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shwarmii · 1 year ago

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hi, i'm @/shwarmi, and tumblr tERMINATED MY BLOG (AND ALL MY SIDE-BLOGS WITHOUT WARNING ME) and i messaged them to get it back but idk when theyll get back to me, so here i am in the meantime, hello, i guess this is my back-up account now, yes, my url is a pun on Roman numerals, anyway, sure do fucking hope i gET MY BLOG BACK JFC

edit: i've been filling out a ticket form about Account Termination once a day (here's the link to it if you ever need help finding it for yourself in the future; please don't try to help me via spamming the ticket form or anything, they explicitly ask to not involve other people uninvolved in your account AND i feel bad enough doing spam once a day already; but, anyway, yes, i recommend doing what i did and having bookmarked the aforementioned link and just copy&paste my form answers into the ticket from a seperate document, like from Google Drive or something, so you don't have to retype it everytime), and i have recieved no reply nor even a confirmation e-mail. hence the lack of updates on how my account is doing. there's no other way to contact staff, except maybe via Twitter, as their support e-mail is no longer accepting messages (hopefully bc of the following they will be in contact with you sooner than they have been with me, bc i didnt know this following tip this past week i've been filling out that ticket and noW YOU DO, you lucky bastard. do what i did with a seperate document to prep in case this is a multi-day process, but hopefully you'll get farther in less time than i have bc jfc i wasn't even getting a confirmation e-mail beforehand big McYikes)

BUT!!1! a friend of mine who was terminated last year said to attach my un-terminated e-mail's account (aka the e-mail i am using right here for @/shwarmii, and not for the terminated @/shwarmi like i had been doing liKE A DUMMY APPARENTLY) to the ticket's general "Put your e-mail here" slot and to explain within "The more details, the better" part your original e-mail attached to the terminated account in addition to the rest of your explanation. and i finally got a confirmation e-mail that my ticket has been recieved! yes, it was just an automated response but yay! finally!! progress!!1! i at least got a fUCKING CONFIRMATION E-MAIL, HAHA, VICTORY!

god i fucking wish i knew about the "just dont use your e-mail linked to your terminated account" tip a week ago jfc on a hot dog stick, my guys, finally, a confirmation e-mail, gahhh

since i now have a confirmation e-mail, i will wait five buisness days (so today is the 8th and a Monday, therefore, i'll wait until Saturday which is the 12th except i said "business days" ergoooo Monday the 14th) to e-mail them again. i hate waiting tho ughhh like, fine, i'll do what i gotta do but also ugghhhhh

↳ additional note: this update/edit was made on 8 August 2023. @/shwarmi has been terminated since 31 July 2023 (or 30 July 2023, and i just was too exhausted to make the account/post until the 31st. i forget. i was in the middle of moving and im disabled, so i was over-exerting myself big-time. i had processed that my account had been terminated at the time and just responded by taking a nap lmao rip but yeah, therefore, it's all been a blur)

NOTHING HAS HAPPENED. COOL. (Narrator: It was not, in fact, "cool".) I WAITED AS PLANNED (this update is being written on 14 August 2023) AND STILL NO FOLLOW-UP TO MY CONFIRMATION TICKET. HATE THAT FOR ME.

instead of sending in a new ticket as i originally planned, i replied to their confirmation email since it said i could do that (for permalinks or whatever) so that they will HOPEFULLY get back to me without me having to be a pest about their automated systems, ugh.. (i have cropped out my email and the Ticket Number(? i assume that's what that string if letters and numbers are anyway) for privacy reasons, but here is what the confirmation e-mail looks like and how i replied. i am including this mostly to help out anyone who may be terminated in the future have an idea of what to expect and an expectation of "OH, okay, so i can reply to THIS email-address, got it" kind of nonsense or whatever. why not lmao)

i will wait another five buisness days, so that'll be on the 21st of August 2023. hopefully, i will update with good news before then (aka: they'll haVE REPLIED MAYBE PLS PLS PLS) but i guess i will have to be annoying if not

it is the 20th (so they have one more day before i have to be annoying anD I DONT WANNA BE.. pls send me ideas of how to be annoying that doesnt include the Hateful Xitter pls, my only idea is to DM them there and i dON'T WANNA) and even my gmail thinks the lack of response is fucked up lmao rip

having a Bad Brain Day streak rn due to my (abusive) dad's failing health and unpacking and all this other shit i have to do post-moving like switching my insurance and renewing my liscence and fuck all, so bothering tumblr about not replying to me is gonna take a bit more of a backseat for a minute, hold on

it.. is now August 30. brain still in gutter, but i forced myself to make a xitter/twitter (don't follow, ill delete the account after they help me or not). and it wouldnt let me dm, so i had to just @ them and post. brain so sad that i cannot even be amused rn that @/shwarmi on there was taken by a shwarma restaurant. @/tumblrsupport's Replies tab shows signs of helping people as recently as 2 hrs ago, but idk if there's another queue here. i guess we'll find out?? i just want my accounts with all their posts and shit back pls, this has taken so long to try to do 💔

edit: if you're curious, it is 3 Sept 2023 and i am still waiting (it looks like they are looking at people who @'ed them on Sept 1 rn and iM LIKE "PLSSSS, I @'ED YOU ON THE 30TH OF AUGUST PLSSSSSSS", gonna give them until the 5th before i tweet again i guess 🥺)

i am not god's strongest soldier. i continue to cry out for help, alas, i have yet to receive an answer

it does not help that the twitter account sometimes says to people: "What is your Tumblr URL? We can check and see if there was a glitch of some sort. But be advised that if it is a TOS violation situation or a bigger tech issue, we cannot assist/reply on Twitter" so that doesnt make me panic aT ALL that maybe i broke TOS without any form of a warning or knowledge that i wasnt following tumblr's terms of services regarding things like nsfw and whatnot (narrator: they were panicking)

i hate it here. staff should at least be able to tell me (via email, if not twitter) that i wont be getting my account back or whatever else instead of just saying NOTHING??????

going to do all this again (tweet support, make a whole new ticket (i still have the info saved thankfully), reply to my old email confirmation) on September 27th (an arbitrary date based on I Have A Lot Going On Rn) if they continue to not reply. if i hit the 30 images limit, guess ill be reblogging and adding even MORE to this thread jfc juST TALK TO MEE!!!1!

#me #shwarmi #never have i been so glad that i have a google doc of mcs and all the i.f. games theyre from &&& also #how much i screenshot from tumblr to tell me who i was following before lmao rip

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azriel-edgemont · 8 months ago

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I've been meaning to write this one for awhile. This happened in session #3 or #4, we're now have session #14 in the books as of last night. It finally made its way out of me.

The coterie encountered a group of Society of Saint Leopold Hunters early on in our story; we killed most but captured one for interrogation, a young French university student named Jacques, in Chicago on a scholarship from the Vatican. During the altercation, Aggie was struck by a Compulsion--to possess the captive, own him, by any means necessary.

For Aggie, that ended up meaning Kiss him, take him back to the safe house, let the muscle chain him up so he can't escape and kill us all--and seduce him for information, and also sex.

Jesus fucking christ this ended up so long what the fuck

ETA: JFC HEY THIS THING IS LIKE 4k WORDS THAT IS LONGER THAN MOST OF MY AO3 FIC. FUCK. WUT.

Now on AO3 for easier reading if you prefer!

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Rating: E Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Category: M/M Word Count: 4,275 Some definite warnings for this one:

Mildly Dubious Consent*, Blood/Blood and Torture/Blood As Lube/Blood Drinking, Power Imbalance/Power Dynamics, Restraints, Vampires/Vampire Hunters, Light Sadism/Light Masochism/Light Bondage, also: judicious use of Google Translate**

*Our Storyteller was pretty clear that Jacques was Into Aggie at the time, even despite his precarious situation and status as a Vampire HunterTM. Also, a Lingering Kiss doesn't really take effect until a few days after it's delivered--and doesn't mess with consent so much as just make the victim crave to be fed from again. Still, it is entirely possible to argue that this whole thing is BadWrongMessedUp.

**I make no promises about the French. I've got a decent grasp of foundational basics, and a linguistics background, but vocabulary--especially casual, colloquial, non-high school appropriate vocabulary--is not my strong suit, so Google was a friend throughout. Hopefully it's not too egregious. I'm just proud of the amount I was able to do with minimal assistance! Go me!

It's easy, slipping into French as the door shuts behind him. No lock to speak of--everything else in the austere condominium the height of luxe, but a lock on a bedroom door is evidently a bridge too far for Briar. Still; the door shuts with a reassuring click. Azriel's back meets it, resting against its solid weight, as he finally takes a moment to do what he's been wanting to all evening and looks his fill.

It's not entirely dark. There is a small bedside lamp on the table at the far side of the bed taking up most of the space. It casts a warm yellow light over the room, spreading shadows like bloodstains over the coverlet, limning the man's hair in a halo of gold, cresting over the slight swells of muscle before being swallowed by the shadows they cast on his skin. The room smells like blood.

Aggie's mouth doesn't water anymore, but he feels it's absence. He sucks in a short breath, eyes closing briefly to center himself as he gives just a little tug to the chains of the Beast within, and his mouth fills with saliva. When he opens his eyes, Jacques is looking back, and Aggie is pleased to see the open, naked want in his expression. Lapsed, indeed, he thinks. It's early, yet, for the Kiss to have taken hold; it's typically days before they feel the pull, the yearning aching need for it. No, this look, this want--its all the Hunter, and all for him.

"Bonsoir, ma beauté," he greets the man in his native French, and is rewarded by a quick flush to Jacques' pale cheeks; the scent of blood thickens, ever so slightly, as his elevated heart rate forces more of it out the wounds in his leg. It's a matter of steps to the bedside, feet muffled in the plush carpet; Aggie's fingertips find Jacques' ankle, then trail up his leg as he draws nearer, sidling into the vacant space between the bed and closet.

"Salut," Jacques responds cautiously. "Tu es venu a me torturer, alors?" His tongue darts out to wet his lips as Aggie's traveling fingers draw near to the wound. It weeps, dark red blood seeping black in the low light from the seared flesh. Despite his apparent nerves, though, Aggie notes that he doesn't try to pull away; just holds, still and trembling, waiting and watching. How very interesting.

"Non...mais je pense que tu as moins peur de moi, et de la torture, que je l'aurais supposé." As though to punctuate his point, Aggie lets the pads of his fingers skate over the raw edges of the wound, applying pressure ever-so-slightly. He is rewarded by Jacques' sharp inhale, the sight of his eyelids fluttering in involuntary response. His plush, full lips part around the gasp, and Aggie feels his mouth drop just a little slack in response. "Sí belle," he murmurs, drawing out the lateral like sticky honey on his tongue. "Je le pensais. Papistes." The laugh that accompanies this is affectionate, amused. The wound pulses with another erratic heartbeat. His index swipes through the shiny, sticky blood; he watches Jacques watch him bring it to his mouth, tongue protruding just enough to lay the pad of his finger on it. Choleric, Melancholic--but there, bright at the edges of his tongue: Sanguine. His lips twitch up in a smile, and he blinks down at the young man.

"Je sais mieux qu'a penser tu ne veux pas quelque chose de moi--plus qu'une baise," Jacques says, and Aggie is startled into a laugh by the bluntness of his speech. He licks his finger clean, then helps Jacques shift his legs away from the edge of the bed, settling into the space by his hip. The mattress is firm and unforgiving, like any bed in any anonymous three and a half star hotel (not that he would know from personal experience, you understand). He plants his hand on the coverlet anyways, bracketing Jacques' hips with his body. The man is warm to the touch, against his own cool static temperature.

"Oui," he states, conversational. "J'espère que tu me diras ce que j'ai besoin de savoir--sur Alice, sur ton petite groupe. Mais--ça ne doit pas être désagréable. Pour toi, ou pour moi." From this close, he can smell Jacques' breath; it's sour with fear and pain, but the way it picks up at Aggie's proximity speaks of a different type of arousal. Still, that is unpleasant; so instead, Aggie lowers his face to Jacques' neck, pressing his lips to the jumping pulse point there. He smirks to feel Jacques' entire body tense, the instinctive reaction of prey to a predator. But when he doesn't bite--when he mouths wet, open kisses at the warm skin instead--some of that tension dissolves beneath another wave of desire.

"Et--et après ça, que alors? Tu me abbas? Tu me...comment le diz vous...m'embrasses? Ah, merde..."

Aggie's laugh is warm, delighted, at the way Jacques' breath catches at the same time his teeth do; the utter subsumation of any real fears about his fate beneath a wave of emboldened desire. His nose is filled with it, his ears recognizing the staccato beat of a heart thumping in wild need. The fingers of the hand not holding himself above Jacques find their way to the hem of his shirt, instead, rucking it up to dig into the planes of hard, young muscle in his abdomen--he hums in appreciation. He can't resist a brief nibble, giddy to hear Jacques' bitten off cry in response. The scant drops of blood he sheds are almost entirely Sanguine, now, heady as they fall on his tongue, and he licks the love bite closed.

"Impressiones-moi," he murmurs in Jacques' ear, before sitting back to look into his face. "Et nous verrons. Je peux être un amant...généreux."

Jacques, may his absent God help him, looks bereft at Aggie's sudden distance. There is a rattle of metal on metal--the handcuffs rattle against the headboard as he makes an aborted attempt to reach for the Kindred. Aggie tuts at him, but takes pity, letting his hand stroke along Jacques' thigh and delighting every time his fingers catch on the calloused skin and slick blood of the wound. The way it makes the prominent apple of Jacques' throat bob, each time; his eyes flutter and glaze. His breath catches. And Aggie watches with keen delight as the flesh beneath the zip of his jeans swells.

"Qu'est-ce que tu veux savoir?" Jacques groans out, and Aggie grins.

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It is a...fruitful interrogation.

An outside observer could be forgiven for viewing the scene and thinking it torture. Aggie hovers over Jacques in a way that cannot suggest anything other than predator and trapped prey, Jacques' hands trapped to either side of his head by the police cuffs, his legs similarly restrained by the ankles near the foot of the bed. Despite Aggie's smaller and slighter stature, it's clear who has the power--not least because of the insistent, probing fingers Aggie delves into the grotesque wound on Jacques' leg. His hand is slicked with blood to the wrist, and Jacques twists and writhes in his bonds with each idle circle Aggie draws around the edge of the seeping flesh, even as their conversation carries on as though nothing remarkable were happening.

But an outside observer might not see what Aggie sees. The way Jacques' pupils are blown, wide and wanting; the way he swallows and gasps, and dares Aggie with his gaze to do his worst as he stutters through his answer to a question. The confusion--the seedling of a pout, even--that dawns on his face if Aggie pauses too long, distracted by thoughts and theories introduced by the information that spills freely from Jacques' parted lips; the relief of his expression when Aggie resumes his idle movements, learning the patterns of the phosphorus burn until its landscape is as familiar as his own hand. The way Jacques' hips hitch, seeking friction, seeking relief, as pain and pleasure coalesce into one singular sensation.

Find the prettiest thing in the room. Make them want you. Then give them what they want.

"Tu chantes si bellement," Aggie murmurs to him, as a thumb swipes an invisible streak of blood up the blood-soaked denim of Jacques' inseam. Jacques groans under his touch.

"Comme une canari," he complains, half-hearted, and Aggie giggles.

"Non, mon cher," he reassures; and, merciful, flattens his palm over the hard ridge of Jacques' cock beneath the fabric. Jacques nearly shouts, folding forward as far as his shoulders will allow, curling in on himself at the sudden provision of long sought-after touch. "Non, ça c'est la chanson que j'aime. Ton plaisir chante si joliement, si sans vergogne. C'est très beau."

His heel drags up the length of Jacques' cock, feeling the heat and swell of it, leaving an angry red streak smeared against the acid-washed denim. Jacques trembles under his touch; his gaze drops to watch, heavy-lidded, as Aggie strokes him through the fabric. He licks his lips. "S'il te plait, Aggie, please, Jesus--"

"Il blasphème! Ça doit être très sérieux," Aggie teases, and Jacques laughs too, breathless, rattling the cuffs next to his head. "Oui, mais oui...tu as été très bon--toi, et moi aussi. Je pense que nous méritons un prix, non?" Another pointed, agonizing stroke--drying his hand of excess blood-- and then he removes it, shifting to the button at the waistband of Jacques' jeans.

"Ça va faire mal," he warns idly; and both men pause for a moment at the ridiculous, needless warning, before Jacques breathes out a laugh and Aggie grins at him with bared Kindred teeth on full display. The laugh becomes a pained shout as Aggie tugs the denim down, over the wound, not bothering with gentleness, and he is rewarded by a broken, gasped string of curses from Jacques as he yanks the clothing--jeans and boxer briefs together--down past his knees. It leaves him exposed, bare from the waist down, and Aggie can see the furred, bruised calves, the angry phosphorus burn, the knobs and ridges of bones and muscle shifting under skin--the thick thatch of dark brown hair, and his cock, uncut and intimate, standing stiff and erect between his parted thighs.

"Vraiment, Jacques--si beau, si bon pour moi," Aggie admires, as he stands near the foot of the bed, looking his fill as he methodically removes his own clothing; tugging the tight neck of his sweater over his head, unbuttoning his slacks to let them pool, in a whisper of expensive fabric, around his ankles before gracefully stepping out of them. He takes a moment--turning to catch the best light from the lamp, long decades of experience putting his body on display to best effect in the golden glow. Jacques' gaze rakes him, up and down, in a way that suggests he might have entirely forgotten that this is is monster he is about to bed. Hunger, want, desire stoked by pain and pleasure both are all visible in Jacques' gaze, audible in his breathing and evident in every taut, quivering line of his body. But Aggie sees his face fall as his gaze focuses on the lack of interest from Aggie's own cock.

"Je suis mort, chéri, souviens?" Aggie offers; and his voice is gentle as he steps back forward to stand next to Jacques, who cranes his neck to look up and meet his gaze.

"Est-ce...pourquoi?" Jacques asks.

"Pourquoi est-ce que je veux te baiser?" Aggie laughs, and Jacques nods. "Chéri, parce-que il faire bon! Je n'ai pas besoin d'une érection à savourer ta bite, crois-moi. Tu es trop gentil, penser à moi comme ça."

Jacques shudders at the matter-of-fact words, delivered as though it weren't painfully erotic. Aggie sits on the mattress, then swings one knee over him, straddling his hips. Both men react, audibly, when Jacques' cock nestles in the cleft of Aggie's arse. "Oh, yes," Aggie murmurs in English, eyes fluttering shut at the promise of pleasure, so near. Jacques gives an experimental flex of his hips; even restrained as he is, even with the pain of the wound which must, must bother him with a movement like that, the strength and power of him is a delight, and Aggie sighs happily. "T'aimes ça?" Jacques asks, voice rough and strained, and Aggie beams at him.

"Oui, jusque comme ça. Je vais te cheveaucher jusqu'à tu vous des étoiles, chéri." As though to demonstrate the promise, Aggie rocks back against Jacques, his hips and arse and body all moving in a sinuous line. Eyes locked to Jacques' gaze, he rakes a hand back through his curls, down the side of his neck, pinky finger catching on a sharp fang as he tosses Jacques a wink. The other hand cradles around the base of his throat, squeezing lightly--visibly--before traversing a path down the center of his body. He catches, tugs at the manicured nest of curly hair, carding his fingers through before those elegant digits wrap around his cold, flaccid cock, tugging at it lightly with a pleased, self-satisfied groan.

"Putain de merde, je veux te toucher. Tu vas me tuer, Aggie...!"

Aggie's eyes flash, and a wicked grin crosses his face. "Je l'éspere, Jacques. Un petit mort, et un autre, et un autre, et un autre..." Each promise punctuated by a perfunctory stroke of his cock, rocking his hips back to meet the hard, hot line, grinding down into Jacques' lap, Aggie lets himself feel the dull spark of arousal it brings. Like a song playing from another room, he is aware of the sensation, but distantly; the feelings somehow at a remove from his body, not roused enough for full sensation. Still, though, he likes the tease of it, and the positive encouragement from Jacques is heady, and Aggie knows he looks good like this--he has a painting to prove it.

Jacques groans, another plea gritting out from between his teeth, the cuffs rattling again as he gives an insistent shove against Aggie's backside, and Aggie takes pity on him. He lifts up on his knees, just enough to get a hand beneath his legs; reaches back, past Jacques' weeping cock, drooling pearly precum down the length, and liberally coats his palm in blood from Jacques' wound.

To his credit, Jacques immediately grasps his intent--and, further to his credit, locks a hungry, lustful gaze on the sight of Aggie's hand spreading blood along his length. "Sa mére, c'est tellement foiré," he breathes out, rapt, as his cock is slicked in blood, mixing with his body's natural lubricant. Aggie feels it jump in his hand, eager for the attention, not remotely flagging at the inclusion of his own blood in their play.

"Je pense que tu es un petit peu foiré," Aggie teases. "Qu'est-ce que l'église t'a fait?"

He doesn't give Jacques a chance to respond before he is pressing the blunt head of the blood-covered length against his hole, sinking down with the full weight of his body. The stretch and split might have been agonizing for a mortal body, unprepared, unstretched, with only blood and precum for lubricant; but where the feel of a hand on his own dick felt disconnected from his body, this intrusion sends sparks of pleasure racing along his Blushed nerve endings. He lets out a long, loud groan, echoed by Jacques as he is slowly, inch by inch, engulfed by Aggie's body.

The room reeks with the scent of sex and, to Aggie, Sanguine blood, filling his nose as he works his way down the cock impaling him in Jacques' lap. He doesn't feel any pain--the stretch, the discomfort, sure, but mostly the way pleasure radiates through him, forming a feedback loop with the Sanguine tang of the air to fill up his senses and drive him mad, needy, with want. He could seat himself fully in an eyeblink, he knows, shove down and take it all at once--it would heal by morning--but the awed, slack-jawed look Jacques is giving him makes him want to take his time and put on a proper show. So he braces his bloody hand in the center of Jacques' chest, and works his hips. He takes it slowly, savouring every hit of pleasure; tiny movements back and forth that make Jacques whine. His hands flex and Aggie considers what it might mean to release him--final death, almost certainly, but surely Jacques would want to finish fucking him first, and with those hands on Aggie's hips and that powerful arse and thighs, he's fairly certain the Frenchman could do some real, glorious damage. Still--that would mean finding keys, and that would mean getting off, and as Jacques' cock brushes against some part of his anatomy that currently houses the banked embers of thousands of roused nerve endings, he finds himself entirely unwilling to make that sacrifice.

Jacques keeps up a murmured, groaning litany the whole time. "Tu es très beau," he says, and, "Tu me prends si bien," and, " J'adore voir ma bite dans toi," and a healthy number of blasphemies, which are a complete delight every time, if a little distracting. He can feel Jacques trembling with the strain of holding back--almost wants to tell him to let go, just give it to him, release his own inner gay sex demons--but watching him shake with restraint is far too much fun. Finally, though, Aggie is resting fully seated in Jacques' lap, Jacques buried to the hilt inside of him.

"Ça va?" Jacques asks, licking his lips as he shifts slightly under Aggie's weight. His cock shifts inside of him, and Aggie lets his head loll back at the sensation, humming with pleasure as he rocks experimentally.

"Très, très bien, chéri," is his response. He rolls his head back around to fix Jacques with his gaze, delighted to see heat and want reflected back at him--and then he moves.

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Nearly two hours after first coming into the room, Aggie pulls off of Jacques with an audible pop, the soft, malleable flesh of his flaccid cock falling limp from his mouth. His lips and teeth and chin are a mess of blood, his fingers and palms and inner thighs, too, smeared like a crime scene from cheek to cheek, drying against his skin and flaking rust every time he moves. He leans across Jacques' thighs, elbows digging into the mattress for leverage, to give the wound an affectionate kitten lick. Jacques groans out a laugh above him.

"Désolée, Aggie, je pense que--j'ai finis. S'te plait."

"A plusieurs égards," Aggie chides, but laps only once more before pushing himself to his knees besides Jacques. It's true--despite his best efforts, it seems he has wrung every "petit mort" from Jacques that the man's body can muster, and even his own stamina is relatively finite. Besides which, he's sated; he's drunk and fucked his fill, gotten all the information he can think of to ask for from the pliant young man, and while he wouldn't be opposed to another round, the sticky itchy feeling of drying blood and cum on his skin is threatening to become a major irritant. "Attends ici."

Jacques hums, watching him go from half-lowered lids, chest still heaving with the effort of pain and exertion. Aggie slides backwards and off the bed, revelling in the lingering feeling of soreness in his backside; already fading, sadly, but still there as a pleasant echo. He pads on bare feet into the en suite as he allows Jacques a moment to recover.

There are hotel-style towels folded and waiting on a rack above the toilet. He grabs a washcloth--using it to turn on the tap--and waits out the water until it runs warm. His hands are first, thrust under the gushing water, which quickly turns pink and then bright red beneath his hands as he methodically scrubs them free of the worst of the blood. There's blood under his nails, he notes; but no vanity kit here. Pity. He leaves it there for now, and takes up the washcloth again, soaking it in the flow. Face and neck are next, scrubbed and blotted free of bloodstains until the cloth is soaked with it and his skin is shining white. He tosses the cloth in the bathtub, and grabs another, now wiping the blood that is smeared over his thighs and arse and bollocks, swiping away the pearly pink mixture sliding down along his inner leg.

He presses the damp cloth to his mouth, biting down around it and drawing the liquid--water, blood, cum--into his mouth. It aspirates over his tongue, and he moans quietly, happily, at the flavour, sucking at it until it gives no more. It joins its fellow in the bathtub, and he draws down a larger handtowel from the rack. This one, too, is soaked in warm water and wrung out, and he carries it with him back into the bedroom.

It's clear immediately that Jacques has passed out. Exhaustion and exsanguination have done their work; his hands hang limp from the wrists in the handcuffs next to his head, and his head droops uncomfortably against his shoulder. Aggie tuts a little, and drapes the warm towel over his lap to soak up some of the excess blood and fluid spread there. He grabs a pillow and props it between Jacques' shoulder and his cheek, then goes to retrieve his clothes, dressing with graceful efficiency, patting for the reassuring feel of the stiletto dagger in his inside pocket.

Returning to the bed, Aggie takes up his spot next to Jacques' hip, setting to providing him a perfunctory clean-up. He laps up the blood that has dribbled in shining trails down the side of Jacques neck--he had asked, in fairness, to know what it would feel like to be fed from during the act, and Aggie was only too happy to oblige. He licks at the wounds until they seal shut. He wipes the skin clean from waist to knee. He takes gentle care with the flaccid cock that, exhausted, doesn't even attempt to stir in his grip, wiping it clean as well; and makes an attempt to wash around the outside of the leg wound, cleaning his thigh of excess.

Throughout his ministrations, Jacques barely stirs, and Aggie pauses a moment to watch him in his sleep. It would be so easy, he thinks, to take his life right now. To bleed him dry and leave him for dead; the way he and his Hunter friends would no doubt have done to us. It's no less than he deserves. He feels the weight of the stiletto in his pocket; a stab through the heart, in his sleep. Not such a monstrous way to go.

Sleeping, though, Jacques looks much more the part of the boy he is, rather than the man he pretends to be; his face softens, showing hints of clinging baby fat still around the edges of his otherwise chiselled face. Not once had he pleaded for Aggie to free him, not even under the guise of sex. He hadn't even asked for anything, except more, more, more.

Fucked up little Catholic boy, confused about so many things, Aggie thinks with a snort of derision. Pain and pleasure, need and want and desire, men and monsters. But in the end--Aggie got everything he wanted out of him, and Jacques, apparently, didn't want anything more from him than this.

"C'était la meilleure baise de ta vie, chéri," Aggie tells him fondly. "You should at least be allowed to keep it for a little while."

He rises, tossing the now cool and blood-soaked towel into the bathroom; returning to the bed, he pulls the dagger from its hidden sheath and uses it's sharp point to start a tear through the fabric of Jacques' ruined jeans and boxers, adding the scraps to the pile of laundry in the bathroom. The shirt is next, covered in Aggie's bloody handprints; he rips that one by the seams, entertaining for a moment the romantic idea of a smitten young Frenchman desiring a token to remember him by. That he discards in the waste basket next to the bed--in easy reach, just in case.

There's a spare blanket in the closet. He can't do anything about the blood-soaked coverlet and sheets--and probably mattress, at this point--underneath him, but at least he doesn't need to freeze to death. Aggie tucks him in under the blanket, covering as much of the man as he can given his posture; and for a moment, then, he hesitates.

Dawn is so close. It wouldn't be so hard to lie down here; to curl against this warm body, which has grown so familiar in these past two hours, and allow himself to keep it for just a little while longer. But the Compulsion is fading along with the ache in his arse, and the hoarse soreness in his throat, and the idle fancy is just that. He is older, and wiser, than Jacques is or will likely ever be.

He knows better than to lay down with a monster.

#my posts: words #jacques the hunter

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apoptoses · 1 year ago

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"you gotta tell me exactly which part it was that scrambled you, them's just the rules"

OKAY FINE

jk I literally just finished reading and had to run to your inbox ofc

Consensual somnophilia is something I'd never given a lot thought ngl but now that I *have* in the context of these two unhinged freaks, I am obsessed! How the mere sight of Daniel's near unconscious body made Armand feel like a newborn vamp... insane. And Daniel offering himself up to Armand like that even though he wouldn't remember any of it, but the physical evidence of Armand's presence all over his body AND the knowledge of having been ravished by him in such a manner was more than enough jerk off material to last for an entire lifespan. I love this unhinged man sm 🥹

Kink-wise I feel like it had a little of everything? Armand biting his foot, under his arms, his dick (not Armand thinking the blood flowing from Daniel's dick tasted sweeter than the rest of him jfc he absolutely would), and him talking to Daniel through the whole thing was incredible. "Never has he allowed himself to be such a leech" dear god😭

Also loved getting to see Daniel high at the club and Armand wanting to taste the drugs through him (such a Devil's Minion staple, can't ever get enough of it), Armand keeping the bloody bedsheets and taking them to his coffin (WHO's the mordbid romantic now huh???), and him dragging some random blond man into an alley before sunrise because he absolutely needed that release as well... 15/10 I sometimes can't believe you're actually out here blessing us with such incredible work on a regular basis. HOW lucky this fandom is to have you for fucking real, xoxo DA ❤️

Ahhhh dungeon anon!!!

I feel like a broken record saying this because lately every day sucks and I'm having a rough time, but today was bumpy and so reading this really cheered me up!!

Honestly somno evaded me because I couldn't wrap my brain around the appeal of someone being completely asleep for the entirety of an experience. So the only way I could tackle it was via Armand and his sensory stuff, because having no thoughts or reactions to play off would open up so many doors for him and let you really have him do anything.

And I said it a million times in my comment replies but I was worried the horniness of Armand's feelings wouldn't telegraph and like if Daniel enjoying it the morning after would make sense but!! I'm so happy it did!! They're freaks together and like now the door is also open for me to have Daniel ask to be bitten in weird places while he's awake for it.

I also loved making him talk to Daniel's body because at that point he was really just rattling on to hear himself speak lmao But also I think saying out loud what he was about to do allowed him to give himself permission to do it. The vibe would have been so different if he just silently feasted, and honestly I think it would have been one or two bites and then him leaving.

And making him take the bedding as a souvenir!! Idk I just love Armand have gross weirdo trophies from lovers (and actually in my wip I need to finish editing Daniel finally gets a gross weirdo trophy of his own, so hopefully I get that done this week)

but YEAH thank you for messaging about it, and for telling me my work counts ♥ I never really get down on the quality of what I do, just like- I worry about if it means anything. But I guess all creative types are inherently dramatic about that sort of thing lol Still.

It means a lot to get DM'd about my stuff!! ♥ I appreciate YOU!

#apoptoses answers #dungeon anon

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thingswhatareawesome · 11 months ago

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1.6 thoughts, spoilery

i liked the trl continuation, it was a fun little mystery, and i like how spooky and creepy the abandoned space station areas were. kind of did that ambiance even better than the heliobi event areas. the critter stuff was v cute, and i liked it didn't take long to do, just a couple evenings for me. fairly simple but still fun.

rm is a fucking mad scientist. just fascinating how helpful and nice she's seemed, and how she's so calm, serene, graceful--but also obsessed and really WEIRD. not just wanting to create life, but an eminator of the swarm jfc what NO. good lord. also, the whole not giving a shit about her creations if they're not geniuses is uh, a tiny bit on the eugenics side so yeah.

constrasting her with ratio is interesting. he's arrogant, smarmy, cheesy, but is sort of an opposite in not wanting genius to be deified. yeah he hates dealing with stupid people, but it seems more like his attitude about it is to educate and spread knowledge, and so a non-genius can just do for themselves without needing geniuses. i wasn't expecting to like him super much esp with potential connections to ipc, but honestly he amuses me and rm scares the hell out of me now. so much for the so helpful person from the sim u.

have tried and cleared gold and gears I and II, attempted III twice only to fail on last boss both times (once messing with prop path, then using guide recommended remembrance). close the first time, super close the second time but a small mistake avalanched. went back to II, figure i need to do get clears using certain dice at that rank anyway, and i obv need to get more points for the track that buffs stats and such. have tried a mix of teams with fire mc and luocha--with combos of argenti, dhil, and jing yuan, then today with a recommended team of the first two and jl and dhil. when i'm ready to try III again i'll do that team then with abundance path instead, per the same guide.

idk this makes a little more sense than how swarm was presented? but once i get the erudition path i think i'll be able to go back and make sense of swarm better. i think it might feel easier in comparison maybe too. but yeah once i get clears on III idk if i'll go on to IV. definitely won't ever be bothering with V. my goal is really just the erudition path, not to be completionist, even with the rewards

(doesn't help i'm already v tired of this new sim u anyway, i don't like *having* to grind normal sim u every week as it is, at least it's not got 'finish in x turns' stuff like fh, but it still stresses me out a lot. and my brain does NOT do well with do x grind thing over and over and over and over x1000 when it takes a long time. grind calyxes? fine, takes minutes i'm done. sim u grinding taking what like 45m to an hour is like...god that sucks. esp if i try to do multiples. it's SO goddamned much time. i need to be able to do things in short bursts, or to have a long grind be like on you do it a couple times a week. not over and over every evening for who knows how long. ugh. gonna be hard to keep myself doing it but i want to actually get the path this time.)

put some work in on building blade, but it might go slower bc esp with g and g i need to finish caelus' main fire trace at the least if not all, maybe alternate him and blade main and stats for at least some variety on crimson calyx farming. hopefully i get done with that by the time ratio shows up @__@ looks like hanya and xueyi will be waiting a bit.

#please ignore my sr bs #1.6 spoilers

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roguestarsailor · 11 months ago

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Jfc thoughts of him will haunts my existence forever I swear! It’s been so long yet I HAVE NOT CHANGED A BIT!! My fault because I was trying to delete photos for storage space and do a cute little recap post about my year on insta and I found so many pictures that circle back into those intense feelings and then the subsequent guilty feelings because I can no longer be their friend. And then just feeling of unrequited love, that shame, that anger, that deep hurt I think I’ve always felt since the beginning. Not to mention I had a dream about him and feeling like I lost something precious…

I miss his friend group and I could have grown more with them but I tossed it all away. I am the same and it’s sad; all I’ll ever be is sad. I want older friends but I have no clue how to be a good friend to older folks (and I’m using this term to just describe people older than me by a few years). All I hang out with are younger people and I can see how they are still so shy and afraid of things…and don’t get me started on the boys. I want to feel like I’m with my peers but I feel far behind them. Because they’re building a life with someone….

Anyways my recap for this year LOOKS like I am doing a lot and I did but it’s always with this underlying pain and me trying to find something to believe in and avoid thinking about him and his wonderful life…a life I wanted and wanted with him and just wondering where i fucked up generally to leave me in the same spot I’ve been in for the last 28 years of existence. Like none of the things i did mattered that much if im honest. I still feel empty and everything still reminds of him and the pain of wishing I could have been loved by him plagued every. Single. Things. I. Did. This. Year. Or a reaction to him or reaction to redirect my energy away from him. Fucks sake we didn’t date! We weren’t anything.

God to think only my mother was the only one who can make me cry but nooo he does too and he might be worse!! Anyways im going to cry sleeping again although this time it’s in my parents house! Hopefully my flights will stop being cancelled and I can go back to the comforts of my room and throw myself at more things to remind me less of him.

#amandathoughts

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brittapcrrys · 1 year ago

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this post just making me think abt something for, like, the 10th time today....

this got so fucking long ahhh i am just. justifying all this to myself as im unpacking where the feeings are coming from jsdfkhs glad i have a psych session next week, guess i know what we're gonna talk abt!!

i was rly generally frustrated this afternoon and got a message to pop around for last minute planning for the help/work im doing for mum's friend for the next few weeks. and like yeah i know that it is generally within my range of abilities, i know that most times i help 'em out like this it's Fine and occasionally even Fun, i know that if im Not Well or anything else i can text and say look can't do it today sorry and that'll be accepted!!!

but. whenever i am asked to Do these things (dog sit / dog walk / plant-sit&garden, etc) for "neighbours" and friends there's like......... they KNOW im unemployed and they KNOW i've done it before so there's this feeling of an unspoken expectation that i WILL say yes, i will agree to do it when and as asked.

and ig to some extent it's reasonable for any of them to think 'she's been happy to do it before so there's good odds she'll probably, hopefully, do it again!' and they're never DEMANDING abt it or anything so maybe it is, at least coming from the 'employer' in each case, mostly just ~in my head~ n something i'm seeing/feeling/projecting that's not Actually in there

but idk when i HAVE had jobs in the past (waitress, cleaner, babysitter, tutor, library assistant) if i got ~called in~ the day before i uhhhh could say no. and would say no. and i didn't feel bad abt it i didn't care like i had a (casual, but pre-planned) roster and i've been fortunate enough that saying 'no, i can't' didn't lose me those scheduled shifts or the job as a whole, i know that. but bc this isn't an ~official~ job there's no structure it's just a 'get a text 1wk-to-12hrs before, help a neighbour, get twenty bucks' kinda deal each time it feels like i HAVE TO say yes. if i don't have some other thing already planned, i have to say Yeah Sure or im evil and horrible and the worst and should be ashamed

excepttttttttt i think. a lot of that. comes from my mum lmao always a fun connection to make. bc i made some exasperated comment mostly to myself during that frustrated moment this afternoon and she was like "well what do you mean? why can't you do it? why would you say no? did you WANT to say no? it's not like you have much else going on... it's not even hard why wuold---" etc etc and dad isn't quite so expressive, ever, but less and less so as the PD continues to wear away at him & his speech in more obvious ways, but has similar sentiments. and like.... just bc THEY can't/won't say no to stuff doesn't mean i shouldn't????? mum will say she needs a week to herself and then 10minutes later has agreed to be a TRT (substitute teacher) for 3.5days that week. dad just thinks 'you do a job until it's done. you get asked to do a job, you do that til it's done' and like let's not even THINK abt the way that has worn each of them down physically and emotionally at different times, including now. like they just view Work and the related Expectations/Obligations differently, i guess? whether that's a generational thing, a ND (me) vs NT thing, a 'farmer and air force electrician' and 'lifelong teacher' and 'we both moved out at 16/17 and supported ourselves from that point on / u can't get something from nothing' thing. i have forgotten where this was going jfc

anyway. the dog will be a lil moody if i don't visit her for a couple hours & go for a walk, but she'll be fine. the plants can be watered by someone else, or - esp in the current weather - just miss a day, they'll bounce back later. me doing these things when asked is not, like, the key to holding the fabric of the universe together. nobody's life is gonna come apart at the seams bc i said 'oh, sorry, i won't be able to d that today/this week'.

and i shouldn't actually have to explain why! maybe i have a migraine and can't stand up straight. maybe i'm having a gastrointestinal Hell Episode. maybe i threw up overnight and am still very distressed abt it. maybe i haven't slept in 48hrs. maybe it's windy and im teetering on the verge of a panic attack and rly cannot be outside in it. maybe it's PMDD time and i know i don't have the patience to interact with another being especially not in a way where im solely responsible for it. maybe im bleeding heavily and cramping to the extreme on and off without warning. maybe i haven't been able to get out of bed all week because i just dont want to exist. MAYBE i just! don't! wanna!

and idt it's fair that anyone says or acts in a way that suggests im doing something Very Wrong or Shameful or Disappointing (there's a difference between, 'oh, that's disappointing, but thanks for letting me know' disappointment & 'why would you do that? what are you thinking?' disappointment, which is the kind i mean). is it gonna be fine most times if i agree to it even when i don't rly want to? yes. it's always mostly fine-ish. it's nto abt avoiding it out of anxiety or whatever like im not nervous abt walking this mini daschund that adores me. im not nervous abt watering plants that are essentially the same as my own at home. it's just, like, weighing up 'would doing this likely improve my mood/day? will it probably just be a non-impact kinda deal? what are the odds it makes me / my day worse?' each time (knowing when my psych appts are, when my period is and general mood shifts during my cycle, how my sleep and mood have been in the day/s before the 'shift', weather, etc etc etc) and determining which is likely to be the most effective and useful (or neutral, sometimes) option for me in that case!

and if that reason is just 'ehhh i really just Dont Want It today/tomorrow' that is also fine, actually

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clatterbane · 5 months ago

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Yeah, I think they have changed what they're doing with the anesthesia the past couple of times. (Which, nothing from anesthesiology ever shows up in my records through the portal. They could be doing anything.)

Because, yeah, my blood sugar decided to do the same crazy shit after I got home from another procedure today. Don't even have the hormonal crap to blame this time, with the timing. Looks very specifically like something different anesthesiology started doing to me, or my reactions to it have changed.

Oh yeah, this was also my lifestyle tonight. 😬

I was attributing it to that surprise UTI last month, but yeah I started into violent shivering fits which eventually got me yakking up everything I had drunk over the past few hours. After I had taken to the bed again, under a blanket in a hoodie when it's over 70 in here, to hopefully get that shit stopped. The anesthesia has been good at fucking up my thermoregulation all along, even when they were just doing propofol sedation without the full OR experience. But JFC, this has gone ridiculous.

I was involuntarily groaning as I shook again, and who knows what the neighbors might have thought was going on. But, then the combo of that and me violently barfing all of a sudden did wake Mr. C up. Which made me feel more like crap, but I was glad in another way because I really was too sick to try to get up and try to deal with the situation right then. It took him a while to find what he was looking for, but he did bring in the mop-up towels and other barf bucket containers for me.

Thankfully, I did already have that empty bottle where I could grab it from the bed, but it filled up very quickly and I did end up spewing water and coffee all over the floor. Could have been worse. I didn't have any actual food since like 2 p.m., because my blood sugar was being so crazy and I was also feeling a little sick to my stomach all evening which I put off on the blood sugar chaos. 🤢

Finally flipped over to the gross and sweaty phase, and I am daring to sip on some low sugar electrolyte drink. So far, so good. But yeah, I was also only actively barfing while I was shivering like that last month. I think I will shortly chase it with some of the dissolvable paracetamol/Tylenol, and try to go back to bed and sleep at least some of it off. Hopefully the anti-fever stuff will help this time too. I did not keep down what I took after the shivering started setting in earlier.

(Yes, the fizzy electrolyte tablets are from Nestle. No, I was not the one who bought them, before anybody decides to jump down my revolting throat. Yes, I am drinking it anyway because I was puking all over the place. Anybody who has an issue with that can piss right off.)

Speaking of piss, I do actually still have a much lower level UTI hanging on, because that course of antibiotics was evidently not long enough as I was afraid from experience with the same stuff back in 2020. (At least in the UK, it was easy enough to get a double course through a couple of questionable online consultation sites, when the GP just refused to treat it again.)

Anyway, that's probably not doing me much good either. It was "just" causing some pain and a weird smell peeing before I went to the hospital this morning. But yeah, with the timing on both occasionsand all? I really am strongly suspecting that the anesthesia was what made me so dang sick in the same unusual way last month too. I had better try to get the obvious infection treated again, though, even if it's not causing the fever and all.

[Gonna have to start sending this chart to people when they ask what affects my blood sugars]

#venting #personal #medical stuff #vomit mention #anesthesia #gastroscopy

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storiesofsvu · 2 years ago

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SVU Thoughts & reactions.

you know the drill, under a cut for spoilers! just svu since i was at work for the first two

-okay, here we go. Here’s hoping this is better than fucking last week….

-bruh. I thought that was a KNIFE, not a fucking MACHETE.

-when the fuck is mcgrath gonna just fuck off already? Ugh.

“keep him the hell away from me” fucking MOOD olivia

I don’t care for this dude, but the new girl is at least fucking cute as shit

Why did velasco’s badge just move from his belt/hip to on a chain around his neck? Way to fuck that continuity team. (oh and its back to the hip now…)

LOL to the power move from Muncy throwing joe off with the fluent Spanish loloolol

“she does have a soft touch for green eyes” bruh… same…

Yup. Still hate Duarte though.

Me to Duarte: “suck my dick.” (derogatory). Camera pans to Velasco; me: “suck my dick… **” (suggestive)

“you now, if you were my girl, I’d never do you like that” AND THE HAND TOUCH JESUS CHRIST JOE PULLING OUT ALL THE STOPS JUST FUCKING KILL ME.

Ah yes… the case of “did he jump or was he thrown” great. I KNEW I didn’t like this fucker.

Bruh… could make up please learn to match foundation to actresses necks please??

Afkdaklfdlkfaldsaagmg 10 seconds of rollisi SOOOFFFTT. Thank fucking god.

Duarte gives me MAJOR ick. Please get off my tv screen.

Digging this blue blazer liv!

Kelli deserves all the goddamn awards, this woman is so fucking talented. Also that rolivia moment was super soft and understandable and it definitely makes sense as to why amanda would chose to.. retire?...we’re gonna say retire… lol. “you’ve never had something to lose before” had me UGHHH

Okay, yeah, Muncy is winning me over. She’s good. Still forever salty amount Amanda, don’t get me wrong!! But like this won’t be the same as losing casey and gaining greylek lololol (hopefully I haven’t spoken too soon lol)

“this whole planets floating in the middle of an explosion, is anything ever alright?” fin with the hard truth yet again.

Okay, I *get* the whole Velasco maybe wanting to get some time in the gang (or whatever) unit, but this better not be a way to “keep a channel open” for him leaving. Ugh. Like, yeah obvi he’s gonna stick around for a bit but still.

liv. please stop. I can’t handle this blue leather jacket.

“martinis are the lubricant of justice” WAS NOT SOMETHING I WANTED TO HEAR JFC

OLIVIA BENSON ROBBING A FUCKING VENDING MACHINE?? WHAT IS THIS EPISODE.

Okay yeah, I like the new girl. Don’t hate me. Oooo joe gets to train someone! Yay pretty boy!

Okay. Okay. This episode was a MILLION times better than last weeks and honestly, better than a lot of last season. Or maybe it’s just me hyping it up rn, we’ll see how I feel next week, but new showrunner bonus?

Okay. I’ll do an OG and OC wrap up later once they’re online since I missed them life.

Happy Thursday besties!!

#law and order #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #law and order spoilers #svu

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lomlwintersoldier · 4 years ago

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“Mine. Mine to Me.”

Word Count: 1494

A/N: jfc I have missed writing- tfatws has reignited my love for marvel and for Bucky so hopefully I can push out a few more oneshots/drabble/chapters in between classes. Although for the time being, I only want to write stories where Tony, Steve, and Natasha still exist :( as far as I care, endgame didn’t happen.

This one was inspired by the line from the new Jungle book :)

97 days.

That’s how long you’d been on this mission, one long, painfully unbroken stretch of time. 97 days without seeing home or any recognizable face except for Natasha’s. And the days seemed to stretch longer and longer as time went on and at this point, you couldn’t wait to leave.

You’d spend most of the winter in the harsh mountains of Serbia, gathering intel and running supplies to an abandoned factory building that the Avengers hoped to turn into a base. Tony trusted the two of you to shape the compound in his image but, damn, were you tired of it. Thankfully though, you and Natasha were slated to leave today, both of you anxiously waiting to make the journey home.

“You doing okay, Y/N?” Natasha asks, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You give her a wounded smile, nodding. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just can’t wait to go home.”

“Me neither.” She gives your hand a comforting squeeze as she walks off to check the perimeter, ensuring that the building was still abandoned.

You continue packing up yours and Natasha’s things, although neither of you had brought more than a few changes of clothes and some basic toiletries. HYDRA had taught both of you how to exist on nearly nothing.

Natasha strides back in as you finish cleaning up and you wordlessly hand her her pack.

“Let’s head out,” you state.

She nods and the both of you make the long hike back to the hidden quinjet you’d left 3 months ago. It was about a day's hike from the base because secrecy was of utmost importance to this mission.

You’re quiet for most of the miles you two walk but it’s not uncomfortable. Both you and Natasha didn’t need long conversations which was why the two of you had become so close. Words flowed like a steady stream between you but both of you understood and felt comfortable in silence as well.

By the time you reach the jet hidden in a snowy cave, it’s dusk and you’re wiped. The thin air, gusting winds and snow took a lot out of you.

“8 hours until we’re home, Y/N,” Natasha says, a smile curving her lips and you return her smile.

“I’m sure Bucky missed you as much as you missed him,” she states as if she could read your mind.

Your heart pangs. Goddamn, you’d missed him over these last three months. “I just can’t wait to see him again.”

“I know, hun,” her own words colored with longing. This time, you squeeze her hand.

“Steve missed you too, Nat.”

Her hands clench the joystick and she nods. “I really hope he did.”

You lean back in your chair, trying to breathe and allow yourself to feel excitement at the thought of coming home, but you were far too cautious and pessimistic to believe that nothing would go wrong in the eight hours it would take to get back to New York.

You settle into your seat and try to think only of Bucky. Of his musky, earthy scent and the dark strands of hair that brushed your cheeks every time he kissed you. God, you couldn’t wait to kiss him. Your mind drifts to his lips, plump and soft and your heart jumps as you think of how good it would feel to just feel him in your arms again.

Eventually you drift off into sleep, the dark clouds you’re coasting over not providing enough stimulation for your brain to keep you awake. You don’t know how much time has passed but when you open your eyes again, a sliver of orange glow hangs on the horizon. It’s nearly morning.

“Want me to take over?” You ask, your voice hoarse and cracking from sleep.

Natasha glances over and you can see the weariness in her eyes as she nods and flicks on the autopilot switch. You take her place and she takes yours, falling asleep within seconds.

The sun peeks over billowing clouds as you guide the jet through the sky at speeds normal people could only dream of reaching. Resisting the urge to push the plane faster to reach your destination just a few minutes quicker, you decide to focus on the rising sun.

Finally, after it feels like forever and a day, the New York City skyline begins to poke through the low hanging clouds and you breathe a sigh of relief. So close.

You take the jet past the city, into the countryside of New York where the compound was. Where home rested.

“Nat,” you call out softly, gently raising her from her sleep. “We’re home.”

You exchange excited smiles as both of you see two hulking figures standing on the landing pad, where you guide the plane down. When the wheels touch down you can barely keep yourself from leaping to your feet, but you remember to power the plane down first. Natasha grabs the packs as you unbuckle and you grip each other’s hands when you hit the button to open the doors.

Bright sunlight suddenly burns your eyes and you quickly shut them, squinting through the rays as you make your way down the steps. As your eyes get used to the brightness, his shape begins to form in your eyeline.

He’s wearing a gray t-shirt, proudly showing off the black and gold arm he’d received from Wakanda and your heart swells. He used to feel such embarrassment over his HYDRA given arm and to see him stand there, so stoically, gives you pride.

His face splits into a wide grin as he steps toward you.

“Bucky,” his name falls from your lips in a hushed whisper as he struts over to you. Your own face hurts and you realize it’s because you’re smiling as widely as he is and you lose all composure.

Your legs pick up in a run and he stops, spreading his muscular, sinewy arms, ready to catch you. You seem to hang in space, so close yet so far, you can hardly believe he’s real. But before you know it, your body slams into his, his arms coiling tightly around you as a hearty laugh escapes his chest.

“Hey, dol—“ Your lips crash to his, cutting his words off but you don’t care. You’re drunk on the taste of his love. He returns your kiss, fingers splayed across your back as he gently lowers you to the ground. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, deepening the kiss and you feel his need for you beneath the surface, evidenced by how tightly he’s holding you. He missed you as much as you did.

“God, I missed you so much!” You exclaim against his lips. He pulls back from your lips but keeps his hands cupped around your cheeks. He takes a breath before he responds, savoring the moment as he holds you in his ocean blue gaze before pulling you close again. His head dips into your neck, stubble scratching the tender skin.

“I missed you too, love,” he murmurs against you as you entwine your fingers in his hair, eyes closed into the sun.

It’s rays never felt warmer.

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“So how much did you miss me?” You ask coyly as you gaze into Bucky’s cerulean eyes, fingers twirling lazily in his long locks. His metal hand lightly traces circles on your shoulders as a smirk curves the edge of his lips.

“I thought I just showed you that,” he chuckles, eyes gesturing to your naked body knowingly.

“Yeah....yeah I guess you did,” you laugh as you nuzzle in closer to him.

“I really missed you.” You’ve said the words about a hundred times since you got back, just a few hours ago but it still doesn’t feel real to have him here, so close.

You wrap your leg around his waist, pressing your chest against his and his arms circle around you, as if he’s shielding you from the outside world; it’s just the two of you, no one else but you and him in this bed and in your minds. It’s as if the rest of the world doesn’t exist.

“I was just counting the days,” he murmurs into your hair. “I was going crazy by the end of it though.”

You chuckle, “you didn’t find anyone to keep you warm while I was gone?”

You ask the question tentatively masked by a joking façade but you fear the answer. The two of you hadn’t had the time to really define the boundaries of your relationship before you’d gone and it was still relatively new. His arms tighten over you.

“Of course not.” He pulls back to look at your face. “You’re mine. Mine to me.”

Your heart skips a beat at his words.

“You’re mine too,” you whisper, leaning forward to kiss his nose. “Mine to me.”

“You’re the only one that has me, baby,” he murmurs. “And you’re the only one I’m ever gonna want.”

A small smile crosses your lips.

Yours. His. Mine.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes gif #bucky #writing #bucky barnes fanfic #captain america fanfic #fan fiction #winter soldier fanfic #Winter Soldier #the winter soldier #winter soldier gif #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #marvel #bucky barnes one shot

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heartoferebor · 3 years ago

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“End of Year” Questions for Writers and Artists

Thank you so much @justleaf for the tag! ❤❤❤ I just realised I’ve written 49 fics this year (not counting the ones on Tumblr only), with at least one more to come. Jfc.

Tagging @scylla-rammshorn, @she-who-drank-vodka-with-cats, @camilleisback @aloe-casia @punchsomeoneforme-willyou @hehearse in return! As well as some people whose art/writing I love but who I’m in too much awe of to talk to directly - @octinary @eredins-a-king-aint-he @bomberqueen17 @calyxestra @zkretchy if any of you are interested! :D

Questions: 1. What project are you most proud of and why? 2. Which project did you have the most fun making? 3. Which project was the most unexpected and/or challenging and why? 4. Which project would you like to receive more attention? 5. Is there a project you intended to work on but couldn’t find the time? If so, what is it? 6. Have you noticed an improvement in your skill this year? Did a specific project help? 7. If you could remake any project you’ve created this year, which one would it be and why? 8. What project would you like to make next year?

All my answers are under the cut! :D Beware, I ramble a lot.

1. What project are you most proud of and why?

Does the entirety of Febuwhump count? On January 3rd 2020 (about a week after I got into The Witcher and realised it was going to rule my life for the next few years lmao) I decided I wanted to write a fic for each day of Febuwhump and that each fic would be 2k or longer. I ended up writing 112k (29 fics) in 11 fandoms over the span of 56 days. I literally did nothing but work my day job, play Witcher 3, work out, eat and write for those two months haha. I love challenges like these - and for most of it I had tons of fun (especially with stuff I don’t usually find time to write, like Aragorn/Boromir or Geralt/Aragorn)! It was only the last week or so where I got REALLY stressed because some fics ended up waaaaaaay longer than planned (looking at you, Eye for an Eye and Like Air!).

If we are talking about single fics, it’s a tossup between To the Ground and Old Rain. I wrote both of those in that rare state I sometimes I get into where I just can’t stop writing and every word hurts but also feels RIGHT. (Usually, my writing is very methodical - 250 words per day per project, every day, unless I am away in the evenings).

I think To The Ground is still one of the most in-character things I’ve ever written and I still don’t know if I’ll ever be able to capture Iorveth and Roche quite like this again, in their whole endlessly tragic glory. Old Rain is...well. Old Rain. That one was an exorcism of some old, old ghosts and a meditation on the horrible force that love is and the terrible and beautiful things it enables us to do. And the soft and quiet end that comes once you’ve finally laid your demons to rest, knowing that you will never truly be whole, but a little less broken at least. Love. Love is always the answer.

I also have to give a special shoutout to Broken Pieces of the Night, which is also one of this fics where everything just felt right when I was writing it.

2. Which project did you have the most fun making?

The most fun I’ve had writing anything is actually something I’m finishing up right now and that will be done in the next few days, hopefully. HA. But that’s a cop-out. Cooperating with @camilleisback for Hunting Monsters was fantastic, we were on a RIDE with that one! The big bangs I’ve participated in were also all great, every single one of the artists I was paired with was WONDERFUL.

Also the crackships, like Geralt/Aragorn and Geralt/Venom :D

3. Which project was the most unexpected and/or challenging and why?

Oof, that’s a difficult one. I’m struggling a lot with Chapter 4 of Simplicity right now - mostly because I really REALLY want to get to a certain scene, but to get there I’ve got so much else to write first, and I’m trying to figure out how Iorveth reacts to and interacts with all the other people at Kaer Morhen and it’s a big cast and yeah :V . I was also very very nervous about making Iorveth ace in that fic and rewrote chapters 2 and 3 a bunch of times. Things that are too close to my own life are usually something I avoid putting in fic, funnily enough.

I also spent a lot of time deleting and re-writing things in Our times, because there was a lot of stuff I really wanted to get right. (There are actually huge chunks that I ended up deleting in the end because I chickened out. One day I’ll manage to write a fic that includes this stuff. One day I’ll find the courage and do it. One day :))

4. Which project would you like to receive more attention?

Any of my Vesemir-centric fics haha! Listen, carrying the Vesemir Simp Society/ old wolf DILF fandom almost entirely on my shoulders is hard, hard work okay. 😂😂😂

But yes, ofc it’s gonna be Old Rain. And Every Little Scar. And I know exactly why they haven’t received as much attention as some of my other works - one is Vesemir’s life story and something that, I imagine, is quite triggering for a lot of people to read because there’s a lot of abuse and broken souls in there. And the other comes with the ‘major character death’ tag EVEN THOUGH HE GETS UNBURIED, MIGHT I ADD, which is usually also a big detractor in fics.

I’d also love to have more people on the Iorveth/Letho boat with me because hoooly moly is that an interesting ship. Go, read Distractions.

5. Is there a project you intended to work on but couldn’t find the time? If so, what is it?

There’s a few that I hope I’ll get around to in the new year if time allows! I still have that 5+1 Filavandrel/Vesemir thing knocking around in my brain, as well as some modern Rorveth and Iorveth/Letho set in the same universe. And I really want to write some more Geralt/Eskel in an AU for this painting.

(In the meantime, you should all go read C’s The Right Hand of a King, which is based on the same piece of art and UTTERLY breathtaking. It’s just so good.)

I’m also very fond of the idea that I used as basis for Seedlings, where Vesemir lives and turns Kaer Morhen into a true home for wayward witchers, so that all those still spread across the continent without a home now have somewhere to go. Vesemir and Letho interacting is something I need to write more of (as is Letho and Eskel interacting, I’ve realised).

I also have yet another original novel idea that I want to write. Let’s see if that goes anywhere or goes to the graveyard or half-finished novels like the previous three, rip. (Original settings and characters are so HARD hnkdhfks)

6. Have you noticed an improvement in your skill this year? Did a specific project help?

Heck yeah! Trite as it sounds, but practice is really important for me in learning a skill and writing soooo much this year has really helped me focus and improve my writing in areas I felt I was shaky at. I’m so proud to see how far I’ve come in comparison to my first fics in English ten years ago! In particular, I think I’ve gotten a lot better at the gritty/gory bit of whump and porn, lol (though I blame the latter on HRT...). I’ve also become better at weaving themes in general into my work, I feel. I did a lot of planning for Every Little Scar with deliberate foreshadowing, callbacks and themes and all that between the different chapters and I loved seeing that come to fruition. I wonder how many people noticed any of that 😂.

7. If you could remake any project you’ve created this year, which one would it be and why?

That’s gonna be the fic I wrote for Day 11 of Febuwhump lmao. I hate the damn thing because as I was writing I had already started detesting the ship and you can really tell in the final product imo. I’d rewrite for a different ship now - in fact I’d have deleted it if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s part of the Febuwhump challenge I set myself and I can’t just leave a gaping hole in the middle of it, no no no.

8. What project would you like to make next year?

I basically answered this under 5, whoops. Here, let’s talk about cosplay stuff instead - I really want to finish my cosplays for Father Gascoigne, Iorveth and Eskel next year! :))))

#my fic #ask game #THANK U FOR ASKING look at how i ramble sheeeeeeeeesh #about me

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giyuwu-san · 4 years ago

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love is blind // oikawa tooru (drabble!)

— “You met me yesterday.” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question.”

↱ PAIRING : Oikawa Tooru x GN!Reader

↱ WORD COUNT : 979

↱ WARNINGS : Mentions of claustrophobia, nyctophobia and anxiety, Tooru being annoying ig

↱ TAGS : @tetsujime @ineedselfcontrol-helpme @lulukolelouch

↱ ASK : Oikawa and “You met me yesterday,” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question,” this drama queen I swear to God would say something like that 😌

↱ AUTHOR’S NOTE : jesus christ im finally back oh my god. first uni applications have been fucking me over and now my laptop keybaord broke so I had to order a new keyboard jfc. But everything’s starting to get sorted out now so I think I’ll be back for good (fingers crossed hopefully I didn’t just jinx myself.) BUT ANYWAYS the power went out last night (12 mn) and it only came back now (3:50 pm) sigh. the world truly is plotting against me, but yeah since I was writing this when we didnt have any power let’s just say I was a little inspired.

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"So," the brunette beside you said. "How was your day?"

You looked at him, hoping he couldn't see the way your eye was twitching in sheer annoyance. The absurdity of the situation finally sinking in as you paced around the unmoving elevator.

This could not be happening right now.

"I'm currently stuck in the elevator with you, so things are going quite swimmingly." You sighed out a chuckle.

"Aw, thank you!" he replied in earnest.

You sighed once more. It wasn't worth being mean to the man beside you when he hadn't really done anything wrong besides being insufferable. Especially when you had just met him yesterday by fate, and by the looks of things, fate had a funny way of toying with you.

"Oikawa Tooru," he said suddenly, hand reaching out for you to hesitantly shake it, "—by the way."

"L/N Y/N," you huffed out.

After that, a few minutes passed without a word being spoken.

Oikawa sighed.

"We should probably sit down," he said and sat down by the elevator wall.

You followed shortly, sitting a respectable distance from the man beside you.

"Does it look like it's gonna take long?" you asked, your fingers nudging against each other on your lap.

"Yeah," he sighed once more, the chipper aura he had a few minutes prior, disappearing into a helpless slump. He leaned his head into the wall behind him.

Another set of wordless minutes passed after that.

"What's your favorite color?" Oikawa asked suddenly.

"I'm sorry?" you turned to him, bewildered.

"What's your favorite color," he turned his head towards you. "We might as well kill time. I ask you a personal question, you ask me a personal question, and then we never see each other ever again."

"We're in the same class," you said blankly.

"Yes, but that's beside the point."

You groaned, letting your forehead fall into your knees after having propped them up earlier. You thought for a moment, or longer than that, and let the silence consume you for a while. Maybe it was because you were tired from work, or because his voice is annoying, or maybe because today just wasn't your day. You sat there and let yourself forget for a moment, giving in to the simple act of doing nothing, and thinking of nothing just for a little while.

You sit up straight again and let your legs fall flat onto the floor.

"Fine," you said finally. "My favorite color's—"

And it went on like that for a good while. Tossing around questions that meant nothing and everything. It was simple in a way, you asked a question, and he answered. Maybe Oikawa Tooru wasn't so insufferable after all.

"Why're so grumpy?" he asked.

Maybe.

"Work," you answered simply. "Why're you so annoying?"

He hummed as if in thought. "Because I like annoying grumpy people?"

You remembered Iwaizumi, the poor soul. He was another person you met after transferring to Aoba Jousei yesterday, as well as a regular at the ramen restaurant you worked at part-time.

"Makes sense," you said.

"Okay, next question, what are you—"

Suddenly, the elevator jolted, and everything went dark. The lights had gone out. You screamed louder than you would have liked.

"Fuck," you said, your hands placed on each side of you clenching into fists.

"Hey, you okay?" he said warily. He couldn't exactly see you now with the lights out, but your scream and shaky voice were enough to make him aware of your shaken up demeanor.

He scooted closer to you, careful not to bump into you.

"Finish your other question first, asshole," you said. Not exactly meaning the last part, but you weren't necessarily in the brightest of spirits.

"Oh, sorry," he said. "What are you afraid of?"

You shrunk into yourself. Your knees once again finding comfort squeezed into your torso, your arms wrapped around them.

"Elevators, the dark, the idea that things might go wrong," you said.

"Yeah, I can see that," he said, which surprisingly enough made you chuckle. He turned his head towards you, or at least towards where he felt your presence was.

"Okay, so," started again. "You okay?"

You almost said you were, maybe it was because you worked customer service, but you weren't at work anymore. This time it was different. So you answered honestly.

"No," you said. "I'm not okay."

"Yeah," he said back.

And for the third time, it was quiet for a few minutes.

"It's your turn to ask a question," he said, breaking the silence.

"Oh," you sat up straighter. "Yeah, right."

You cleared your throat.

"Uhm, why are you suddenly not annoying?" you asked finally.

"Because you probably wouldn't like that, I would like to annoy you but, I care for you so, I'll hold back for now."

"You met me yesterday."

"Yes, and I would die for you. Next question," he said, and you laughed.

He was thankful it was too dark for you to see the light blush on his cheeks.

"It's your turn to ask a question," you said back, still laughing softly.

"Oh, Uhm," he fumbled. "Next time I come to your restaurant, eat with me?"

"Will you be paying?" you replied.

"Fine," he said without really thinking.

"Sure then," you chuckled. "Let's eat together."

And funnily enough, the lights decided to turn back on, and so did the elevator. Both of you breathing out a sigh of relief.

Oikawa pressed a floor on the elevator, the floor you both came from earlier today.

"Let's eat together now then. Sitting in a dark elevator really made me hungry." He said, and you rolled your eyes.

"You're annoying," you say to him, looking him in the eyes.

He gave you a cheeky smile. The elevator doors opened, and the ramen restaurant you worked at being the first thing you see.

"And you make good ramen."

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rayaari-my-beloved · 3 years ago

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You know, as forgiving and trusting as Benja is, I think he would have a harder time forgiving Virana than anybody else.

I dont think he was ever mad at Namaari, so she is kinda surprised by Benja accepting and being so kind to her.

But Virana, now that is where he has the hardest time of his life when trying to rebuild Kumandra, because not only did SHE betray him, she even dared to use her own daughter to do so, and to use Namaari against Raya was the last straw.

I like to think that once Raya and Namaari become friends, Benja and Virana also star to get along and Virana apologizes to him and hopefully they have an adult conversation and he explains why he was so mad at her or something.

After that bump, or more like mountain, between them, they finally start teasing their daughters because they are still dumb lesbians and dont see they like each other, like jfc who raised these kids.

But that's all, i like the fandom version of Virana better lol

#ratld #raya and the last dragon #benja #virana #namaari #mine

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seijorhi · 3 years ago

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asks :))

what i have learned today is that y’all wanna get fucked by some monsters...

What does nostos mean? What language is it in? 🤔 also I of course loved it, mind blown as usual queen

it’s ancient greek! it means homecoming, the idea of a triumphant return home for the hero after a long journey. i found it through looking at the root of nostalgia. in this fic of course it’s kind of a grim tongue in cheek play on it. the reader’s coming back to the mountains, but she’s running away after a bad breakup, and the welcome she gets is... shall we say less than ideal haha

Just read nostos-

First of all as a person who reads monster shit- hell ya. Mhm. That’s some good shit right there. That was DELICIOUS horror. It actually had me a bit nervous and afraid to read what was gonna happen next 😳

Secondly- omg I wanna know what happened next (at the end) 👀 know what I mean??? 😼

ANYWAY AS ALWAYS you never disappoint and your writing is fantastic (if/when you write horror yandere stuff again I’ll be there- frothing at the mouth. A+++++ work ILY💖)

you want me to write the monster porn, just say it bby ghfjdkshgfjkd but ty

Omfg that fic was so good!

Did the readers mom know about monster kuroo?? Or was she just worried because of the previous murder? And did Kuroo somehow manipulate reader into coming back to the forest or was it just a big coincidence? (👁👄👁 there's no such thing as a coincidence)

Looking forward to your future work <3

ty nonnie!! i didn’t have the right space for it, but after kohsuke was ripped apart and eaten kuroo stayed by the reader’s side until late in the night, only disappearing when he heard the reader’s parents/search party approaching. they found her lying in pools of blood (and scattered half eaten body parts), shaking and unresponsive – they knew no animal could’ve done something like that. so they knew something lurked in those woods, but considering the reader had repressed the memories, her mom couldn’t just come out and say it <33

You are an AMAZING horror writer!!!

The uneasiness I got from the conversations with the mom is just *chefs kiss*

A+++++

ahh thank you!! horror is such a hard genre to write because i’m never sure if the suspense and everything’s gonna hit right haha

I read Nostos before going to sleep last night and at the time I was like “sure hope this doesn’t give me nightmares” and thankfully it didn’t lol. But I think I’m willing to take that chance again because it’s so GOOD and I think I’m just going to have to relive it – @ohno-otome

fhdjgbfhjkdfn i’m glad it didn’t give you nightmares bby!! but i also appreciate that haha, i’m an absolute wimp with scary movies and stuff but i just can’t stop watching them haha

I just wanna say that I was listening to "You're a psychotic villain playlist" on youtube while reading Kuroo's oneshot and I can't explain the emotions I felt, but I'd let Kuroo do things to me asdfghjkl – @itishebihime-samaforyou

ooh nice! sometimes the right playlist makes things doubly as fun haha

OH MY GOD!?!?! Nostos was soooo GOOD?!?!? Like it was so creepy (but in a good way), and scary and suspenseful!! And the ending!?!? Omggg honestly one my fav fics from you!! You did my mans Kuroo justice 🥺💖💕

TYYYYYYY i was genuinely concerned i was gonna scare everybody off haha

Ah! The new fic! Chiefs kiss! Magnificent! Bravo!🧚‍♀️✨🧞‍♀️🦖🦭🌹💫

tysm nonnie!!! <33

i’m pretty sure i’m in the same/similar timezone as you? and i do be staying up late to be one of the first to read your fics (i usually stay up late anyways). so imagine my surprise when i see you post in the afternoon. in conclusion, whether you post to align with your european and american readers’ timezone, my gmt+10 arse will still be one of the first to read your fics. also nostos sjdufigyyjf i have to admit, i recently just found out about monster fucking and nostos scratched the itch😫 i feel bad for kohsuke though

bby i always post at like 2-4 in the morning please get some sleep!! the fics will be there in the morning lmao. i kinda low key forget about my aussie/gmt+10 followers because i think there’s like... 3 of you haha

Honestly if i could give u a dollar everytime i got off to your fics, you'd probably be rich by now

lmao the idea that people find my fics hot enough to get off to still blows my mind lol

your newest kuroo fic was so SO good!! its totally okay if you dont want to answer this so you can keep things ambiguous but is monster kuroo planning on killing the reader after he's...done with them

thank you, bby!! but no, monster kuroo isn’t gonna eat her – he’s had plenty of chances to do that if that’s what he wanted, but he has other plans for the poor reader

RHI, I WANT TO STATE FOR THE RECORD THAT I AM OKAY WITH MORE MONSTER FUCKING IN THE FUTURE. i also want to say im not a monster fucker, but that just feels like a lie at this point. okay, now that that's off my chest, i love it. the mystery, the connections of kuroo to a cat. kuroo's probably gonna go and batter around his prey once they're under his grip like my cat does. hopefully the reader will come out somewhat unscathed, if they are ever allowed to leave 😌 love this, love how different it is, the way kuroo just tries to weasel in. very monster and yandere vibes, very you. have i said i love this yet?? id willingly let him get me drunk on his cock, maybe never leave the peace of the mountains again

‘i want to say that i’m not a monster fucker’ bby the denial will get you nowhere haha. just lean in and embrace it hgfjkdlkfgjnkdl ahh but thank you this is such a sweet ask ILY!!!

Omg omg the monster thing kuroo was in ur latest fic is so familiar to me abdhdmfnjfjf. I remember being told abt a monster with VERY SIMILAR characteristics to it (aka the not being able to go inside a house unless invited and using fire to lure ppl out) AND JFC IT TERRIFIED ME. Esp how when i told ppl around me and they didnt recognize what it was, but it was somehow known to the kid that told me abt it.

(Some ppl thought it was familiar but still didnt know what it was)

Do u know what im talking abt? Hopefully u do

-🥚

GHFJDK so the monster in this is kind of based off the nekomata spirit in japanese folklore - they can appear like people, torment victims by reanimating the corpses of their loved ones, they’ve been blamed for forest fires, so it was just fun to use that as a basis and then go buck wild haha. anyway thanks for the ask bby!

Rest In Peace Kohsuke, you would’ve loved Haikyuu season 5😔✊– @joyvstheworld

poor kohsuke deserved better, i’m just mean to the oc’s i throw into fics haha

Monsterfucking ❤❤❤❤❤❤ a little annoyed you're making me simp for yan Kuroo though (a vibe tho tbh). You're so extremely talented!!!! &

This is probably a stupid question, but how did Kageyama react when he couldn't find y/n? How is life with yan Suga? I imagine probably awful BUT yknow maybe the stockholm syndrome set in fast lmao. Sorry, I'm going on a binge reading your stuff. - @oracleofdin

i will not apologise for making you simp for kuroo he deserves it the man’s a snacc. and as far as your second question, suga’s a very caring, very smothering kinda yandere, so i guess in some ways it’s better than what the reader had with kageyama but... pick your poison haha

That was so good. I’m so shook rn I can’t comprehend anything but how good that was and how good a writer you are

TYSM NONNIE!!! <33

Ok, so, I just read Final Girl and the lil' ticket addition to it and just---

Well, ok I've been playing Dead by Daylight a lot lately? And I'm just picturing Tetsu as the newest killer "The Trickster" and I'm positively RANDY.

Your writing is ALREADY thirst inducing and just as satisfying, but this has SENT ME- If you're not familiar, please...

https://youtu.be/iowkiPobYYQ

Understand my thirst. (I'd also like to clarify, I use a different skin for him that gives him black hair and he looks like Kuroo with an undercut.)

~ @the-casual-hedonist 🌸

i love how feral y’all got for final girl kuroo. like bo and akaashi had his fans, but i put a spiked bat in kuroo’s hands and y’all lost your goddamn minds and i love to see it. fghdjkvhfjdkls thanks for the ask bby

idk why but I love preggo reader as long as I don't pretend it's me 😢✋ I hate babies n pregnancy anywhere else other than horny haikyuu fics

i think that’s a valid thing for a lot of fans. the idea of breeding is sexy, the actual getting pregnant and having a kid thing... not so much. but especially with non-con scenario’s, it’s more about the aspect on control than the actual desire to have kids. but yeah, i feel you

Sorry to bother but uh was just wondering in fracture did Osamu kill his wife or was it actually an “unfortunate event” ? Love your work btw!!

he most certainly did :))

LMFAO RHI i totally get not liking cheating/infidelity fics (towards reader) bc IT HIRTS ME SO BAD I CANNOT HANDLE THOSE.

id be reading fics those fics like: tf you mean my yandere aimt gonna baby me and only want me??🤨🤨🤨⁉️‼️

EXACTLY! listen i get that it’s a fucked up fantasy, but in my fucked up fantasy you damn well better have the decency to be loyal smh

Finders keepers is the most beautiful thing I've read by you: I read it twice like I normally do and here's what I figured out the second time (that's when I analyze it and find the little tidbits of things that are much darker than they appear (: )

To start I LOVE THE DETAILS OF THEM NEVER TEACHING READER ANYTHING- at first I assumed "oh they might see her as a little sister or child or something" but realized thAT WAS THE ISSUE!! they infantilize her and isolate her from everyone but her group. the small details like that are what make the story amazing 😎💅

ahh thank you so much, nonnie!! pls this is making me soft 🥺

I just wanted to stop by and say that I love your writing and I hope you're doing well!!! Drink plenty of water and keep up the amazing work :) but seriously you're one of the best fanfic writers I've seen on tumblr! I read your "Imitation" piece about kuroo and i keep coming back to it, it's so good! I did want to ask if you think it'd be possible for the reader to ever escape with the baby (or at least attempt to). Or if Kenma would "help" at all just to put an end to kuroo's antics lmao

kenma would in no way help the reader, and tbh by that point if kuroo did get her pregnant, she’d be far too emotionally dependant on him to actually even want to leave, but thanks for the ask!

You know who I think would be a perfect Yandere in the JJK world? Choso.

🚨Spoilers Ahead🚨

After being locked in a glass jar for however long he was, and all that happened with his brothers, I feel like he would absolutely never let his darling out of his sight. He would be possessive. Obsessive. And Oh So delusional. Sure he’d be your anything - he truly is a softy - but to what end?🤤

choso would make an excellent yandere, ngl 😌

what au/troupe of your fav character(s) that you have written do you like the most?

(rlly hope this makes sense🙏)

i am always a slut for soulmate au’s :))

#ask #anon #rhi answers #ohh so many asks #i love you guys <33 #fic q's

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