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STILL HAVING SUCH A NORMAL ONE ABOUT THAT RGGJO BUT NO Y7JO GETTING REALLY GOOD AT HOUSEWORK I SEE THE VISION… I'm pickin' up what you're puttin' down…
Because I've always wondered how unprepared Jo would've been going into everything. On one hand, he did leave home really young, but since he was working and Ikumi wasn't, one could argue Ikumi would've been the one to handle the housework at least while they were together.
Inversely, I do kiiind of feel like Jo would've done at least Some Things when he could to ease the burden on Ikumi based on his attempt to comfort her at the station. I'm reading way too much into it but it's notable that, despite him definitely being a smoker and them hoping for a miscarriage, the ashtray in their apartment is spotless.
But we only really see his living situation when he's with Ikumi and don't get to see what--if anything--changes when he's on his own, when he has to do everything and not just Some Things. But with regard to food, if you're in survival mode like that, while it is more economical to make food at home, it would make sense that any quality of cooking would be passable. That's not going to fly with a kid who's lived in the lap of luxury his whole life.
So I've always had a lot of feelings about Jo Bettering Himself for Masato's sake (even when Masato isn't necessarily being reasonable) and his overblown neurosis at the prospect of falling short--the post you mentioned in your tags is Exactly It. But, you know, it's cheesy, but I firmly believe he could do whatever he set his mind to, if he can manage to learn Every Martial Art and become a glorified (and very competent) accountant after dropping out of high school.
Also uhhhhhhhh entire post reminded me of this (びら on Pixiv) that's it that's the ask
Ok I'm glad we both caught on to Jo's attempt to console Ikumi and the considerably-clean home. Evidently he was probably self-sufficient enough, but nothing extraordinary- just whatever passed as 'suitable' for them, so it's not as though he's going in totally clueless (but certainly not knowledgeable enough to match Masato's extremely-high standards. Bless Arakawa but he definitely spoiled him a little).
Even if it is a 'cheesy' sentiment, Jo very much has proven that so long as it's for Masato, he's willing to do anything and everything no matter how big (joining the yakuza) or small (probably like. learning how to make quiche)
#snap chats#I WANTED TO REPLY TO THIS LAST NIGHT BUT I GOT A BAD STOMACH BUG EW i'm fine now tho :]#ALSO very happy to see you liked the RGGJo i posted- i definitely hoped you would lkarejlvkej#anyway neglected kids usually pick up on how to do basic things for themselves- some dont obvi#but if jo's ready to lay asphalt on the road by 15 then he probably took like. five minutes to learn how to crack an egg for himself#my favorite Lonely Child's meal growing up was simple yakimeshi- def not a hard meal to make so i imagine he can do at least that#but i can just very clearly see in my brain jo just becoming appalled at his son's standards#cause i mean. on the one hand He's Definitely In Great Hands Now but on the other hand Oh God He Was In REAL Great Hands How The Fuck#ah... now i just really wanna do something with this whole topic it's one of my faves cause it amuses me so much#makes me think plenty.. im sure jo felt a great deal of inadequacy when he finally got to see the full of masato's new life#cause surely- in his eyes- he probably never would have been able to give him such a pleasant life how can he live up to this#just more reason to try harder and assimilate into properly that life right#a small unrelated aside tho now that we're talkin bout ikumi i wonder what she would've done if she did get masato back#i mean they really didnt have means to take care of him but still.. i wonder if she misses him#maybe /i/ care too much about ikumi verALKEJ#FINAL NOTE BACK ON TRACK THOUGH pixiv tells me ive seen this post before but i have no memory of it#but thats EXACTLY the vision and its so cute.. that's how it is in my heart#thanks for writin in and indulgin my goofy ass LMAO
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gentle lover── pt. 1 ❝ his favorite place to kiss you ❞
Ⅰ. tokyo revengers ft. k. hajime, i. seishu, m. chifuyu, h. ran, h. rindou. h. shuji Ⅱ. blurbs Ⅲ. tw. the haitaini brothers are asses, reader is shorter than hanma. Ⅳ. a/n. i'm writin my faves to get into the groove of it !! gonna try to include as many of the main characters as i possibly can in this short little series since it's easy to write and good practice
── kokonoi hajime. nape of your neck hajime hates standing in front of people, so he's almost always standing behind you, his watchful gaze always scanning the area for any lingering threats no matter how peaceful the world may seem around you. he just wants the best for you, that much he knows for certain. he worries too much, that you'll be taken away from him before he's really had a chance to protect you, and this overprotectiveness manifests in several different ways. but sometimes, when he's absolutely sure that the two of you are safe, and you're well protected, he'll lean forward, arms lazily wrapping around your waist, pulling himself closer. you can feel just how much he needed the contact by the grip on you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, as if he were trying to memorize everything about you. almost without thinking, his soft lips find the skin of the back of your neck, pressing kisses along your nape until the stress in his body has relaxed. you can feel him smile against your skin as you lean into his touch, needing him just as much as he needed you. he lets his kisses tell you exactly how much he loves you.
