#though words meanings are also cool sometimes

[onetiny-inkdropuniverse]

THIS

And also, the people they have giving the shovel talk never make any sense???

Like, Jason. My boy Jason. To Jason, Will Solace was one of his first introductions to Camp Half-Blood, the first place that becomes his home after losing his memories. Will introduces his best friend to camp. Will is a well-respected head counselor, the way Jason wants to be. Will is the only other person, other than him, to check on Nico after the Battle of Camp Half-Blood. Also, Jason literally lost his memory, didn't know gay people existed until the Cupid scene, and then was like, "oh okay cool". My guy has no concept of the shovel talk. When he hears that Will and Nico are dating, what he hears is, "Two people I like and respect are dating, that's awesome" and he's just happy for them.

Then, sometimes people have Percy giving the shovel talk. Hello??? I feel like a lot of people misinterpret the "not my type" scene as Percy being, like, genuinely offended... but he's actually just confused. After that, knowing Percy's personality, he'd probably just feel really awkward around Nico. Percy was always wary, creeped out, confused by, and guilty around Nico, and would likely just let Nico *live his life* after the Battle of Camp Half-Blood, being nice when they interact and not really doing much else. He's crazy uncomfortable around Nico. That's just how Percy is-- he meets a lot of people, and when things go south, he does what he needs to do to protect the inner circle he's loyal to and then hightails out of there. Nico is not in that circle. With all of his college stuff, Percy is highkey forgetting about him. In no universe is he giving the shovel talk to Nico's boyfriend, the guy who saved Annabeth's life!

Leo would never. Will is literally the guy who introduced him to Camp Half-Blood, and at least within the Canon (though I always felt like Leo and Nico would get along well after initially being at odds because they have a lot of shared experiences), Leo and Nico aren't that close. Would he possibly make some goofy off-hand joke? Maybe, personally I still don't see it. And if he did, then Hazel would slap the shit out of him.

Annabeth? Probably friends with Will. She's not doing it.

Piper? Similar situation to Jason. She also isn't that close with either of them when they first start dating. If she did have anything to say as she and Nico become better friends later on, she'd be wildly supportive.

Hazel? She'd be the most likely to say something out of all of them, given that she is the closest to Nico and knows the least about Will, but I have a hard time believing that, after seeing how Will helped Nico after the battle with Gaea, that she'd be at all serious. Probably just one joke, one time only. A little bit of badass Hazel, in a teasing tone, and that would be it.

And Frank? Are you serious? Not in a million years.

Shoutout to Reyna, who would probably be in a similar situation to Hazel: Most likely to make a little joke threat because she is close to Nico and not very close to Will, but after seeing Will help Nico, would not mean it with any seriousness.

If *anyone* is giving Will the shovel talk, it might, MIGHT just be Hades himself, thinking it's a good father move, and Nico would kill him after more than two words come out of his mouth.

What I would pay to see is an overprotective moment from Kayla or Austin or one of Will's close friends or something against *Nico*. Now there's something I can see happening, unless they become good friends right away.

And if anyone except Reyna or Hazel tried to give him the shovel talk, Will would actually destroy them. Don't even get me started. And again, Reyna and Hazel would not do that. Maybe a joke. But they'd be joking.

will solace angst is always so, SO underrated.

everyone has heard about how much trauma nico has gone through. losing his sister, being displaced in time, being homeless, walking through tartarus, saving the world multiple times.

will could never compete with that. nor any of the seven. but he still gets angry, maybe a little envious on how much attention they’re getting. on how they saved the world.

but none of them would be there if it weren’t for *him*.

he saved annabeth’s life. saved nico’s life, saved so many campers, held everyone together as a shining light.

and everyone ignores that!! ignores that he lost family too, that when austin and kayla went missing he was alone in the apollo cabin. that when the apollo cabin went to fight in the titan war, only three of them came back.

he’s not perfect. he blames the ares cabin partially for refusing to fight.

but he can’t be anything less than relaxed. if he lets his control slip, he cannot stop himself from dissolving.

and i just think that when the seven find out will and nico are dating, they try and give will a shovel talk and he just LOSES IT.

like how dare they think that he would do ANYTHING to nico when they’ve done so much worse. who was the one to stop nico from fading away? who was the one to strong arm him into care? who was the one to open the door to the possibility that yeah, he can stay at camp and he’s welcome?

idk will is so underrated and he is my Son

[himasgod]

Deuce x Reader

Helping Deuce study

Where you help our dear and clumsy Deuce with his potion exercises <3

I'm not going to lie that I've developed a hyperfixation on deuce lmao so I had to write this I hope you like it <3

The NRC library was unusually quiet that afternoon, only the occasional rustling of pages and the scratching of quills filling the space. Despite the ideal study environment, Deuce's brow furrowed, his jaw clenched as he stared at his notebook, as if he wanted the solution to his potion problem to write itself.

You, sitting next to him, looked at him with a mixture of tenderness and amusement.

"Deuce…" you gently called his attention, resting your chin on the palm of your hand.

He didn't even look up.

"Give me a second… I'm almost there…"

You knew that wasn't true. Deuce had this habit of insisting on solving everything himself, even if he'd been mulling over the same problem for half an hour without coming to a conclusion. And while you admired his determination, you also knew he was sometimes too stubborn.

"You've been writing and erasing the same equation for fifteen minutes."

"It's not true!" he immediately retorted, but as soon as he saw your incredulous look, he slumped his shoulders and sighed. "…Okay, yeah. I don't understand anything."

You giggled before moving a little closer.

"Let me see," you said, leaning over his notebook.

Deuce tensed slightly when your arm brushed against his. Even though you'd been together for months, he still got nervous when you were too close. It was adorable.

"Look, here's the problem." You pointed to the part where he'd mixed up the unit conversions. "Instead of multiplying, you'd have to divide by the magic density to get the exact amount."

Deuce blinked.

Then he blinked again.

"Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh,'" you mocked with a smile. "See? It wasn't that complicated."

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed.

“Tsk… I guess I was making this more complicated than necessary.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, picking up his pen and writing the correction in his notebook. As you did so, you felt his gaze fixed on you.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, still writing.

Deuce quickly looked away, as if you’d caught him doing something inappropriate.

“N-Nothing… just… you’re amazing at this,” he murmured, crossing his arms with a slight blush on his cheeks. “I like watching you explain things. You look… really cool. and... and cute...”

He said that last part so quietly you barely heard it, but the blush on his face gave it away.

You paused for a moment before smiling sweetly at him.

“Was that a compliment, Deucey?”

“Don’t ruin it!” he protested, burying his face in his arm on the table. “It’s hard for me to say things like that without you making fun of me.”

"I'm not making fun of you," you said, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I like it when you're honest with me."

Deuce was silent for a few seconds, probably trying to process the sudden contact.

"You're always honest, so… I want to be honest with you too," he murmured at last, leaning into you slightly.

The heat in your chest intensified at his words. Deuce had always been someone who spoke his mind with his heart on his sleeve, but when it came to things like this, you could still see how clumsy and sweet he could be.

"So, does that mean you want to study with me more often?" you asked, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

He remained silent before nodding with a small sigh.

"Yeah… but not just because I need help studying," he said quietly. "I like being with you, even if we're stuck in the library with these damn conversion problems."

Your smile widened.

"Then I'll make studying more fun for you. How about after each topic you learn, I give you a reward?"

Deuce blinked, confused.

"Reward?"

You leaned down until your lips gently brushed against his cheek, placing a short but effective kiss that made his entire face turn red.

"Hey!" he gasped, bringing his hand to his cheek. "That's cheating!"

"Don't you like the reward?"

Deuce looked at you in disbelief, then looked away, his brow furrowed, his lips pursed, as if he were trying to resist a smile.

"…Well, if you put it that way… I guess I can try harder," he said, feigning indifference.

You didn't believe him for a second.

"Then let's get to it!" you exclaimed, opening his book to the next page. "Every time you get something right, I'll give you another kiss."

"W-Wait, that's too much—"

"What? Don't you want to improve your grades?"

Deuce looked at you, then at his notebook, and then back at you.

Finally, he cleared his throat and picked up his pen again, renewed determination in his eyes.

"Okay… but be prepared, because I'm going to get every one right!" he said with a confidence that made you smile.

Maybe studying with Deuce wasn't so bad after all.

