fretting, but his eyes soften as he leans in closer to you. you see his battle scars better that way. you gulp at the sudden proximity, he's never been shy about getting in people's faces, although it was never meant to be intimidating when he did it with you, if the pink tint of his cheeks meant anything.

"doc said it's fine as long as i keep quiet.." he scoffs after finishing the sentence, rolling his eyes and causing you to giggle. hearing the sound he hadn't heard in what felt like ages made him sniff in amusement. you reach for his hand then, and he doesn't take his eyes off you while intertwining his fingers with yours. both your eyes shining with longing and affection for the other. you smile brightly at him and even though the doctors had told him to be careful with his heart, it seemed you were gonna make that hard for him. it didn't matter though, he was always up for a challenge.

pulling him along, you decide to tease him "guess that means you're gonna have to be on your best behaviour today, huh ? so you can't go gettin' mad at kaminari for no reason !" you playfully scold.

he rolls his eyes at the mention of your friend, though he doesn't hold back his smirk, he's definitely more open then he was compared to when you'd first started school. thinking about how far you've come together makes you happy, but it also feels bittersweet. "dunce face s'the who keeps pissin' me off, not my fault he can't handle it." you snicker and he snorts in amusement, squeezing your hand and making butterflies squirm around in your stomach. you don't mention the tight grip he has on your hand, probably because you're gripping his just as tight with no intention of letting go anytime soon. you probably look like a couple to the people walking by, you realise. and the thought does not displease you at all, far from it. it makes you a little too happy.

"behave." you squeeze his hand.

"i do." he growls, squeezing back, "he keeps trying me." you respond with a snort. your eyes occasionally fly towards his face, to the stitches on it more specifically. he's caught you looking multiple times on the way to the bus stop, not like you were exactly being subtle. your stare makes him nervous and he decides to finally confront you about it when you get to the bus stop.

"spit it out." he says, hands clammy in your grip, he hopes and prays you don't notice because it's so unbearably embarrassing to have to admit he was worried about what you'd think about his new look. he'd been anxious on your doorstep but you didn't give him much of a reaction, too shocked to even see him at the time, but your constant shifty glances made all the anxiety crawl back up again. so he speaks, keeping these distracting and frankly irritating thoughts to himself just irritated him.

you blink, humming curiously. katsuki grumbles to himself, keeping his eyes from yours. "ya keep staring at me, so what's up ?"

"it's strange seeing you with stitches." you answer bluntly. usually, he likes how honest you are, but right now it does nothing but stress him out. "i heard you messed your face up pretty bad, but i'm glad it didn't leave too much of a nasty scar." you muse. katsuki hums but his eyebrows furrow as he catches your last words, he's a little pissed off that you'd heard about what happened during the war. he'd wanted you to know as little as possible to keep from worrying you, or at the very least he'd wanted to tell you himself. he'll make sure to thoroughly question his fuckass friends later. of course, it also could've been her.

"..how'd you-"

"your mom told me."

he grunts. of course, it was his mom.

that damn hag..

"of course." he mutters bitterly. you don't respond, and to him that's all the answer he needs. a pit settles in his stomach.

"yeah, it's weird, isn't it ?" he agrees bitterly, unconsciously tightnening his grip on your hand. "it looks kinda creepy, right ?"

"what do you mean ?" his jaw tightens " i mean..like, on my face..." he sputter and mutters to himself, unable to properly say what he wants. you understand him though and immediately you turn till your face to face with him. your expression determined as you grab his other hand, both of his scarred hands now in your grip. his eyes widen in shock, embarrassment creeping up on him.

"there's nothing wrong with your face, katsu." you reassure, you'd made it a habit of calling him all those stupidly endearing nicknames, and it doesn't help taming the blush on his face slowly bleeding onto his cheeks. he pouts, fixing his gaze onto you and towards the floor.

"but doesn't it look..i dunno," he mutters, suddenly feeling self conscious "scary ?"

"scary ?" you tilt your head, he squints and looks away.

"i guess." he grunts with a nod, trying to save face. obviously it doesn't work by the look on yours. you're always so bubbly and sweet, he hates seeing such a pained expression on your face. you tug at his arms to get him to look at you "scary ? there's nothing scary about you.." you say sweetly, shaking your head. "i personally think you look really cool.." you mutter. katsuki feels his face heat, but his heart soars nonetheless. his eyes have been stuck wide for a second.

cool.

you think he looks cool.