── inui seishu. hand seishu is a man known for just using a few words to get his point across, but no one can deny that he's absolutely a gentleman when he wants to be. and for you, he wants to be a gentleman all the time. his rough around the edges and blunt personality are no match for how happy he is when he gets to see you smile a truly happy smile, so he finds himself softening just slightly around you, more so for anyone else. he greets you the exact same no matter where you are or what you're doing, gently taking your hand and bringing it up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the back of your hand. it's so sweet, and never fails to bring that smile to your face, which is exactly what he's aiming for. if he can start off every interaction with you smiling, then he knows that he's done a good job as your boyfriend. and now, with your hand in his, he has a perfect excuse to link your fingers together so the two of you aren't separated. doing small things like this has become an unconscious act for him. loving you has become something of a necessity for him.
── matsuno chifuyu. cheek chifuyu prides himself on being a cool and reliable partner, or at least, he tries his hardest to be. he wants to be someone you can lean on when you've had a hard day, someone who can make you cheer you up even on the worst days. he's driven by a sense of right and wrong, wanting to do good for the people around him, and of course, you were the most important person in his life for him. he knew that he could be sarcastic sometimes, and even with as sweet as he tried to be, sometimes his words came out the wrong way, so he didn't like to lean too hard into his words all the way. sometimes all that was necessary was a silly little gesture. the one that he was most fond of himself was to take your face with both of his hands and pepper kisses all along your cheeks until you were nothing but a giggling, blushy mess for him. it made his own face flush up, watching you squirm and try not to laugh as you were bombarded with millions of little kisses all around your perfect face. to him, nothing was better than seeing you laugh like this.
── haitani ran. temple ran likes to surprise you with simple little surprises. he enjoys the way you jump slightly if he sneaks up on you, and the way you glare his way if he's done something a little too silly for your liking. a secret joy of his is the way that he loves you when he thinks you aren't prepared for it, because he's always so stupidly in love with you. he likes feeling your body tense and then relax as his arms find their way around your body, instinctually calmed down just by his presence. he'll hold you like this for as long as possible, whether that's two minutes or two hours, it makes no difference to him. just being able to have that contact with you for any amount of time is a good time for him. he'll lean over, nuzzle your cheek slightly, sorta like a cat almost, before kissing there. and he'll kiss everywhere he can reach. your cheek, forehead, neck, anywhere. but he always goes back to your temple, holding himself for a moment there so he could feel your heartbeat against his skin, the way it quickens just for him. he loves knowing that he has this kind of affect on you, and he'll never take it for granted.
── haitani rindou. corner of mouth rindou finds it so silly how easy it is to rile you up. its as if no matter what he does, he's always going to find a way to annoy you even just a little bit, and that definitely holds true when he's being all lovey dovey with you. he can't help himself, he just loves the way your eyebrows knit together and that adorable pout on your lips when he does something he knows will annoy you just a touch. he'll give you what you want, he always does, but he likes making you at least ask for it, sometimes more if he's feeling a little more devious than normal. when kissing you, he always makes it a point to kiss you everywhere except for where you want to be kissed. first your forehead, then your nose, then your jawline, then your cheek. and finally, when you've asked him enough times to kiss you on your lips, he'll kiss the very corner of your mouth, just barely any contact at all. it never fails to make you whine just a little bit, sometimes you'll even take it upon yourself to kiss him if you're fed up enough with his crap. he thinks it's adorable, and he has no intention of stopping.