[userluhna]

UNSPOKEN WORDS

hwang junho x f!reader

first part! | next part!

words: 1.7k

warnings: a bit emotional, junho needs a hug:( english isn’t my first language, grammar mistakes!

a/n: just let me know what you want to this for this fiction or just in general. i can do headcanons, about other characters or this fiction. my requests are open!

enjoy :)

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it has been two months since you saw junho again. it was mid-may, and your birthday was close. he came by your coffee shop multiple times during the week, often when you closed, so you could go back home together. sometimes, he came by in the early afternoon, with soft rays of sun on his face and that angelic smile of his.

he always accompanied you to your apartment, petting your cat, sitting on the couch with a glass of water or a cup of tea. he always looked so tired but stayed anyway. he wanted to talk to you, he needed to. you did, too. his eyes were so dark, you knew they hid something deeper, something unspoken. he sometimes stayed a bit longer than usual, not necessarily to have deep conversations, but because “it’s so cozy here,” as he often said.

you exchanged silent glances throughout the evening. sometimes, the room was filled with laughter or memories of your days in england. he, however, didn’t have much to say. after inho’s disappearance, he spent the past nine years looking for him. he had few relationships, which didn’t last long because “i wasn’t there enough,” he’d say with a pinch of guilt in his voice. you knew that junho tried to be good, to be better in a relationship. you had seen it.

you shared your worries about your work. your café was doing great, but you needed to repay your loan, which was quite high.

“you know i can help,” he had said to you so many times.

sometimes, you would teach him new words in english or other languages you’d hear on your campus. “come on! you’re cheating, you don’t even have an accent!”

going back to korea made you so afraid. you left your big sister in scotland and had to go back alone. you had promised. “the first time i landed, it felt weird that no one was there for me, waiting,” you admitted one night. but it was your fault. “it also felt weird going back to a place that carries so many memories and traumatic experiences at the same time.” junho grimaced, fully understanding what had happened.

that one night, he stayed a bit longer than usual. it was 12:30 a.m. “you know that i feel guilty for not coming back earlier,” you spoke softly, bringing your cup of tea to your lips.

“knew that,” he said, resting his head on the pillow as he lay down on your sofa. you were sitting across from him in your comfy chair. “you always say sorry.”

“i truly am,” you said, looking at him. “not texting you, not calling you, and not seeing you. it wasn’t cool at all. i thought maybe you were just doing fine.”

junho let out a quiet scoff, his eyes still on the ceiling. “fine? you really thought that?”

“yeah, i mean–” you paused, not sure what to say anyway. “i didn’t call, text, or try to see either. you can’t blame only yourself, you know that, right?”

“i know, but–” you adjusted yourself, sitting up straighter in your chair. “i should’ve checked on you, on inho.”

his name seemed to echo in your apartment. it felt weird, even though you’d said it before. junho’s jaw clenched, and you saw it. he said nothing, resting the back of his hand on his forehead, closing his eyes. “you can sleep here tonight, i’m closed tomorrow so you can sleep in. i won’t wake you up.”

he smiled and looked at you. “i’m okay,” he said, closing his eyes again. “just need to rest these eyes.”

“yeah, sure,” you stood up, placing your cup on the small table between the two of you. you grabbed a blanket and placed it over him. he took your hand once it was close enough to his face. “thank you,” he murmured. “i still think about us, you know.”

“i know, junho. i do too.” you both knew it. you kneeled down next to him, your free hand hesitant but finding his cheek as he held the other in his hand. “you need to rest, i don’t know what you do all day but i’ve never seen you this fatigued.”

“i’m looking for him,” his voice cracked a little. you could feel it, all the pain, the frustration he carried. “i can’t stop, y/n.”

“i know,” you murmured. your thumb tracing soft circles on his cheek. “you’re doing your best, sweetheart.” your words hit him like a punch in the stomach. you felt a single tear leave his eyes, which neither he nor you bothered to wipe away. his eyebrows frowned, holding back more tears. his usually confident, tall frame cracked that night. he couldn’t help it.

you placed a soft kiss on his forehead. the warmth of your kiss almost burned the coldness of his body. “you’re okay, i’m here now, i’m sorry,” you murmured against his skin.

he said nothing, just held your hand tighter.

“i’m so sorry,” you said, your voice cracking. “i should’ve been there.” you pressed your forehead against his, eyes shut. his hand moved to your back, holding you hesitant at first, afraid he might hurt you but still firm as if you would fade away if he didn’t.

the two of you said nothing and just held each other in silence for a moment. you didn’t know how long, but as you pulled away, he sighed.

“sleep here tonight, okay? i want to know that you’re near.”

“okay, i’ll stay here,” he said so quietly that you questioned whether he had just fallen asleep in the seconds that followed. “good,” you said, standing up. you turned off the light and made your way to your bed.

you could still feel the warmth of his skin against yours as you lay down, holding onto your blanket. you could hear the soft hum of the fridge that filled the silence of your small apartment. you didn’t close the door to your bedroom that night, too afraid he might go while you were sleeping, and you wouldn’t be able to reach him.

tonight, junho wanted to say more, but he couldn’t. he tried, but the words didn’t come as easily as they did when you were younger, comforting each other. maybe tonight, it was enough. but it made him afraid — afraid he might not know how to take care of you, how to comfort you.

afraid you might slip away.

again.

[caterpills]

20 Fanfic Author Questions

Hi!! I was tagged by the lovely @cha-melodius and @anincompletelist for this!

I've only written 2 (!!!) fics, so you're going to have the excuse the repeats in answers!

1. How many works on AO3?

2 🥰

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

99,315

3. Top 5 2 fics by Kudos

This is More of a Comment Than a Question

If You've Got It, Haunt It

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Red, White, and Royal Blue

5. Do you respond to comments?

I do! If you've left me one, I have probably responded to it. I love getting comments, lots of warm little fuzzies. Plus I'm always so excited to see what others liked or noticed about the fic 🥰 (Sometimes commenters picked up on things that I didn't even realize and that is just awesome.)

6. Angstiest Ending?

Uhhh, I don't really write angsty endings? Comment/Question is angsty (but not terribly so) but the ending is still happy, full stop. I'm probably always going to put characters through it, but they'll end up together. I'm a sap, what can I say?

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

Happiest? This is More of a Comment Than a Question. While, yes, If You've Got It, Haunt It is pure hilarious chaos aka "a silly goose time", the payoff (I believe!) is more satisfying in Comment/Question, just by the sheer nature of it being a multi-chap versus a short one-shot!

8. Do you get hate?

I don't think I've gotten hate. I've gotten a few comments that have come off really unkind. Those aren't great either, but they aren't outright hate.

9. Do you write smut?

I do not! I read a whole heck ton of it (😏) but it never felt easy for me to write. The closest I'll get is non-explicit sex and other soft intimacy, but you're probably not going to see my writing venturing into E-ratings because it is not a skill I possess!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nah. I don't think I ever would either. I love AUs, but most of the time, my fandoms and their characters are staying in their own little separate bubbles! (Doesn't mean I won't read them though!!)

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Nope! (Or at least, not that I know of!)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not, but if someone ever wanted to, that would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Not... yet. 👀 (iykyk — there's a doc with ideas, and me saying "okay hear me out" every five seconds.)

14. All time favourite ship?

I'm not answering this! You can't make me choose.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I can't really say. I have docs for all my WIPs (some y'all don't even know!!) with the intention of finishing them. Some have become more work than originally planned and I'm generally a slow writer. So like nothing is abandoned, but it may be in a few weeks or a few months before they are done!

16. Writing strengths?

URGHHH, this question. Narrative voice, I think? I'm confident that the narration, when in a certain POV, is sound and that you can really hear it come across when reading. Also, details. I've gotten complimented a lot on all the research and little narrative bits I throw into fics. (Pulled from the reality of living it, baby *finger guns*)

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Before ANYONE boos at me, I'm going to say setting. You may not think so, but some of the most difficult parts for me to write were/are the descriptions of places. I'm also shit at worldbuilding. Also, I don't really know how to be succinct. And while people may say "it's not a bad thing!" it truly is a detriment because I'll spend three paragraphs describing something that needs three sentences.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

Totally cool with it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Pretty sure it was me becoming friends with the actress who plays Lex in Jurassic Park, and then us going to Jurassic Park, written on a yellow legal pad when I was eight.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

It's always going to be my first born, my whole heart: This is More of a Comment Than a Question

I'm going to quickly tag a few others, but zero pressure: @alasse9 @14carrotghoul @onthewaytosomewhere @theprinceandagcd @jafffacakess @porcelainmortal @faketrex @emeryhall @dezinthecloud

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

#teach me the dark sorcery that is communication without fear (@haretic-smith )

Actually, yk what? I'll try! What worked for me might not work for you but I think it's worth a shot.

First, you gotta remember three things:

It doesn't work without fear. At least not for a very long time. Fake it til you make it, literally.

Communication is indeed dark magic and it's worth manually learning some rules if they don't come naturally to you and actively applying that knowledge.

A specific goal is actually super helpful.