"i was just wondering if they hurt ?" he tilts his head back in thought at that. instictively running his tongue on the inside of his cheek.

"nah, just felt weird when they were numbing it. but i didn't feel a thing." he shrugs, he suddenly smirks, the stitches being pulled up by the movement "wanna touch em ?" he teases, pulling you closer by the grip he still has on your hands. your eyebrows shoot to your hairline and he barks out a laugh.

"i-i can't do that ! what if i touch them and they come loose or something !" katsuki rolls his eyes at your jittering, using the hand still in his grip to bring it near his cheek, you desperately pull back and his evil smirk widens.

"katsuki, no !" you protest. he cackles meanly.

"it's fine." he insists, your pointer finger grazes his cheek and you turn your head away.

"i don't wanna !" you shake your head, your shoulders shaking as you hold back a giggle.

"yn. you're fine." he insists. he'd made it a habit of calling you by your first name after you'd started hanging out more. you called most of your friends by their first names pretty quickly into the year, your cheeriness making it easy for you to get along with everyone but you always were a little on guard with katsuki at first. he'll never admit it, but he was a little jealous that you'd call everyone in your shared friend group by their first name except for him. the sweet bubbly tone in your voice when you called for sero or kirishima made a nasty feeling bubble up in the pits of his stomach he'd desperately tried to push away. until one day he'd snapped during your group outing at the mall (outing he was coerced into going to by kirishima after finding out you where going too)

he'd regretted how whiney and bitter he sounded at the time, but he thinks it was worth it every time you'd look at him and say his name so sweetly, definitely worth it, as embarrassing as it was. and he'd started calling you by your first name too shortly after. all your friends do, but it felt so, so different with him.

finally your fingers make contact with the staples on his cheek. you peek up to look at him then. you run your fingers across them ever so softly, making sure not to hurt him. katsuki slowly let's go of your hand. unmoving and unnervingly still as you take your time scanning his face.

"so ?" he raises a brow, smirk slowly melting into a softer smile as he sees you smile to yourself.

"it's..not bad.." you tentatively start, still too worried to move too suddenly. he hums playfully. "and you don't feel it at all ?" you ask

"at all." he softly shakes his head. you don't realise you've gotten closer to his face but he sure has, and you end up realizing a little too late, but neither of you move away. you try to, but katsuki pulls you back in before you can get far. "do i still look cool up close ?" he jests, but there's some seriousness and vulnerability in his gaze. you smile warmly.

"yup," you say softly, you hear katsuki inhale sharpy, eyes never leaving yours "definitely still the coolest. not scary at all" you giggle, he rolls his eyes but chuckles. before you can question your positition or move away (or closer) to him you see the bus arriving in the distance. he notices it too and you share a look before you take a step back, smiling shyly at the floor while he keeps his gaze on the bus on the way.

until—

"OW, fuck !!"

your eyes snap up to see katsuki holding his cheek in his hand, your heart hammers and your eyes widen. you're next to him in two steps. "what, what—why-what happened ??!" you stammer, your hands reaching up to grab ahold of his face though you stutter, maybe it was your fault ?!

until—katsuki bursts out laughing. mean, but undeniably cute watery cackles that have you furrowing your brows in confusion until your jaw drops in realization.

the. asshole.

"you're not funny !" you whine, pushing at his arm although pushing might be the overstatement of the century. it could be more comparable to a nudge because even though he is an asshole, you wouldn't want to hurt him. even if he deserves it, you're better than that. you'll just think about hurting him.

katsuk chuckles breathelessly, grabbing your arm while you walk closer and stretch your arm out to signal the bus to stop. "it was funny, admit it !"

"you suck. you're the worst." scanning your bus ticket and walking ahead ignoring him, katsuki quickly scans his ticket and follows diligently behind you.

"you thought it was hilarious." he smirks.

"the absolute worst, the lowest of the low." you huff, ignoring the persistant heat of his eyes on you. he only snickers.

"i see you laughing."

today, you arrive to school with katsuki not at the school gates waiting for you, but walking together with you to start your new school year as second years. and you both hope you can make a habit out of this.

[hootyhoowoo]

i saw a post about art reqs

i humbly ask for a happy white lotus Binghe bc he is my son and i lobe him

(thank you so much for doing art reqs ❤️❤️)

I think lotus Binghe would be happiest when he’s cooking for his Shizun c: