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As a life update, I have not abandoned writing!! Between fun summer travel and then two back to back surgeries for my poor puppy (15 month old, but he's still Baby), it's been a wild and unexpected few months. Work's also gearing up with changes all around, so while it's exciting, it's been zapping my time and brainpower-- and coffee writing hours 😭
Here's my current slate of WIPs for any and all interested:
LotR: Thorin WIP (sequel to Want for Nothing by request!)
LotR: Thorin WIP // some lovely storm comfort with our King~
LotR: Fili one-shot // my first for him that I'd love to make a full one shot!
Star Wars: Boba Fett // one shot that I might make a lil series? Techy Reader and delicious Daimyo!BoBF era Boba ❤️🔥
Star Wars: Paz Viszla (sequel to Just be Gentle by request; perhaps taking relationship to next level-- goobs of sweetness) + maybe it's sequel?...
Star Wars: (2) Din Djarin stories that are mostly complete! Just gotta format, land the plane, and make pretty for Tumblr 🤩
LoZ: one shots, bc Tears of the Kingdom got me in my Hyrule Brainrot Era... So many thots, so little time~~
My Star Wars content tends to do the best here and on Ao3... But I have loads of ideas so that there's something for everyone!! I hope to share more fandom goodness with y'all soon... Major kudos to my Discord family (y'all mean the world to me) for being so supportive -here, and on the interwebs- and for loving me through this unintended hiatus! I have so much reading, replying and reblogging to do...
Perhaps if I take a pure PTO day, I can catch up on everything!
Pic of my sweet puppy for good vibes-
I know there’s other posts out there but I wanted to make a comprehensive post about being completely inclusive when writing reader inserts. Everyone has their own perspective and ideas so I wanted to share my thoughts and tips that I use myself when I’m writing. Of course I most likely forgot things as well so feel free to add on if you think of something I missed and I’ll add it to the list here!
Quicke note before we get to it: if you spot something on this list that you’ve done before, don’t beat yourself up about it. We all slip up and make mistakes. Just learn from it and keep it in mind for the future! As readers, we understand that it’s near impossible to include every single individual that could possibly read your work, but the point is to be as inclusive as possible with your writing.
Under a cut for length and to make sure you always see the most updated list when you click on it! Reblogs are very much appreciated too, especially if you’re a writer so we can all learn and grow and be better!
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Labeling your reader (a guide to terminology)
Gender neutral (gn)- no pronouns, no gendered nicknames, no mentions of genitals
Assigned female at birth (afab)- no pronouns, no gendered nicknames, reader usually has a vagina
Assigned male at birth (amab)- no pronouns, no gendered nicknames, reader usually has a penis
Female/fem/f- she/her pronouns, traditionally femme nicknames, reader usually has a vagina
Male/m- he/him pronouns, traditionally masc nicknames, reader usually has a penis
Non-binary (nb)- usually they/them pronouns, reader can have either a vagina or a penis
Quick note: terminology changes often and as far as I know this is the most up to date on being inclusive with labeling readers. If it changes or if anyone has suggestions I’ll update this.
If you do want to assign your reader character some type of label, please tag it appropriately. Lots of poc writers like to write black, Latine, Asian, etc readers for example. Or other examples are plus size reader, short reader, tall reader, nerdy reader, shy reader, sporty reader, etc.
Don’t be afraid to write a trans character too! Trans characters can have either the opposite genitalia from their birth assignment or the same, everyone is different! There’s a big lack in trans reader representation!
Please note too that just because reader is labeled one way does not necessarily mean they are cisgender. People can be non-binary and use she/her or he/him pronouns. There’s no need to label your reader as cis at all
And please don’t label your readers' sexuality as straight. Bi/pan/demi/queer people can be attracted to a male character but that does not mean they are exclusively into men. It alienates queer readers.
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Inclusive with skin tones
Please do not use “blush” or “flush” or anything like that! I know that’s one of the top issues when being inclusive with skin tones. Instead, try something like “you felt your skin heat up” or “your palms felt sweaty” or “you felt flustered.” Focus more on the emotions and what reader is feeling or thinking or physically reacting rather than saying reader blushed.
Be careful when describing bruises or injuries. Not all bruises get bright red for example. Instead, try mentioning blood stain, swelling, or just use “discolored” or “beat up” or something like that.
Not everyone’s skin turns red when slapped so just avoid “your skin reddened” altogether.
Not everyone has pink nipples, just skip describing the color altogether
Or pink lips. Again just skip the color description
While all skin is able to get burned, not everyone’s skin turns red/pink from being in the sun. Instead use more feeling descriptors like “your skin felt hot from the sun” or even describing peeling would be ok.