I have been attempting to get better at communicating for months now. I started out with "I want to be able tl better talk with my friends". This included learning things like "try to balance out how much you say vs how much the friend says; one is alowed to talk a lot about a topic if it's important to them but in overall interactions you should both get something out of it", or "ask them questions about their life/activities/interests, everyone likes telling things and it makes them feel appreciated".

Then I tackled something entirely else: unknown people.

There's two main areas I wanted to work on: theatre people, and younger leftist/alternative people in my town.

Both included going to the according place where I'd be able to meet them. That means premiere parties on the theatre side, that one youth centre regarding leftist teens/young adults. And it fucking sucked. Every other time I'm at a premiere party I feel exposed, uncomfortable, incredibly out of place and like I have never spoken a word in my life. The first times (and still sometimes) I got to that youth centre I could hardly even find a corner from where to watch The People (luckily, someone else roped me into a conversation, and then I got roped into an activity).

The first step, though, is existing in those places. It's uncomfortable but you get to know the faces of The People, and they get to know your face. Just being someone who "hey I think I saw you before" makes it easier to exist in this social space.

The next step is conversation. You can literally walk up to someone and be like "hey, sorry if this comes off weird, but I'm trying to be more social and you seem cool". It feels illegal and awful but it works surprisingly well. Depending on the space, you can follow it up with a "how'd you get here?" (in for example, a youth centre you gotta get interested in), a compliment on the person's style (good if you said they seem cool), "so what did you think of ...?" (if it's an after event).

Now, the challenge: small talk. Music, styles, books/films/other media, other hobbies are wonderful topics that feel natural enough but aren't too personal but may very well reveal shared interests! Ask questions, be interested in your conversation partner, don't get too intimate in topics (and also in info you offer up yourself; there's things you may be fine with others knowing but that can still feel uncomfortably personal to the other person).

Body language is something worth at least being vaguely aware of, here. Basic stuff like looking at your conversation partner at least semi-regularly is good for seeming engaged.

Also note that this will still be awkward. It'll get better. Slowly. Gods does it go slowly. But I, personally, am a stubborn fuck and if I want to become someone who's a part of the *waves hand* theatre people, if I want to build at least a vague friendliness towards other leftist teens, then I will fucking do that. And I'll keep having awkward conversations, and more and more of them will, at some point, start to be actually fun and maybe even easy.

(Remember, though: if someone makes you uncomfortable beyond "oh fuck conversations AHHHH" you can absolutely leave. You gotta find the toilet, you meant to check out this other thing around here, so sorry but looking at the time you actually should get going.... You can always leave an uncomfortable situation. You can even leave a comfortable situation if it's becoming too much! "I had fun talking to you, but I'm afraid I'm getting pretty tired. I'd love to talk again some other time. When are you usually here/are you here often?")

Just make sure to come back! That's where a goal and stubbornness help a lot. You can leave any time, but also come back to try again. Every try will get better.

Now the trick is building a habit. I used specific physical and social spaces that are interlocked, so I can seek out this specific situational vibe and after the first time, I basically know what to expect, and it's the same people I'm getting to know/who are getting to know me. But once you get better at that, it gets easier everywhere.

You learn that conversations don't need to be awful. You learn to get better at small talk. You get used to the feeling.

Your most important attitude will still stay "fuck it, we ball", though. Literally everyone gets what it's like to make a social blunder, you can always apologise. "Oh fuck it, I'll talk to that person" what's the worst that could happen? An awkward conversation. Which *feels* horrible! But it's not, actually, and your brain needs to learn that, so do it again.

Fuck it, we ball - fake it til you make it even if every nerve in your body is screaming because you're uncomfortable but not actually in danger. And do it again. Do it scared, do it awkward, do it badly, but do it again.

It's been around six months at the theatre. The theatre people recognise me visually, at least. I mostly stick with my friends still, but I have one more friendly contact and I have gotten to talk to a number of people. Soon, I *will* actually dare to walk up to the actors and tell them what I thought of their performance (I always love it and they're happy to hear thing like that! Win-win! I'm not quite there yet, but I Will Be).

It's been three months of regularly hanging around the leftist younger people. When asked about participating in an event thingy, I said sure I'll help/go along, fuck it, despite hardly knowing any of them. We now meet up regularly and I do consider at least one of them an actual friend, if not super close yet.

I have felt awful, I have felt out of place, I have been close to just fucking crying and I have lain awakw overthinking something I said, but most of all I've been stubborn and it's worth it. I'm getting there and it's Worth It.

I may have repeated myself a lot but I hope this helps somewhat! Just... it's a skill you need to actively learn, and that's fine. A lot of people need to actively learn social skills, actually, way more than you'd think.

You're gonna be fine.

i am definitely improving my social skills, i have interacted comfortably with a variety of people i only somewhat know AND i think i'm becoming a known face at the theatre!! i am. Growing. goodbye covid puberty years i am stronger. i am succeeding. i am learning. soon i will be able to hold shallow conversations even with strangers and have fun at social events even with unknown people

[krockat]

favorite word?

hmm. hard ask. there are so many excellent tasty and scrumptious words.

those three words are very nice!

but otherwise, in Swedish the word olyckan i think is very slay cunt.

also, placeholder. that's a cool word.

also fantastisk in Swedish is a cool word!

i think what makes a good word, the best words, is how tasty it feels on your tongue. even just when you're writing it it, thinking it.

[nomstellations]

i have a cooler head now but im still going on hiatus. this is my final message for a while and if you wanna contact me do it via dms or my vore server.

Its not exactly thrilling or comforting to be vagued and blocked for being willfully misunderstood. how am i harassing people on my own blog for *checks notes* saying minors should only explore their interest in vore with their peers ? and not adults who can lie about their intentions because this has happened many times in the past ?

[starzfield]

So he was that guy’s way of killing time. A kind of fun novelty. It was annoying, but William wasn’t exactly surprised.

He did, however, blink at the two others’s names being dropped so casually. The punk still had to present himself, and the cop wouldn’t do something as pathetic as looking up online if he could find it, yet he had named his comrades without a hint of hesitation.

Curious.

Something about it was probably funny, since the other smirked - impossible to know what for sure. A private joke, probably. 

“I did.”

What was Jackson even meaning with that sentence ? Maybe just a vague threat.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll keep toying with me ‘till you’re tired of it. And I’m not surprised, with those chompers of yours. All your toys must end ruined.”

It was pointed out without judgement - inside, William labelled them as ‘unusual, but cool’. He had however emptied his amount of compliment to give out loud for the day.

The amusing thought that the words somehow meant he wasn’t a fucked up person (yet), crossed his mind, and he chuckled.

The question was a little unexpected, and he stared at the singer again, studying him for a few seconds before answering, as if trying to read his mind - and failing. William shrugged, not minding the words. 

But what was said next got him a frown. Was the punk aiming to make fun of him again ? Still, nothing he said was really bothering the cop, so he answered honestly - Jackson did answer his interrogation about bandmates earlier, so fair was fair. It seemed like they were having a sort of conversation, at the end.

“Gin doesn’t share my taste in music, you’re right about that. We have a drink together sometimes though - but mostly, she has a husband at home, so, you know. Gotta balance work, family life and friends.”

There was no resentment or bother in his voice. Handling family life when you were a cop wasn’t easy, so he was genuinely glad for her happiness.

“But she knows about it. It’s the music I like, concerts I go to, I don’t see what it has to do with my job - she doesn’t mind.”

If Jackson had seen the picture of her in his wallet, he may have seen the one of himself with his family too.

A short, amused huff left him at the mention of the NYPD. “It’s not their business. I’m not hiding it, but I don’t go out of my way to let them know either…”

He grinned, amused again, half hiding his smile behind his nearly empty bottle.

“Contradictory… I guess I’m lucky you didn’t call me a hypocrite, hm ? …You have no idea to what extent.” At this point he could be made of lego bricks, each of them a “contradiction”.

Shaking his head, William then emptied what was left of his drink.

Once done, he stared at the bottle, thinkful.

“They’d probably be annoying if they knew though. At my last station it was just one of the reasons I didn’t get along with most colleagues. So I usually make friends outside of it - but I just arrived here a bunch of weeks ago, so. No friends yet.”

Another shrug. All of these were just facts, William sounding pretty blasé about it all, not really minding.

It was also funny how he labeled Jackson’s as ‘troublemaker’, when that was what himself was called by most in his old station.

Jackson shrugged at first before he even responded. "I hang out with these guys constantly, so what if I wanna annoy you for a while? Besides, they're probably gonna show up at some point. If Connor can get Damian out here." He smirked at the mental image of the huge blonde, trying to pry yet another book out of the Goth's hand, telling him to go out and socialize.

"Hah, did you just call yourself a chewing toy? I hope you realize that I haven't even started then. When I bite something, I don't stop until its fucked up."

Whatever the hell that meant. Not like he needed to explain himself to William. "What about you? haven't been able to make any friends yet? And that cop chick don't count, you guys know each other from work." Yeah he had noticed that these two must be close, just from the brief interaction and the fact that he saw a picture of the both of them in William's wallet.

"Lemme guess, she's not into this stuff or you haven't told her. You are pretty contradicting with your shitty ass day job, only to hang out here at night. I bet the NYPD wouldn't let you hear the end of it."

If these cops were just as annoying around they colleagues as they were around a culprit, then Jacks could already tell what kinda shit William had to deal with.

But he swallowed every bit of pity he had with another swig of beer, just like most of his feelings.

[jeezypetes]

I listened to 94 audiobooks in 2024 and these were my 9 favorite novels :)

[starpros-sunshine]

I think the reason I'm so uncomfortable in conversation with cis men is because in my life the image I've grown up with is that from the American movies and while there's so much to be said about how women in those are basically objects or exclusively love interests or just Really Really forgettable I feel like there's also something to be mentioned about how most of these men are all the same pseudo-tough-guy character that's cool and suave and sexy and the only emotion he's capable of is nonchalant banter (it feels worth mentioning that the American movies I'm referring to are all from the last century I have no idea if that's changed in these last years but a gut feeling tells me no) and I also barely talk to the guys from my grade so the result of kind of growing up with that is that I just genuinely can not imagine real cis men with a complex inner emotional landscape. Maybe this is also an empathy thing but I genuinely can not imagine most cishet guys doing normal people things in their free time that aren't gaming or going to the gym or...idk. making music too I suppose. It's quite comical really but I just can not imagine cishet men with interests or doing stuff like having crushes and it's so strange because I know for a fact I am generally speaking not a sexist person but this little tidbit of apparently just not being able to view cishet men as normal people? Can't get that to go away even if I logically know it's silly. There's a point in this post about how toxic masculinity is a huge issue and affects even those not affected by it and runs really really deep or whatever but I'm too tired to coherently put it together. On the positive side now I get really happy when I see men online talk about how much they love their wives and all that because it's like "wow! Crazy you really are just a normal dude and not some James Bond knock-off like I thought every cishet man was supposed to be! Thank god!"

[broke-on-books]

Ok turned in my port assignment. I'm abt an hour late on the submission but I'm going to hope she just doesn't care + I apologized in my email soooooo I think we're good. She's going through it atm anyways so I'm hoping the flexibility goes both ways and whatnot. That said I did ask for a 1 day extension on the last writing assgmt too back in early November so she could be justified in taking off points but like why would she pleaseeee Rachel nooooo. I did write my email in English though so maybe I need to die for that idk

I guess we'll see but it'll be fine. Besides we had a quiz earlier, the writing activity due tonight and an exam Friday just in this class like I think we can let 50 minutes slide here

[bcksbarnes]

the sun will set for you

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: bucky barnes is wrapped up in your arms, wanting you to be his

word count: 1.3K

“buck...” you groan as the two of you lay in bed, his hand running down your spine as the two of you roll around in the mattress. laughs pass both of your lips as you feel him pull you in closer, his fingers slipping down to your thigh pressing into your skin. 

“what...” he groans back mockingly, his nose pressed against the base of your neck as he peppered soft kisses. a shiver runs up your spine as you groan again, shaking your head. you can feel the smile on his face as he presses another kiss to your neck, his metal arm pushing you so that your back is against the mattress looking up at him. 

neither of you knew when it happened, one day you were friends, the next you were taking turns falling into each others beds – the nights filled with heavy breathing and the sounds of sweet nothings. the shift was so sudden it could have knocked the earth off its axis. 

but, neither of you wanted to stop. you were drawn to each other like magnets and even when you tried to keep it simple, to play it cool, it never worked the way you wanted it to. you always fell back into the same routine. it’s how you ended up in his bed now. 

“i’m tired.” you say softly, his head tilting up slightly as his eyes catch yours. you feel him press one more kiss to your neck before he picks his head up to be level with yours. he fixes the pillow behind you, fluffing it up before he lays next to you, his fingers resting on the small of your back. 

you watch him carefully, grazing over his face as you take in his features. his eyes are tired, tortured, but when he looks at you there’s no doubt in your mind that this – whatever this is – is real. his stubble has gotten a bit long and there’s a scar on his cheek that he’s never told you the story to. but when you look at bucky barnes all you can see is a perfect man. 

“what’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks, his voice is quiet, barely above a whisper. 

“nothing.” your voice is hoarse, almost giving yourself away. as much fun as the two of you had and as desperately as you knew this was something neither of you had the guts to say it out loud. 

“liar.” his voice is playful as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips, your hand snaking up to the back of his neck to hold him there, kissing him with the same amount of pressure. the sound of your lips locking and moving fills the room. your skin burns where his fingers trace patterns on your lower back, and you have to hold yourself from deepening it. you know very well that this could go from 0 to 100 very quickly. 

it takes a moment for him to pull away, his eyes closed as he nudges your nose with his. your heart is pounding in your chest with everything that you want to say, everything you’re feeling. 

“tell me.” he insists, his forehead resting against yours. 

“nothing, buck.” you also insist. but after a few moments of silence, you continue. “i’m just thinking about us, about this. that’s all.” 

“so not nothing.” his eyes open to catch your gaze, his fingers running up and down your sides now. he was warm, his bare body somehow both incredibly hard and muscly, but also soft, like a pillow. 

“not nothing.” you admit. “i mean ... i’m just ... sometimes i can’t pinpoint how or why this started. you know?” 

“maybe because we’re two friends who are extremely horny and needed something to take the edge off.” he says, though the look in the eyes tells you he doesn’t believe that. “or because we both know there’s something neither of us are saying.” 

your breath hitches in your throat and you’re confident you know where this conversation is going but something about it feels ... wrong? feels ... like it’s not real? maybe because the two of you had danced around the conversation for so long, pretending that this longing, this yearning, was just for fun.  

“be mine.”  

his voice cuts through the tension like a knife, though it’s so soft you’re not sure at first if you’ve heard him correctly. 

“what?” you whisper, your hand on the back of his neck pulling him in closer, needing to hear him say the words once more. 

“be mine.” he says it again as if it’s the easiest thing he’s ever said, as if it’s as easy as breathing. everything that’s been holding the two of you from taking the leap rushes through your mind in that moment. you feel him lean forward and press his lips against yours again. “please?” 

you hum softly, your hands raking through his long hair, pushing strands out of his face. 

“what if it doesn’t work out?” you whisper between kisses. 

“we’ll figure it out.” he whispers back, his kisses becoming more insistent. 

“what if ...” you mumble against his lips. “you end up hating me?” 

“i could never hate you.” his words are muffled as he trails his lips down to your jaw, trying to show you how much you mean to him. 

“what if - ...” but before you could speak again he presses his hand over your mouth. 

“no more what if’s, princess.” bucky says, his eyes narrowed as he looks up at you. “whatever happens will happen. if things don’t work out we’ll figure it out,” he reiterates. “if we fight, we’ll work through it. if i end up hating you ...” he trails off for a moment. “then something extremely weird is going on and you should take me to the doctor.” 

your heart is beating out of your chest, a small smile on your lips as his hand is still pressed against your mouth. he smiles up at you, his hand trailing down your jaw and behind your head, entangling in your hair. he tugs on it softly, forcing your head to tilt up a bit. your name leaves his lips and you’re pretty sure it’s the most heavenly sound on this earth. 

“i’m not going to ask again.” though his voice is gruff, it’s filled with a lot of emotion, everything that he wants to say. 

“what if ...” you start again, a smirk crawling on your lips. “i’m kidding.” bucky’s eyebrows, which were furrowed, relaxed as he realizes you were just teasing, playfully tugging at your hair again. 

there’s a lot going on in your head at that moment, you’re trying to piece together all the feelings that you have for him but there is a voice in the back of your head screaming at you to just give him an answer – to tell him. 

“and if i say yes?” you whispers, your finger on the scar where his metal arm meets his flesh, feeling the raised skin beneath your touch. “then what?” 

bucky shivers slightly at the touch, his eyes closing softly, his eyelash grazing his cheek. he’s never had someone take care of him the way you do, someone who treated him so delicately like he was the one going to break and not the one capable of doing the breaking. you always looked at him and saw the man he wanted to be, the man he truly wished he could become. 

“then ...” he whispers. “you’ll be mine.” 

“simple as that?” 

“simple as that.” 

“and if i say no?” 

“please don’t say no.” 

the look on his face is pleading, like he’s never asked this question before in his life and that he never thinks he will again. 

“bucky ...” you whisper, his eyes closing softly. you can hear his heart thumping in his chest, disappointed by your lack of response. your hand presses to the side of his cheek, your lips brushing against his but not fully kissing him – not yet. “i’ve always been yours.” 

his eyes shoot open to look at you, searching your features for anything that might tell him that this is just a dream, but when he finds none he leans forward and presses his lips against yours. hungry. passionate. he pushes you back down into the mattress again, and the two of you intertwine filling the night with the same amount of gasps and bated breaths that have always happened between the two of you, but knowing now that everything is different.

[bokunoheros]

TAGS/WARNINGS: reader is gender neutral but afab (keigo does talk ab making you a mommy tho, and you refer to yourself as his girlfriend once), reader is a civilian, this is pre-war, reader and keigo are dating, no lube no protection (all night all day), baby trapping lowk????, idk he nonconsensually cums in you and then proposes (you accept tho), creampies, cockwarming, kinda lazy ending?? idgaf GENRE: smut SUMMARY: it’s the start of mating season and keigo had just saved a mother and her child at work today, so it’s only natural for him to come home with the overwhelming need to knock you up. WORD COUNT: 2.6K 🦊’s A/N: keigo they could Never make me hate you…. anyway hope yall enjoy this fr

     not only was today the first day of his rut, meaning his last day of hero work until the spring was over, but he had also gone out of his way to save a mother and her crying child while off-duty. he’d been heading home after an eventful and tiring patrol when he ran into them being threatened by a petty mugger—nothing he couldn’t handle, especially after the day he’d had, but he can imagine having a gun pointed to your face must be scary to an untrained civilian. now, he was brimming over with emotions, barely keeping his cool as he walks through the threshold of your shared home, slamming the door loudly behind him, wings all puffed up and ruffled.

     “keigo? honey, what’s wron—” you’re suddenly cut off by a small flurry of his feathers sweeping you off your feet and carrying you from the kitchen towards where he stood in the living room, in the process of stepping out of his boots and shrugging his jacket off. you’re immediately taken aback by his serious demeanor and you open your mouth to say something, except that no words come out. what should you say?

     “how was your day..?” you ask tentatively after a brief moment of silence. 

     rather than verbally answering you, he lets out a long, drawn out sigh and shakes his head — a response you’re unfamiliar with. usually, he isn’t afraid to yap for at least fifteen minutes about how his day went, what happened, and sometimes even the people or fellow pros he talked to! so for him to remain silent…. well, it’s safe to say you’re starting to get worried. 

     had you done something wrong? was today exceptionally challenging? your heart rate increases as your anxious thoughts swirl around in your foggy mind, and you don’t know where to go from here.

     keigo knew what to do, though; he knew exactly how to relieve this stress.

     taking a step in your direction, he narrows his eyes, intense, predatory gaze locked onto yours, and suddenly, he’s leaning in for a kiss as he backs you up against the nearest wall. 

     the way he kisses you is controlled and barely put together, and you can tell he’s on edge, like he’s about to snap, so you say what you think he needs to hear.

     “you can rough me up a bit, kei, i promise i won’t break.”

     his eyes fly open at your words before narrowing as he nods before leaning back in with much more passion and any restraint right out the window. but he himself has said it before, he’s awful—he has no self-control; something that rang especially true when it came to you. 

     he’s spent whole evenings with his head buried between your thighs, eating you out until you’re crying and begging him to stop, saying it hurts, it hurts!, to which he always asks you for just one more. “one more” never meant one more, of course—keigo was greedy in this sense. he could never seem to get enough of you, always wanting more, more, more. if he could, he’d devour you whole, make you his entirely, and—that’s exactly what he was going to do tonight. he had been planning to propose for a while now, anyway. he had a ring and everything! he’d.. just been working up the courage to ask. so, then what better way than by deciding to knock you up on a whim. 

     well, …was it really a whim if he had fantasized about it before? the two of you had been dating since the summer of last year, meaning you haven’t seen him during his ruts yet, and, while he’s mentioned it briefly in the past, he didn’t actually expect to last this long with you so he never divulged the details of it—not because he wasn’t in love with you, but because he gave up on the dating scene because he’s always the one being dumped for being so. so. !!!! outwardly nonchalant about most things! or being married to his work, whatever they meant by that; he only worked so hard so he could have a future to relax in! no one ever seemed to understand that…. until he met you.

     something just clicked between the two of you upon your first meeting—you were probably the most interesting person hawks had ever saved, be it your quirk, your personality and mannerisms, or even something as simple as a remark you had made in the five something minutes it took to save you; he found himself unable to get you out of his head for days afterwards, eventually causing him to seek you out to ask a bewildered you on a date—just one, he had originally said.  

     you said yes immediately for a multitude of reasons—he was fine as fuck, he’d literally saved your life the other day, not to mention he was witty, and spoke his mind, too—something keigo hadn’t been expecting. he knew all of the above things, and yet, found himself somewhat nervous as he handed you a bouquet of pale red carnations, red camellias, and baby’s breath. he’d stayed up all night researching flower language and symbolism, deciding on the perfect ones to give to you, as he knew it was rude to show up to somebody’s house empty-handed, and, also, because… he’d never really felt this way about anyone before. there was something so magnetic between the two of you….

     but that’s enough reminiscing—he needs to be in the present moment, needs to focus on fucking you so good you go braindead on his dick, focus on cumming so deep in you, there’s no way you couldn’t not be pregnant with his child. keigo understood that having children as the number two pro hero would be no easy feat, but he thinks with you by his side, he can do anything. 

     sliding his tongue over the seam of your lips, one gloved hand comes up to squish your cheeks enough to force your lips to part for him and he easily slips the wet muscle into your mouth, taking his time sliding it along the insides of your cheeks, the grooves of your teeth, and the roof of your mouth, carefully exploring every inch and committing it to memory (as if he hadn’t already). 

     meanwhile, his other hand settles on your hip, massaging it lightly for a moment before his grip quickly tightens and he’s coaxing your tongue out of your mouth and into his as he begins to suck on it.

     “mmh,” you hum pleasantly, starting to drool as you let keigo decide how to use you in order to relieve his stress. 

     “missed ya t’day, dove,” he murmurs against your lips before nipping at your tongue and you feel your heart flutter. what had gotten into him? you weren’t necessarily complaining, but you still felt a little worried about him if you were being totally honest.

     keigo, sensing your unease, slowly pulls away from the kiss to ask if something was wrong, just for you to deflect the question back onto him. 

     “‘m fine, it was just a long day is all,” he tells you in earnest, leaving out the part about the beginning of his rut. “need’a feel you s’bad, though,” he breathes out, moving to kiss you again; tilting his head, he slots his lips back over yours, and it feels like he’s going to eat you alive. and, truthfully, he just might.

     before you even realize what he’s doing, he’s picking you up, wrapping your legs around his narrow waist, and carrying you into the bedroom where he’s pinning you to the mattress, wings spread wide for you to admire as you look up at him. you’re sure his words held a bit of truth to them, but he was behaving a little oddly for reasons you couldn’t put together yet. 

     him being a horny little shit wasn’t the unusual bit, but rather, his upbeat demeanor was nowhere to be found—even if it was an act almost all the time, it still felt weird to see him so serious looking.

     “kei…”

     “shh, stop worrying, sweets,” he shushes you, leaning in for another hungry kiss. you oblige him of course, parting your lips and poking your tongue out to meet his as you close your eyes

     his large wings create an almost dome around the two of you, shutting out the world, only leaving room for the two of you, and not another soul. 

     perhaps it would be best to sit back, relax, and let your boyfriend play with you… so that’s exactly what you do, settling fully onto the soft bed and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him in closer—something that had him smirking against your soft lips. 

     it’s not long before you’re both naked, having grown too hot for the unnecessary layers separating your bare bodies, and soon, you suddenly have a pillow tucked under your hips, keeping them at an angle—something that confuses you.

     “keigo?”

     “just relax, dove.”

     he leans in closer, bringing his lips to yours as his one hand grasps at your hip, blunt nails (that he has to trim daily, mind you, lest they grow into talons) digging into the tender flesh there while his other grabs at his leaky cock, tapping it against your clit a couple times before lining it up with your slit and slowly pushing in, doing his best to show restraint and not bottom out in one fluid motion. you both groan at the feeling, the stretch so deep you almost feel nauseous.

     bringing two fingers down to your pulsing clit, he rubs semi-rough circles against the little bud, trying his hardest not to overwhelm you, but needing to hurry up and get you off so he can stuff you full of his cum.

     “mmmh,” you moan quietly as he focuses on working you up to your first orgasm out of many for the long night he had planned for you.

     it’s not long before you’re cumming with a cry and suddenly, keigo’s got his dick lined up with your slick little hole, easing himself in as he bites his bottom lip, trying not to whimper. 

     “fuuuck, you’re so tight, sweets,” he groans, rocking his hips into your, unkempt pubes brushing against your neatly trimmed ones. 

     your hands come up to wrap around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer, before you’re tugging at his wings, and you feel his dick twitch inside you.

     “don’t,” is all he’s able to get out, burying his face in the crook of your neck, where he begins sucking and biting at the skin there. 

     “why not?” you grin like an idiot, already knowing the answer. you knew damn well just how sensitive keigo’s wings were—already having had this discussion when you first started having sex and you went to grab at them for the first time.

     “don’t ask stupid questions when you know the answer, dove,” he warns.

     you, ever the brat, decide to start stroking on his wings, and you feel his hips stutter and teeth sink into the column of your throat. 

     “nngh–!” you whine, tugging on the bright red feathers. keigo moans loudly at this, and quickly grabs the backs of your thighs to fold you in half and start fuckin’ pounding into you—his thrusts are fast and sloppy, and the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin turns you on even more, pussy drooling around his dick.

     it doesn’t take long before keigo’s cumming deep inside you without warning, something that has your eyes flying open. 

     “k–keigo–! y– you just— you..!” the words aren’t there as panic begins to settle in. something you had both agreed on before you started fucking was that even if you did it raw, he had to pull out—kids were a big no for the both of you.

     but here was your boyfriend, fucking you throughout his orgasm and working his way up to a second as he looks down at you with a gaze so intense, you feel small beneath him. 

     tugging at his wings again, you cry out his name as he fucks his cum into you, just for him to ignore your pathetic mewls and pleas.

     “k– kei—!”

     “gonna knock y’up so good—g’nna— fuck— g’nna make you a mommy—”

     your face flushes deeply at his words—is this what had gotten into him? the urge to breed you? knock you up?

     “f–fuck!” you pull at his wings, rolling your hips upwards as best you can as he desperately ruts into you. this triggers keigo’s second orgasm, his pelvis pressing flush against yours as he cums hard. 

     “nngh—! hnnmg—fuck,” keigo moans as his hips still while he spills another load deep within you. “shit— y’feel so fuckin’ good, baby—” 

     this continues for what seems like ever, but in reality is maybe fifteen minutes of your boyfriend fucking into you until he physically can’t cum anymore, until tears are running down his cheeks from how overstimulated he is, and he’s collapsing on top of you with a tired sigh.

     “k–keigo— we— we can’t—” can’t what? “‘m gonna get pregnant— y’gotta let me get up,” you try to say, shoving at his chest; but it was no use, he was dead weight. 

     “good,” he says breathlessly, nuzzling his face into your neck. 

     “n–no! not good! i— we’re only dating! what would the media think if they found out the number two pro hero went and knocked his girlfriend up?!” your concern is genuine, but also stems from selfish reasons. you’re sure the reporters would hound you the moment they caught a whiff of something fishy, and—

     “then marry me.” his words are so serious sounding that they immediately break you out of your own mind and your eyes go wide with shock and awe. had he seriously just. proposed?! while still being balls deep in you!? 

     “huh!?” you sound just as caught off guard as you look, and keigo cranes his neck up to look at you, expression the most serious you’d ever seen it. …okay, so he obviously wasn’t joking around, but, but–!

     “you heard me. …i’d been meaning to get you a ring for a little while now, but couldn’t find one i thought you might like, so…..” his cheeks are flushed and face sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead as he gazes at you so tenderly, your heart can’t help but feel full.

     “i— keigo, i…” he waits patiently as you fumble with your words. “yes,” finally falls from your lips, a grin tugging at the corners of them.

      unable to say anything else, you cup his cheeks with both hands and press kisses all over his handsome face before you slot your lips over his and lean in slowly, almost teasingly.

     keigo, ever impatient, leans in to close the gap, one large hand coming to cradle the back of your head as his hips twitch and he pushes further into you, causing the disgusting amount of cum stuffed in your cunt to form a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and drip down to your puckered asshole. after that, it doesn’t take much longer for keigo to fuck you both to sleep.

     and that’s how you found yourself in the exact same position one year later, having put your first child to bed no less than an hour ago, with your now husband pinning you to your shared mattress, talking about how he wants a second kid—how beautiful you looked pregnant the first time, and how he’d love to see you like that again. so, he makes it happen. and then one more time after that.

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[captain-hawks]

OVERRATED // matsukawa issei x f!reader

You’re convinced that getting fingered is overrated. Your roommate shows you otherwise, since you’ve clearly never been with someone who knows what they’re doing.

2.6k — 18+, roommates to lovers, fingering, mattsun and those goddamn hands

A woman sits in a dark booth in the back corner of a restaurant, lower lip tucked between her teeth, fingers digging into the edges of her seat as she tries not to make it obvious that the man beside her has his hand up her skirt. 

“There’s no way it feels that good for her,” you scoff, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as you stare judgmentally at the television screen. 

Matsukawa looks from you, to the movie, and back again. “Getting fingered?”

Your eyes flit over to where your roommate’s sitting on the opposite end of the couch, one brow raised as he lifts a can of soda to his lips.

The woman on the television screen moans.

(This isn’t porn, for the record.)

“Yeah? I mean this is like, false advertising.”

Matsukawa blinks. “I literally do not think I’ve ever met a girl who doesn’t enjoy being fingered.”

A sudden surge of heat licks at the back of your neck at his words, and you force your attention back to the screen. “And just how many girls have you—actually, you know what. Nevermind. Don’t answer that.”

He lets out a quiet huff of a laugh, and the two of you are silent for another five minutes or so before he speaks up again.

“So you’ve never had an orgasm just from being fingered then.”

Matsukawa says it bluntly, plainly, like he’s completely unbothered by the prospect of casually discussing sex with you on your couch on a Friday night. 

“Nope,” you shake your head, popping the ‘P’ for emphasis.

He’s not looking at you when he replies, “That’s a shame.”

—

Your phone lights up with a notification for a text message from Matsukawa on Sunday morning while you’re still in bed. You’re pretty sure he left the apartment early to get breakfast with Hanamaki, and he’s yet to return.

Mattsun: can you text makki and tell him you think getting fingered is overrated Mattsun: he doesn’t believe me >>: …. >>: so like >>: sometimes makki can just maybe not know things Mattsun: you spent twenty minutes last week telling both of us about your last date who couldn’t get it up Mattsun: in detail Mattsun: with a donut and >>: OKAY YEAH YEAH Mattsun: :)

Collapsing back against your pillows, you groan before opening your text thread with Hanamaki.

>>: getting fingered is overrated, makki Hanamaki: wow he wasn’t kidding  Hanamaki: wild >>: now can you make sure he brings me home a coffee Hanamaki: k Hanamaki: u act like he would ever forget something u asked for >>: what’s that supposed to mean Hanamaki: also though Hanamaki: when are u guys going to fuck

You drop your phone on the mattress, looking around the room as if Hanamaki himself is sitting in the corner snickering at you. 

>>: i’m sorry what >>: who >>: how did we get here Hanamaki: at least ask HIM to finger u  Hanamaki: because this shit is DEpressing >>: i’m blocking your number Hanamaki: u’ve seen his hands right >>: bye Hanamaki: cool i’ll email u xo

Groaning, you bury your face under the covers. 

—

“I had an idea. A really dumb idea, actually. It’s kind of Makki’s fault, but—“

Matsukawa looks up from where he’s pouring a glass of water, brows furrowing. 

“—and honestly just feel free to say no and forget this ever happened—“

He blinks, putting down the cup and leaning against the counter, crossing his arms as he waits for you to fumble through this never ending lead up to a question that’s been eating at the back of your mind all week. 

“Can you uh…could you maybe…”

Matsukawa moves a little closer to you, leaning in, as if his proximity is going to help encourage you to drag the rest of the words from where they’re clinging to the backs of your teeth. 

“CouldyoufingermeinaplatonicwaysoIcanfigureoutifI’mjustbrokenorsomething.”

You say it all in a single breath. 

Matsukawa chokes. 

“You think you’re the problem?” he asks, taken aback. 

“I mean, yeah? If it’s supposed to feel good, and it doesn’t for me, then maybe I—“

“Go put on something that makes you feel sexy,” he interrupts you calmly.

Your heart lurches in your chest. “What? Right now!?” you squeak. 

Matsukawa walks over to the kitchen sink, glancing back at you over his shoulder as he slowly presses down the pump on the foaming soap and thoroughly washes his hands. 

You’re not sure how or why that sight alone already leaves your throat dry. 

He nods. “Put on whatever makes you feel good. It doesn’t matter what it looks like. We’re not going anywhere. And then go in my bedroom, lay down in my bed, and text me when you’re ready.”

Fifteen minutes later, you find yourself on your stomach in Matsukawa’s bed, legs idly kicking in the air to expel the nervous energy simmering in your gut. 

And while it was borderline mortifying trying to pick out something “sexy” to wear before tiptoeing into his bedroom, you realize why he said it now as you hit send on a message that simply reads “Ready.”

Because now that you’re lying here in a short, pleated skirt that’s lived in the back of your closet for years, thigh high socks, a delicate, lacy bralette that you’ve yet to find a reason to wear, and a thong with a little pink bow nestled just above your ass—

Now that you’re wrapped up in the familiar scent of Matsukawa’s body wash in a way that’s far more intimate than stealing his clothes or falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch—

Now that you know he’s seconds away from seeing you like this in his bed, from slipping his fingers beneath your skirt—

Well, you can already feel it—the slick, sticky arousal soaking its way into your panties. 

“Wow,” Matsukawa murmurs as he walks in, striding over to the foot of the bed. “Nice socks.”

You go to roll over, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious, and he shakes his head. “No, stay like that.”

Turning back onto your stomach, you push your phone aside, hugging one of his pillows to your face—though you almost regret it when you subsequently end up burying your nose in the warm and admittedly dizzying scent of him once more. Meanwhile, you feel the mattress dip as he climbs atop it. 

“If at any point you want me to stop, let me know, okay?”

You nod, and he slowly starts to run his hands up the backs of your thighs, stopping just shy of the hem of your skirt. 

“Didn’t you wear this to that costume party at Oikawa’s a few years ago?”

The first and only time you wore it, given how its meager length leaves almost nothing to the imagination. 

“Yeah,” you laugh, though it’s a little weak, given the way he’s now rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs against the inside of your thighs. 

Unintentionally, you spread your legs somewhat for him at the sensation, toes curling. He chuckles quietly. 

Matsukawa’s fingers finally slide up your skirt, his large hands resting on either of your ass cheeks. You try to fight the sudden urge to arch your spine into his touch. 

“Is this still okay?”

You nod, and he squeezes. 

A moan slips out past your lips before you can stop it. 

“Oh,” you breathe out, fingers grasping his silky dark green sheets for purchase as he begins to massage the globes of your ass. 

“Does that feel good?” he asks. 

He squeezes a little harder, and there’s a euphoric release of tension that seeps through your muscles.

“So good,” you mumble, face pressed sideways against his pillow. Which you may or may not have drooled on. 

Cool air licks and settles against your backside as Matsukawa grasps your skirt and pushes it out of the way. Your thong tightens against your skin with tension for a moment, snapping back lightly once he lets it go.

Sliding his palm down the center of your ass, he brings his hand back to your thighs and stretches his fingers outward, effectively spreading your legs further. You inhale, toes pressing down into the mattress at the foot of the bed. 

“Oh, do you want me to take these off?” he pauses, idly toying with the string of your thong. 

And while it would certainly be easier, there’s something about the evidence of your arousal soaking into the material, something about the way the lace tugs against your skin—

You shake your head. 

“Good, the bow is cute.”

He runs a finger over the delicate piece of ribbon, and you’re thankful he can’t see the embarrassing way you swallow in response. 

“Is flattery a part of the process?” you ask. 

You can almost hear the grin on his face as he slowly feathers a finger against the wet spot on your panties and replies, “Is it not working?”

“You’re terrible,” you laugh, despite the shiver that runs through you. 

“Save your breath.”

You turn slightly to look back at him, brows furrowed. “For wha—“

Your words are cut off by the moan that crawls up your throat without warning as the pad of Matsukawa’s middle finger suddenly slides down the length of your creamy slit. 

It catches you off guard, how good that little bit of contact feels. How sensitive you are for him. How—

“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re wet,” he murmurs, one digit now circling around the rim of your puffy, fluttering entrance while another long finger draws through your folds once more. 

He’s hardly doing anything, and it already sounds obscene. 

Your chest burns, and your heart thunders in your chest as you find yourself arching your ass up off of the bed. The skirt flops back down over your backside in the process, and Matsukawa’s quick to push it back out of the way, his large hand pressing into the small of your back. 

The pillow case grows more damp against your cheek as you quietly pant against it. 

“Matsukawa,” you whine, hips pressing backward again as he ghosts a finger over your swollen clit before dragging two digits back through your folds. Your cunt aches. 

“You have to tell me if you don’t like how it feels, okay?”

He runs his thumb across your dripping hole. 

“Matsukawa,” you gasp again, one hand tightly grasping the top edge of the mattress. 

“Just tell me to stop, and I will,” he promises, slipping the tip of a finger into your entrance. Barely past the fingernail. 

“Issei, please,” you nearly sob, spreading your legs even further for him. “Don’t—don’t stop.”

He lets out a noisy, rough exhale. One that’s a stark contrast to his easy, syrupy tone. 

But you can hardly hear it as he slides his finger into your cunt, not stopping until he’s at the last knuckle. 

You can hardly hear it over the desperate, needy moan that he drags out of you on one finger alone. 

Matsukawa takes his time exploring your tight inner walls, alternating between pumping his finger in and out while you keen for him and keeping it lodged inside as he curls and strokes your wet channel. 

It’s never felt like this. 

Not with anyone. 

Not even with your own fingers. 

But this—

It feels like you’re burning from the inside out, like your nerves are on the verge of going up in flames. 

It’s just one long, deft finger sliding in and out of the eager, needy grip of your pussy. Your tight, soaking wet pussy that’s nowhere near full enough yet still pulsing and dripping with pleasure all the same. 

It’s just a single finger, and yet your voice is going hoarse from the moans tumbling from your lips, the repeated whimpers of Matsukawa’s name as your sticky arousal slides down the palm of his hand. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” he rasps, voice a little rougher than it was before. 

“I’m probably making a mess all over your bed,” you mutter against the pillow. 

“Good,” you swear you hear him breathe out before he asks, “Still overrated?” His free hand slides beneath the waistband of your thong,  wrapping around your hip bone. 

“It’s never, I’ve never—“ you gasp. 

“Because you sleep with guys who do it for themselves, who see it as a necessity to getting their dick inside of you,” Matsukawa replies in a calm tone that’s a stark contrast to the way you’re unravelling beneath him. “I just want you to feel good. This isn’t about me.”

And you’ve also never been fingered like this—face down, prone. With your pebbled nipples rubbing against your lace bralette and a too-short skirt rucked up around your waist. In a sopping wet thong that keeps rubbing against your clit every time Matsukawa nudges it out of the way, with thigh high socks that continue to slip down lower and lower as you writhe in pleasure against the mattress. 

You’ve never been fingered by Matsukawa Issei. Your roommate and your best friend who’s a little too handsome for his own good. Who you’ve had more wet dreams about than you can count. 

Matsukawa Issei and his stupidly long, dexterous fingers. Two of which are now stuffed in your tight hole, massaging your inner walls while you drool on his pillow like it’s his cock that’s stuffed inside of you instead. 

Matsukawa Issei, who’s somehow on the verge of making you forget every dick you’ve ever had inside of you by fucking you with his fingers and his fingers alone. 

“Don’t flatter me that much yet, not till I make you come,” he murmurs, stroking your throbbing clit. 

And oh—you fucking said that last bit out loud. 

Not that you can bring yourself to care when the coil of heat in your gut is wrapped so tight you can hardly breathe. Every muscle in your body tenses under the liquid pleasure that sears its way down your spine with a bite that has you trembling, sheets slipping beneath the feeble grasp of your shaking hands. 

You end up pushing yourself onto your knees as Matsukawa purposely slows his pace, like he’s not ready for you to come yet. Like he wants to edge you until the whole goddamn mattress is soaked.

“Issei,” you whimper in a small, breathless voice that you can hardly believe is your own. 

And suddenly you find yourself being tugged backwards into his lap, your legs spread, your back to his chest. You barely have time to marvel over the feeling of his hard cock pressing into your ass through his pants, not when his lips ghost against the shell of your ear before he rests his chin against your shoulder. 

Matsukawa slides his fingers back inside of you, and you moan at the angle, at the way his mouth ends up tucked into the crook of your neck when you roll your hips into his touch. His lips are hot against your skin as he traces the column of your neck, cunt squelching wetly while your pussy greedily takes in the stretch of his digits over and over. 

And then he presses a hot, open-mouthed kiss to your pulse point, biting and sucking at the sensitive spot while your cunt throbs, as you shake with a full-body shiver, as the damn of pleasure inside of you snaps and overflows with an orgasm that leaves tears in your eyes as you sob his name. 