Don’t say that reader looks like an established character.
“Knuckles turned white” doesn’t happen with everyone so just leave it out. Focus more on muscles straining or something instead.
Avoid the phrase “you look white as a ghost” when referring to reader.
If you want to mention makeup, just leave it general and don’t specify colors or shades or anything like that. Not all shades show up the same on all skin tones.
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Inclusive with hair
Not everyone can run their fingers through their hair. Textured/curly hair gets caught or someone may not have hair long enough (or any hair) to run their fingers through.
Instead, try something like “fiddled with your fingers/ear/clothes”
Not everyone has hair long enough to tie up/back so it’s best to just not mention it at all. Your reader can just imagine how they want their hair for the scene.
If you want a more formal look, just “you styled yourself nicely” something like that is enough.
Some people enjoy hair pulling in sex, some don’t. Hair touching can be very upsetting for some people, especially people of color. If you want to include it, just make sure to add it in the tags/warnings so readers are aware before they get into it
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Inclusive with language
Please don’t assume your reader doesn’t speak Spanish! (This is aimed mostly at those who write Latino characters because I see this a lot)
If a character is speaking Spanish, you can either use italics to indicate the language change or provide a translation right there. Avoid adding “you didn’t understand” with that.
Instead you can use something like “you didn’t hear” so your reader can interpret for themselves if it’s because they don’t understand or they simply didn’t hear.
Or use phrases like “he said X in Spanish” for either praises, curses, etc. it leaves it more open for all readers.
I know it’s tempting but please don’t use google translate to write in another language. It’s fine or a word or a phrase but when it goes into full sentences then it gets a little funky. Try consulting with a native speaker if you can!
When writing in Spanish, please note that n and ñ are not interchangeable!
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Inclusive with body shape and size
Don’t assume your reader is thin or short and the character can easily pick them up or toss them around. If you want to specify a short reader, please tag it.
Also the opposite: done assume reader is taller than a character too!
If you want character to pick up reader, please include it in your warnings.
Limbs generally don’t weigh as much so something like “he hiked you leg over his shoulder” while laying down is more inclusive (I’m short and can pick up limbs from my clients at my day job so trust me your leg itself doesn’t weigh a lot)
Avoid “you got up on your tiptoes to kiss him” because not everyone is short. Instead just say “leaned over/in to kiss” or “angled yourself to kiss” something more generalized
Usually describing a hug/holding reader/cuddling is fine but don’t get overly specific on how much a character is able to wrap their arms around the reader and fit their arms fully around reader. Writing a tight embrace or an engulfing hug should still be fine since it can be a show of emotions.
Wearing a characters clothes. Not everyone can fit their fav’s size and not everyone will “drown in his shirt.”
Again the opposite is true too: not everyone has curves or thick thighs or big breasts or a big ass. Plus size and curvy readers are important to write too since representation is lacking, but just be sure to tag it properly!
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Inclusive with background in general
Be careful when describing readers family because that can be hard for some readers. Not everyone has a good relationship with their family. Yes sometimes a backstory is needed for plot and people can pretend for the sake of the story. Just be sure to include in your warnings for the story, especially if it’s either a really good or really bad relationship.
If you’re making up family members for reader, be it siblings or kids, try to be aware of what their names are. Typically white names won’t fit every background so just be aware of that. Or try just using nicknames instead!
Religion. Just don’t mention it at all.
Around the holidays especially, Christmas fics are very popular but please be aware that not everyone celebrates the same holidays! Be sure to tag and warn for any holidays that they could be celebrating. And please don’t write Jewish characters celebrating Christmas.
Don’t make your reader biologically related to a white character. If you absolutely want to, there’s options like step family, adopted, childhood friends that are closer than family, etc.
Reader’s job is usually something you have more leeway with but just be sure to tag it appropriately. Disabled readers for example can’t always imagine themselves in certain jobs so it’s just something to keep in mind.
When creating a backstory for reader, try to think outside your own experience and make sure it’s not something that poc readers can’t relate to or wouldn’t have had the same experience from.
This one is more aimed at Americans but please remember that not everyone reading lives in the US. Sometimes yes, a setting is necessary, but please be open to the fact that people from all over the world read fics.
There’s really no need to give your reader an age as it can alienate a lot of readers. Sometimes it can be inferred through context but I find that outright giving reader a specific age is very excluding. There are plenty of people in fandom who are not in their 20s so please don’t assume everyone reading is. And it sends a message to anyone in their 30s or older that they don’t belong when every other fic is a very young reader character. Obviously don’t write smut about minors too but that should go without saying.
If you’re at the point where your reader has a name, it’s no longer a reader insert but an original character. Nicknames or code names are totally fine, but please don’t give reader a name.
And if you are writing an oc, please keep it out of the reader tag. Use the oc tags.
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Inclusive with art and moodboards
Please include poc when making moodboards for your fics!! I know from personal experience it can be hard to find the right pic you want, but I promise with some digging it’s possible.
Follow models of color pages here on tumblr, there’s unsplash, Pinterest (I know it’s not the best site but I have found a lot of poc pics there) and other sites too. Curate pictures to save for later when you can!
When it comes to art for reader insert fics, please don’t default to a white woman all the time. It’s disheartening to see white women used for “reader” in 90% of art or more. It makes poc feel like they aren’t welcome and that it isn’t meant for us. My personal opinion is that reader should be just a shadowy figure or outline or something vague like that. Or use a few different body types and skin tones.
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General inclusive tips
These aren't specific to skin tone or anything but rather little things that can help your reader feel more immersed in your story in general. I know some writers have a specific image in mind when writing but these are little things I’ve noticed that can knock the fantasy out for me so I wanted to share some thoughts and pointers. These are lower pressure points and not as big a deal but I did want to include them anyway.
Instead of specifying food or drink, write something like “your favorite (whatever)” or don’t even mention what they make or eat. Just say they made something or they ate something, your readers can fill in for themselves that’s on the plate
If a character buys reader flowers or something, don’t specify the flower. Either leave it vague or use “your favorite flowers”
Instead of a specific outfit, leave it vague or don’t mention at all. Sometimes a certain kind of outfit is required for situations (like a formal event or ball or something), but even then you can use something like “a gown in your favorite color” or “a formal outfit that flattered you well.”
Adding on with the clothing point: please tag if you’re describing clothing in a fantasy type setting. While clothing itself has no gender, sometimes trans and nb people can get hit with dysphoria if you’ve got reader wearing a skirt or something like it with no warning. Either just leave it out, leave it vague, or warn for it!
In the case of an AU or a fantasy setting you have more wiggle room with clothing but still try to leave it more vague if possible.
Same with shoes. Not everyone likes/can wear heels so keep that in mind
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To wrap up, please be aware when writing your reader inserts. It’ll get easier with practice the more you consciously do it! And please listen to poc writers/readers when we ask for inclusivity! And support writers of color too! Thank you for reading and taking it all in because I know this was a lot!
Ship Dynamics
Tall and gentle x Tiny and vicious
Overly ambitious x Not ambitious at all
Competitive x Competitive
Grumpy x Sunshine
Very affectionate x Doesn't like showing their affection
Touchy-feely x Not the most comfortable with touching
Book smart × Street smart
Cat person x Dog person
Extrovert x Introvert
Silly x Always serious
Troublemaker x Goody two-shoes
Super flirty x Very stoic in their affections
Naiv x Always suspicious of people
Dumbass × Dumbass
Life of the party x Wants to stay home
Very flirty x Gets so flustered
Protective x Completely reckless
Super optimistic x Pessimistic
Very competitive x Just happy to be here
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There is nothing more precious to me as a writer than the comments left on AO3. Whenever I get that email notification, I wonder what kind of comment was left. To have a little fun, I'm going to sort the typical comments into a few different categories and share my reactions to them as a writer.
If you feel I missed a comment type, please let me know. I'm curious to learn what other classifications you think exist (positive comment types only please - let's not make this negative). Also, if you wanted to tag yourself, I'd love you know what type of commenter you think you are.
The Polite Conversationalist - Your comment confirms that you read and enjoyed the fic or chapter. You offer praise for the author's efforts and encouragement for them to continue. - If this is you, please know that I'm imagining us holding a book club together. I brought us snacks.
The All Caps Reaction - You left the most unhinged comment. - You were screaming as you read it? I was screaming as I wrote it. Let's be friends.
The How Dare You - The angst is real. And painful. And I'm sorry but the story needed it. - This is a compliment of the highest order and I'm so glad you left it.
The Conspiracy Theorist - You are so invested that you are trying to figure out what comes next. - I'm so excited to read your ideas. They let me know the story tracks for you. And I'm either smiling because you guessed right and I'm excited for you to read what comes next, or I'm grinning because I know the plot twist is going to blow your mind.
The Catch-Up - You haven't commented in a while and are letting me know you are catching up. - I'm so glad you are back! I missed you. I know life gets busy and it means a lot to me that you took the time to read my story.
The Giggle - You laughed at my jokes and let me know. - Did we just become best friends? I'm already making you a bracelet.