Matsukawa tilts your chin and finds your mouth with his, claiming your lips in a messy, spit-soaked kiss as you ride out your climax. 

It’s only once you stop shuddering in pleasure that you remember how hard he felt beneath you, and you go to slip a hand between your bodies—

“It’s okay,” he exhales, sounding just as out of breath as you feel.

“You don’t want me to—“ You try not to sound as disappointed as you feel over his sudden rejection.

His eyes go a little wide. “No, no. No, it’s that. I just…uh…I already…”

You blink at him. “I didn’t think that was actually a thing that happens.”

Did he really just come in his—

Matsukawa rubs the back of his neck, biting his bottom lip. “It’s never happened to me before, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh?”

For some reason, you feel more than a little smug at these words.

“First time for everything I guess,” he grins.

“Overrated?” you ask coyly, warmth swelling in your chest.

Matsukawa shakes his head, lips brushing against yours when he leans in and murmurs against your mouth, “Definitely not.”

[yandere-romanticaa]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋🍒✧˚.🎀༘⋆ 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜.

❝ heaven is my baby, suicide's her father, opulence is the end. ❞ - lana del rey.

various! yandere! honkai star rail men on how they claim you ~

🎀 I just wanted to make a little post which features my favorite male HSR characters lolz. Also, there's zero reason why I picked the song for the title other than the fact that it is for the ✨ aesthetic ✨!

❥ 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 !

What better way than to leave a mark on his beloved than by his mere presence alone? Jing Yuan is a simple man in his core, even if his tactical nature or even mischievous side can get carried away at times, The General is all too aware of his influence on the Lofu.

The sun could stop shining, the sky could fall and darkness could envelop the whole galaxy but not even that could erase the impact that Jing Yuan has left on you.

Wandering eyes follow you everywhere you go, quaint whispers have become a daily occurrence for you as the entirety of the Lofu knows who you lover is. Some praise and envy your position as The General is known to be handsome, kind and strong. They secretly spit at you and curse your very existence, nasty jealousy rotting them to their core as you march on like a solider to war, aimless and uncertain.

There is also of course the opposite end of the spectrum - adoring fans who just gush about your so called relationship with the dashing general. Hours are wasted scrolling away on your phone as you browse through the endless sea of lovey dovey articles, pictures taken you weren't even aware of that existed, and a plethora of other things you could even bother to remember.

All he needed to do was to just give you a nice golden collar to seal the deal. At least that would be the more obvious way of him trying to brand you as his own sweetheart.

He had his own little secret though. A velvet box was kept hidden away in his desk, ready to be opened on a special occasion.

Depending on how you got on with the general in the future, the little thing in the box was either going to make you the happiest person in the world or, he really would finally shackle you with gold.

❥ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 !

Sunday, ever the gentleman, would try to remain subtle about his feelings towards you in public. There are just some things that you do not do, nor share with the outside world.

This is a rule he always tells you to follow.

Still, all he needs to do is to speak. Honeyed words fall from his lips like candy, always so sweet, so addictive, so passionate. Even a man like Sunday, who is known for keeping his cool, cannot hide his infatuation with you. He rambles and rambles, sometimes even losing himself in his thoughts as he sings his praises for you, like the lovesick fool that he is.

Sunday likes to think that he is being cool, suave, but he is literally anything but.

Sometimes, he gets a little too carried away. Sometimes, his darker desires get the better of him, which can set you off a little. He's always so sweet and apologetic whenever he upsets you...

Please, he says through gritted teeth.

Don't mind my ramblings. They don't mean anything. Truly, they do not.

Disregard those pleas entirely as they are nothing but hollow. All one needs to do is to look into his crazed eyes, and that is where you will find out just how true everything he's saying really is.

❥ 𝐉𝐈𝐀𝐎𝐐𝐈𝐔 !

This sly fox has such a hard time keeping his hands to himself... In all honesty, can you even blame him? Whenever he sneaks up on you, Jiaoqiu cannot help but to place his hands literally anywhere on your soft body and he is not shy about showing his true feelings.

Bearing his pearly white fangs, Jiaoqiu likes to bite from time to time.

The desire to do so is further enhanced with every sweet noise you make. Now now, don't cover your mouth, be nice! Every squeal, sigh, groan, even scream are so precious to him... Don't deny him the pleasure of not being able to listen to you.

It's very cruel of you, he says with a pout.

In the cover of night, he likes to trace the markings he left on you with his tongue, maybe even adding even more marks in the process. If you bleed a little, it's all fine and dandy.

You always taste sweet to him.

And the thought of other people being able to see the red bruises which bloom into hideous purple in green bruises on your neck... My goodness, he thinks to himself.

He could just devour you whole.

[unboundprompts]

Hello! Can you help me and/or give me examples of how to write a pre-teen? Specifically a slightly mature for their age but still socially-awkward, selfless, empathetic, extroverted 10-year-old

How to Write a Pre-Teen

Voice and Language

Simple but specific vocabulary: Pre-teens might not use very complex words, but they often know and throw in some “big words” they’ve recently learned or mimic words they hear adults use. Don’t overdo it, though—they’ll often misapply or half-understand these terms, which can create natural, humorous moments.

“It’s totally, like, a catastrophe that I forgot my project.”

Expressive dialogue: Pre-teens are enthusiastic and often exaggerate. They can also shift quickly between emotions, from excitement to frustration.

“That was the best movie ever!” might turn into “Actually, I mean, it was kinda boring in some parts, but, you know, overall…”

Thoughtful yet blunt: Kids this age often haven’t fully learned the “filters” adults use. They can be direct and say things that are surprisingly insightful or unexpectedly honest.

Thoughts and Perspective

Developing identity and opinions: They’re beginning to form their own beliefs but still echo the views of family, teachers, or friends.

“Mom says people should never lie, but I wonder if little lies are okay if they help people feel better…”

Questioning and introspective moments: Pre-teens are curious about life, relationships, and “big ideas.” They may ask questions, but sometimes keep their deep thoughts to themselves, exploring them internally.

“If friends are supposed to be there for each other, why do I feel alone even when they’re around?”

Struggle with abstract concepts: At this age, they’re just beginning to understand abstract ideas like justice or friendship but often approach them in straightforward, literal ways.

Behavior and Actions

Impulsivity and energy: They might shift quickly between activities and emotions, getting distracted or excited without much control over it. They may also blurt out ideas or act before thinking, especially if they’re extroverted.

For instance, a character might immediately jump up to help someone even if they aren’t sure what to do, or they might “borrow” something without fully considering the consequences.

Physical awkwardness: Pre-teens can be a bit clumsy as they’re still growing into their bodies. This can lead to endearing, awkward moments.

They might knock something over, trip over their own feet, or feel self-conscious in ways that show they’re still figuring themselves out physically as well as socially.

Friendships and Social Dynamics

Navigating social rules: Pre-teens are very aware of social “rules” but may not fully understand them. This is an age when they care a lot about what their friends think, but they’re also just beginning to question these dynamics.

A pre-teen might want to befriend the “cool” kids but feel conflicted when they realize their values don’t align. Or they may try too hard to impress friends and feel self-conscious afterward.

Conflicted loyalties: Friendships are often intense at this age, and they might struggle with conflicting feelings if friends argue or if they feel left out.

“I really like hanging out with Sarah, but I know Emma doesn’t. Maybe if I can make them both laugh, we could all just… get along?”

Small gestures: Pre-teens often show they care in understated ways, like sharing snacks, giving a small gift, or cheering someone up when they’re down. For a socially-awkward pre-teen, these gestures may come out clumsy but sweet.

Insecurity and Self-Awareness

Self-consciousness mixed with bravery: Pre-teens often fluctuate between trying to fit in and wanting to stand out. They might do something brave but then doubt themselves or quickly retreat if things don’t go as planned.

For instance, a character might volunteer to speak in front of the class only to feel panicked once they’re in the spotlight.

Hyper-awareness of themselves and others: They’re beginning to notice how others perceive them and may get flustered easily or worry about little things, like if their clothes look okay or if they sounded silly.

“I shouldn’t have laughed like that… I bet everyone thought I sounded so weird.”

Joking as a defense: Pre-teens often use humor to cope, covering up their awkwardness or discomfort by making jokes.

Reactions to Conflict and Emotion

Quick emotional shifts: They might go from laughing to frustrated to embarrassed in just a few minutes. They feel emotions intensely and may have outbursts or react strongly to things adults might dismiss as minor.

Heroic ideals vs. real-world disappointments: Many pre-teens have an idealized view of right and wrong, fairness, and heroism, and they may be disappointed when things don’t align with these ideals. They’re just starting to understand that people aren’t all good or all bad.

“I don’t get it… why would she lie about something like that? Friends are supposed to be honest!”