The Callout - You found my favorite line in the chapter or fic. - I love you so much. You just made my day, my week, my month. Seriously, all the love for the reader. xoxo
GET YOUR BODY OUT OF SURVIVAL MODE SO YOU CAN CREATE FROM YOUR HEART
REBLOG if you have amazing, talented WRITER friends.
Because I certainly do, and I love every single one of them and their work.
I'm a simple girl. Do I have four longfics in the works? Yes. Do they need to always smooch? No. ....but sometimes I just wanna write smooches.
Me having to write plot when I just want to write smooches:
Babe, listen
Your fic isn’t a flop, it’s a cult classic. Only the coolest freaks like it, don’t worry about it, it’s great.
Ayeeeee~~
I've only got about 12, BUT STILL
its just me and my 74 unfinished WIPs against the fucking world
I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years
It's always
"When will fanfic writers update their stories?"
And never
"Does this fanfic writer have adequate enrichment to engage in writing behaviours?"
Fanfiction writers (Scriptor fictus) are intelligent animals who need plenty of enrichment as well as encouragement! If they're stuck in poor conditions (e.g. have studies, work, have to actually write to have something written) then they require the proper enrichment to engage in more healthy behaviours, like writing. Remember, due to poor breeding and socialisation, over half of all fanfic writers suffer from low self confidence and executive dysfunction so take care of them!
Give your fanfic writers proper care. Fanfiction writers are a life long commitment.
The symbolism of flowers
Flowers have a long history of symbolism that you can incorporate into your writing to give subtext.
Symbolism varies between cultures and customs, and these particular examples come from Victorian Era Britain. You'll find examples of this symbolism in many well-known novels of the era!
Amaryllis: Pride
Black-eyed Susan: Justice
Bluebell: Humility
Calla Lily: Beauty
Pink Camellia: Longing
Carnations: Female love
Yellow Carnation: Rejection
Clematis: Mental beauty
Columbine: Foolishness
Cyclamen: Resignation
Daffodil: Unrivalled love
Daisy: Innocence, loyalty
Forget-me-not: True love
Gardenia: Secret love
Geranium: Folly, stupidity
Gladiolus: Integrity, strength
Hibiscus: Delicate beauty
Honeysuckle: Bonds of love
Blue Hyacinth: Constancy
Hydrangea: Frigid, heartless
Iris: Faith, trust, wisdom
White Jasmine: Amiability
Lavender: Distrust
Lilac: Joy of youth
White Lily: Purity
Orange Lily: Hatred
Tiger Lily: Wealth, pride
Lily-of-the-valley: Sweetness, humility
Lotus: Enlightenment, rebirth
Magnolia: Nobility
Marigold: Grief, jealousy
Morning Glory: Affection
Nasturtium: Patriotism, conquest
Pansy: Thoughtfulness
Peony: Bashfulness, shame
Poppy: Consolation
Red Rose: Love
Yellow Rose: Jealously, infidelity
Snapdragon: Deception, grace
Sunflower: Adoration
Sweet Willian: Gallantry
Red Tulip: Passion
Violet: Watchfulness, modesty
Yarrow: Everlasting love
Zinnia: Absent, affection
Fanfiction is not "Eww... fanfiction".
Fanfiction is comfort after a long day. Fanfiction is hope when things aren't going so well. Fanfiction is exploring your emotions and sexuality in a safe place. Fanfiction is reaching out into a universe to discover things you never knew before. Fanfiction is discovering things about yourself that you were unsure of. Fanfiction is going on adventures. Fanfiction is walking when maybe you cannot. Fanfiction is standing up for yourself when it's hard to do in real life. Fanfiction is having the family you never had, the friends you always wanted, the love and affection you deserve. Fanfiction is letting out your frustrations and anger in a safe place. Fanfiction helps people. Readers and Writers alike.
Fanfiction is not "lesser writing".
Fanfiction is 100k stories about two dudes in a shiny black car. Fanfiction is 47 chapter epic tales about dragons and magic. Fanfiction is short stories that evoke such emotions that leave you crying for hours. Fanfiction is incredible prose that lingers in your mind for years to come.
Fanfiction is not shameful. It is not worthless. It is not just some silly thing kids do.
Fanfiction is beautiful art and no one can take that away from you. If they try, just write them into your next story and beat the hell out of them.
Me waking up: I want to write
Me eating breakfast: I want to write
Me getting ready for work: I want to write
Me at work: I want to write
Me eating lunch: I want to write
Me driving home: I want to write
Me at home, sitting in front of my laptop:
Thank you @justanotherhawksfangirl and everyone who got me to 250 reblogs!
Your love for my little stories has been overwhelming, and I'm having the best time reading and writing for YOU!
Flip of a Switch
((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work or this splendid art))
Pairing: Hawks x reader (fem!reader)
Words: 3.4k
Rating: M, 18+ (put down the spicy chicken bucket, baby birds)
Warnings: NSFW, oral (m receiving), fingering, praise, slight!overstim, est. relationship, sweet dirty talk, marking, Hawks / Reader are SWITCHES, porn w feelings, where we're going we don't need plot
Summary:
Any chance he gets, Hawks is going to be bounding into your apartment, ripping off his shirt and ready to spoil and be spoiled by your loving hands when he has a free afternoon or a rare night off the patrol circuit. His 'issued residence' is hardly a zen getaway for him, but your home is. Pleasing and pleasuring your beloved Pro Hero is the least of your worries. It's playing with yourself that's the hard part, so opening up your bedroom to your Keigo to let him try his hand at it is still a touch-and-go battle. But it's your playtime, too, and he's set on making you feel as sexy as you look.
A/N: It's smut hours, yall, and pretty bird is up next. Thank you all for the comments and love, hope you like this one!
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"Stop," Hawks breathes out fast, "Stopstopstop…"
With a rough hand, your personal Pro Hero forces you to listen: he smooths over your hair to get your attention along his hip, and cupped your chin with a lift to keep it up and away from temptation.
Looking up all too innocently, your small voice cracks from… lack of use.
"Wass'matter?"
You swallow some residual ‘excitement’ from the corner of your mouth with a flirty tongue. Hawks's pupils are blown.
"Bad idea. Fuck... You're too good at that." He smirked, reining himself in.
"Mmm, thank you~" you laid down along his abs, mindful of the pulsing just below you, in between your breasts. Rocking back and forth under the excuse of 'getting comfortable' only got a rise out of Hawks more– your beloved companion inhales a cleansing breath to steady himself.
"And here I thought you had those pesky confidence issues, lovedove…"
"I did, a little." You pressed a little kiss and a twiddle of fingers along his sides, "But m'better now, thanks to you-"
Those fingers press and press towards his back, and the thought just crosses your mind…
Hawks clutches a wrist almost instantly- frowning hard to hide his near outburst.
Eyes flickering between Hawks’s face and his squeezing hand, you narrowed your set stare.
"... Are you ticklish?"
"No."
"You're lying."
"My wings aren't ticklish. Common misconcep’shn."
"Oh." you hushed. "So you won't make a fuss I do this..."
"Okay now, don't you gooo-ooh-woah, HEY!!"
Hawks rose up with laughter as you gave him a mighty ‘ole raspberry on his taut stomach.
Happy Keigo is your favorite Keigo.
The bark of his involuntary giggles echo for a passing beat in your perfect, cozy room, cascading into low chuckles as you sought out his sides -close to where his winglets are pinned down– to tickle him further.
The cuteness aggression on both your parts died down as he continued to cry uncle, so you eased up with the sweetest realization: this was probably the first time you recalled having so much pleasure and fun in bed. What a combination…
"You absolute brat!" Hawks rasps incredulously and pins you back towards the foot of the bed. This puts you squarely out of the covers to force your little squirming self against the cold- bringing out your subsequent pout. No amount of bargaining will help you now, "Oh no~ you don't get to hide. You asked for this."
And he copies your razz, causing you to burst out in high, carousing squeals- after which you immediately slap a hand over your mouth.
Surprised by yourself, you had to mute the sudden noise with a panicked look at the door.
Hawks hummed, disapproving.
"Look who's being loud now. Whatever would the Hikamotos say?"
The game of teasing only brought out your competitive nature. Your dear old neighbors hold no weight over you, but you weren't about to spark their wrath at you for being too loud again.
You winked and teased your lip, "What they don’t know won’t hurt them."
"That so?" Hawks' eyes sparkled in the low light. "Then I have your permission to make you scream another way…?"
That made you stiffen- in all good humor, but aware of the sinful look in Hawks' dilated sights, you knew this wasn't a bluff. It's a promise.
"Okay, wait, no-- they'd definitely suspect something then!"
"Since when do you care what the old coots across the hall think?" Hawks countered, a jealous twang slipping into his words.
"Since I’m the one who has to deal with them whenever you're gone. And PopPop asks me -often- about my love life, and what I think about those heroes I'm always hanging out with. Pretty hard act to play, when I have to be cool even though I'm thirsting after your ev-.. ev’ry move, while you're.. y’know..not here."
Your words were slowing off your tongue as Hawks' wandering hands skimmed over your skin- one heading up your body to cradle your head, the other snaking down and swatting back the bunched-up covers to give him space.
"Yeah? And what're you going to tell the poor geezer now, hm?"
You smiled suggestively, but the sensations thrumming through your bones now send you reeling- knowing what was coming next, and already feeling the nerves push back up your gut.
Hawks' gaze flickered down as a hint. A whisper on his lips instructs you to 'open your legs a bit', very easy going.
Letting your thighs go lax, you busy your hands by tugging his upper body down close so you could reach his hair- something, anything to hold onto, to touch him gently enough so he'd show you mercy.
He says it's his favorite way to unwind, being at home with you. Fierce Wings shed all over your room in batches, stripped down in next to nothing himself, unencumbered by teeming fans and villains alike– your boyfriend lights up at the idea when you offer your own cleared schedule to spend it with him.
Within minutes of texting a particularly alluring selfie his way, Hawks is bounding into your apartment, ripping off his shirt and ready to spoil and be spoiled by your loving hands anytime he gets a free afternoon or a rare night off the patrol circuit. His apartment -while calm and aesthetically pleasing in its simpleness- is an ‘issued residence’, and reminds him of his commitments to work and thus far from his ideal zen getaway.
But making him feel good is the least of your reservations. It didn't take you longer than an episode of a kid’s cartoon to make him lose his mind and start begging to cum.
It's playing with yourself that's the hard part, so opening up your bedroom to Hawks to let him try his hand at it was still a touch-and-go battle.
You knew full well you were in the best care with him, knew it in your head and heart– but the flare of insecurity would not leave you alone when you're with him like this. Your entire waistline will tremble on its own, your spine will go stock still, and your legs are unable to really go weightless unless he’s telling you step by step to do so.
But he makes it really convincing, bat of his eyes and all. He's never once rushed you or made a jab about how long you take to unwind. This is your playtime, too; where he can see past your flirty shell that's obviously attracted to him, but needs a little encouragement to turn sensual. He'd offer you the moon if he could- whatever would make you feel as sexy as you look.
Seems that simply watching you does it enough for him, at least… hence why he had to forcibly remove you from his lap to avoid releasing too soon.
"So?” Hawks croons down to you, “You were going tell him..~?"
"That I-- uh..." you raked along his skull to feel grounded.
Gone are the featherlight and soft touches. Hawks is on a massaging mission. Memorizing you by way of warmed skin and the stuttering breaths of almost kisses.
"You–?”
You squirm, brow furrowed.
“I– I can get the- uhm-”
“No…” the twist of your body is halted by his palm on your hip. Shaking his head at your suggestion of a toy to speed things along, he presses a chaste kiss to your nose, “no rushin’. Gonna try this the old-fashioned way.”
You flare with heat up your neck.
“Old-fashioned way?”
“Mhm~ Lovin’ touchin’ squeezin’, mama.”
He's honestly getting a bit creative in a way you haven't felt before. Rather than dip into where he knows you’ll be wet and stuff you full, he's mapping the entire area with expert touch, until he happens upon the nub of you that takes his full, thorough attention.
Once he's got it, Hawks' rubbing grew distracting, very quickly.
It's a good spot– the spot.
It's just little circles, why does this feel like it's numbing me straight to my brain…
Dammit, those teasing looks. You moaned, shutting your eyes to focus down.
Your brain traipsed nearer and nearer to a fuzzy state, as was each word pushed out with lidded eyes: cast to him for an answer.
"I-- mmmm.. What the hell you doing, and why'sitfeelsogood?..."
Hawks drank them in and studied you with a proud but soft expression, watching you slip closer and closer to what he wanted. With bated breath, he nosed close to your ear,
"Gonna make you cum, sweet thing." Hawks cooed ever so lovingly. "Gonna go nice and slow~ just relax for me, deal?"
“B-but you haven't even-”
“I know~” kisses start getting littered on your neck, “I know, but I'm easy, babe. Wanna get you warmed up a bit, too. Only fair to my lady with that pretty, pretty mouth of hers, y'know? I hafta make things even~”
A broken hum in the affirmative, you give in and sink towards his neck and let him touch.
“I– it's… it's not as easy for me, though… might take a while, n’ you shouldn’t hafta wait so long.. I don’t- know if I can…”
You’re never short on reactive noises, but your shyness overtook when the warm fluttering waves dominated your focus. It was too much and not enough; and between Hawks’ ministrations and his words, you had a hard time pinning your thoughts down on anything at all.
“We don't have a timeline, sweet’eart,” your loving boyfriend nuzzles you, “s’just you and me here. Lemme love on you a little, hm?”
That voice of his- low and rolling, like he uses to talk to his higher ups in order to get away with his charming bullshit- was doing something powerful to you now.
"You sound amazing like this. All let loose and open for me?” Hawks lays on the praise thick, “Oh, I could listen to you all day and night. Just might do that.. mmm, feels good to touch you like this, too."
Fuck, Keigo.
"Wanted to, for the longest time.. wanted to feel how much you missed me, if you miss me as much as I miss you... I want to listen to you breathe, like we did before. Hear you sing your own little birdie-songs, and just let everything else fade away.. wanna feel you around me and just let that heat take over -fuck, you're so wet, aren't you…”
Fuck, Keigo…
“Wanted… to lay you back down on that sofa in my office that first day you said you'd come n’ meet me for lunch. Almost kept you all’to myself. Even after fighting every fuckin’ thing in sight between here to Tokyo, filthy as sin- I wanted you, even then..."
He’s kissing down your torso now, speaking this lovesick poetry straight to your core.
To his retreating warmth, you grasped along his arm for his hand until you connected.
"Didn't fucking matter though, did it sweet’eart? You had my whole heart in a chokehold, I know that now– but God was I such a damned idiot for waitin’ so long. All I wanted was to tell you how much I loved you... N’tell you everything I do, and how I do it. All the stories you want– they're yours. Knowing I have you to come back to... To come home to..."
Next to bursting, your breaths came sharp and painfully arousing.
"Keigo~~"
Ever the enticing hero, Hawks slunk down on his belly -ear to your abdomen- speaking right to you. Granting you the sweetest words he can muster in the gentlest voice- you feel closer than ever to the man claiming he's always been yours.
"M’never letting 'nother day go by…” Hawks praised you with needy fingers still dancing around your folds, “Gonna swear to you, every single chance I get: how much I want you... adore you.. how much I fucking love you."
"Fuck, Keigo~~!"
Your back tipped off the bed and suddenly, you felt attacked by the strangest surge of need that you gripped his wrist still; willing it to.. not stop- pull away? Or pull nearer?
He peeks up to you again with a devilish smirk. Popping up with a passionate lift of his wing’s assist, Hawks grumbles teases against your neck,
"Bout to fly off into the clouds, are we?"
You whined beautifully; or at least, you think he'd say so. Through your head swims, swirling in all of his confessions of one-sided pining, you tried to beg for the unknown:
Things feel tight, and achey.
"Wai-- Kei, I can’t-"
"Yes, you can," Hawks pressed into your neck and sped up his hand, "Yes you can, sweet thing. Let go, you're so close."
Breath was hard to come by. Little nosies grew high and light in your moans, and you're clutching at Hawks to come back up to you, seeking his protection and his warmth- higher and higher as your impending, ultimate high dangled mysteriously in front of you.
But no, he's back onto his belly with nothing but kisses to your midsection and some open mouthed nibbles at your skin on his way.
Honestly, you had no real clue how this could happen with what he was doing, how he moved so expertly and pinpointed this edge of pleasure and agony for you with amazing precision- all by some fanciful words.
This was different from any encounter you've had before. You think you know why, too, since it was apart of your draw to him in the first place-
You are stuck on his voice. His mind. His inner man under all the showmanship. It all comes out through a honey-sweet tone that means every secret he spills is true. And he knows that'll strike to the core of you; you're a wordsmith, after all. He turns poetic, because he knows that will resonate with your artistic heart.
It's working, because you’re pulsing everywhere and need him so badly-
"Shit, Keigohoney, please!!" you begged- near tears- cupping his strong neck and looking for his assurance and safety.
–only said object of your affections is too into this, and aims to please and tease your way through to finishing.
“What's that, baby? Whaddyou need?”
“I-I wan’ you, ughhh…”
Those needs melted into moans the more you feel him pet and stroke.
Your darling boy simply smiles and kisses you tender and quick against those trembling lips.
"I got you," Hawks rasped, his tone becoming urgent and coaxing, excitement lighting his eyes and nodding along with you as you convinced yourself:
…this was new, but going to be oh-so worth it, just like he said- how he promised-
Hawks bobs his head while he picks up the speed of his fingers on your clit,
"You're gonna come for me, yeah? Gonna come hard and fast and you're gonna love every second of it, c'mon-- I got you, I'm right here."
You begged in half-whimpers.
‘I'm right here,’ the bed seems to agree- currently being rutted against by Hawks’ more hybrid tendencies, with you in between:
"You're gonna feel so good. You don't need to beg… there's nothing but all the time in the world, nothing but this room, this bed. Nothin’ but your Keigo. Just you and me here."
Your very heart rose to the surface, slurring your words,
“Love you-…”
"Mm. I hear how much you love me," his moan into your ear to ramp up your pleasure, and make you cry out, “N’ I love you, too, little dove.”
He's caressing you even faster, but equally as light. It's not a push, but a thrum of constant pressure.
"My girl’s almost ready to cum, isn't she?"
"FUCK yes!" you moaned at the change of pace. You're a panting mess and embarrassed by it– but he's so excited to see it.
Chancing a look at him, Hawks is a man starved. Just touching you alone, he's heaving big breaths.
"That feels good, huh?” Hawks growls- nearing feral, “Gonna be even better with my cock inside you."
It's the key to unlock your next cry.
"GODS, fuck me now!!"
"Not. Yet.”
Hawks tips your chin up with a possessive hold on your neck. His palm -gloveless since this began- cradles you from underneath, bringing your gaze to his fire-lit eyes.
“You go first. Then I'll fuck right into you, just like you want. You cum first for me, yeah? You gonna cum?"
"Yes~" you begged, breathless and in a trance under him, "Yes yes, please, I'll co-- ahh, I'm- ah.."
Hawks with his controlled strength squeezed his hand ever so gently, craning your head up and up, grinding with your leg in perfect rhythm with his hand's curl.
"That's it-- there you go, c'mon. C'mon."
Hawks spat his passions again and again, delicious in its roughness.
Then, you finally sobbed until it silenced you–
You’re jumping up against the weight slotted to you -his weight- but immediately stilled by Hawks' hard kisses over the column of your throat: kisses adorned with canines that bite when you start to shake through your pleasure.
Ultimate relief gushed out of you while you twitched and crashed against him, riding out his hand to your body's high.
As the shocks spilled over, you're gasping- eyes wide open.
Then as quick as it came, your entire body gave up its ghost; limp and clutching close to your anchor while he started chuckling in complete rapture,
“Atta girl, atta girl!! You did it, baby, I knew you could!”
He's celebrating this win, over and over as if it's his own. It was a vain effort since your ears felt stuffed with cotton from the exertion you'd just been put through, and could barely make anything out with the headrush ebbing away. The only thing you could register was Hawks’ frame bracing himself up on an elbow above you– your source of shelter.
Veritable alpha energy coating you from top to bottom, you relish each passing second of settling down easy while receiving little assuring kisses along your hot skin.
Well, at first, they were kisses. Then some longer ones. Then a few licks along your neck working to cool you: he was tasting your sweat.
"Ohhhh-ho that's my best girl! You were amazing to watch- fuck~~. That was the most gorgeous thing I ever did see, hmmm... Oh, poor thing, can you hear me? Shhh hey, you. Can you hear me alrigh’?"
His voice was turning playful, and when you finally open your eyes, the dizzying sensation had gone away finally. But while the intensity had dimmed, it only reignited your heat when you met your lover's adoring features.
Brilliant half smile on display, Hawks brushes your hair back and presses some loving forehead kisses across you… eliciting light breathless chuckles in thanks to the touch.
Hawks centered back on your flushed cheeks and lax brows- free from all tension,
"Back down on the ground with me?"
"...Holy shit."
"Good shit?"
"Good shit~"
“Color?”
“Golden.” Better than green, when it’s him.
You giggled in relief, shuddering against the cold and turning to the side aghast at yourself. Only in the let down of your post-bliss did you realize how fast you'd turned into a full sap the moment his hands were on you.
And after being in control of his pleasure for so long before… he flipped a switch and blew your mind.
Hawks was an incredibly fast learner, though was there any surprise there? You cover your neck for a second and gave a glowing laugh again, "Wow, my throat is tired."
Your blond beauty atop you simply stroked still-damp fingers along the supple edge of your breast. The experimental touch could hardly be considered fondling due to the soulful look of reverence in how he handled them. He'd be sure to shower up with you later and clean it off.
"You were enjoying yourself- I’d call that a good job~”
"I don' think I can make any sandwiches for you after that one," you limply waved your hand: "no bones right now."
“Haha! No offerings needed, lovedove. It's entirely my pleasure.”
He’s your absolute angel, you’re convinced now more than ever.
Hawks rumbled happily, "Tired girl, huh. You do look pretty wiped out." He twirls your side swept hair aside. “S’pose I won’t be making good on my promise to fill ya up this time, will I?”
The tease prominent on his mind (and now yours), you focus in: broke from the daze and blindly shift your leg up and over Hawks’ thigh- pulling him in flush to you and grinding up with a smirk,
"Not that tired, pretty bird."
Writers should NOT feel guilty about:
Skipping a day of writing.
Not having a perfect first draft.
Partaking in sinister, arcane rituals for inspiration.
Working at their own pace.
Enlisting demons and/or helpful spirits to aid them with editing.