── hanma shuji. top of head shuji loves that he can rest his head on top of yours pretty easily. nothing like having his partner in his arms as they chatted about nothing in particular, watching the world around them. he's an unabashed lover, it would take a lot more than anything you could do to embarrass him, and he most certainly wasn't embarrassed about holding what was his, especially if he were in front of other people. but it's not always around other people, either. sometimes he's just at home with you, with you sat in between his legs on the couch, and his slender arms wrapped around your frame, his chin resting on top of your head. he'll mumble something about how you can't sit still, but he makes no movement to try to get you away from him. instead, he picks his head up, and leans down slightly, gently kissing your scalp. it's such a tender moment for a man like him, who prides himself on being someone unpredictable and wild. but it does never fail to earn a surprised little gasp from you, so he supposes it still counts.
──kokonoiis 2024
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Fyodor Will Be Fine
Back to writin' this. Assuming that the anime is following hte manga's path (likely), Fyodor's gonna be fine y'all. Eventually.
I mean, first and most obviously, we still don't know Fyodor's ability. That's kinda important lol and set up as a major mystery.
Fyodor as Jesus
Fyodor's last words are "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" aka Jesus' last words (or among his last words). I mean, think about what happens after Jesus dies. It's kinda the whole basis of Christianity.
But there's another layer to the whole Fyodor=Jesus thing. Actually, a couple layers. See, Dostoyevsky was himself very Christian, as much theologian as novelist. So the comparison very much makes sense.
Jesus is the Son of God in Christianity... and Fyodor? He's also the son of God.
God is a Character
This God figure Fyodor references is probably an actual person, and God is probably Tolstoy. I'm sorry but there is 0 chance we are getting Dostoyevsky and a whole host of Russian novelists but not Tolstoy who could have "War and Peace" as his ability. Not to mention... the set up is kinda perfect?
Tolstoy's three novels are War and Peace, Anna Karenina, and... Resurrection. Gee I wonder what his ability might be and how that ties into Fyodor (it's also surely not unheard of for Asagiri to use multiple literary references in an ability).
What is Tolstoy's relationship with Fyodor? Probably a parent-child one. I'd say it's extremely obvious, actually, that parent/child relationships are a main theme of this arc, even if the parental-child relationships are not actual flesh and blood.
Gogol-Fyodor parallel Chuuya-Dazai, Kunikida-Dazai, Tecchou-Jouno, and Atsushi-Akutagawa. All of these pairings also have parental figures (Mori, Fukuzawa, Fukichi, Dazai) except Gogol-Fyodor, who are themselves parental figures to Sigma. I highly doubt Fyogol is the exception, though.
If there is no god, then I am god
Anyways if Tolstoy is introduced, it would kinda be perfect to have him thematically in this role of family. Because the real life Tolstoy was actually terrible to his family despite his altruistic, idealistic pacifism that directly influenced Gandhi (with whom he corresponded). And also because he wrote one of the most famous opening lines in all of literature which would kinda sorta address all the pseudo-parental relationships in the entire story:
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way
It fits super perfectly.
#fyodor dostoevsky#bsd#bsd theories#bsd theory#they will be fine#bungou stray dogs#bsd anime#bsd meta
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Night watch
Reader: fem reader in mind. Comparing to Nami and Robin and use of the words pretty and beautiful
Warnings: Talk of insecurity from the readers perspective. It's only for a small short portion and it's mild but if you feel that may make you uncomfortable please be warned
Context: Unable to sleep Sanji comes to visit you
Wc: 2.4k
A/n: Here's my second fic so far, I'm honestly enjoyin writin these. It's a little more self indulgent but sfw so I hope y'all don't mind ^x^ I hope y'all like it 💛 ( also happy Valentine's for those who celebrate it ) oh yeah also, I got the idea for this after spammin 'I carrion (Icarian)' by Hozier into my skull so do with that what you will
It was quiet. Unusually so.
The night high up above the ship while sat in the crow's nest usually was, being so far away from the snores of the sleeping crew will do that. But no, it was more silent than usual. The sea was in a rare state of calm for once. No frantic waves that crash against the wood of the ship and violently rock her inhabitants, no rumbles from winding and curling sea kings lingering from deep below the surface, no hint of marines or rival pirates on the horizon.
It was just calm. The moon shining down in glittering silver streaks on the waves that are gentle as they lap along the length of the Sunny, leaving you in near silence to sit alone with your thoughts. An opportunity to do what you liked without fear of teasing from the others no matter how lighthearted it was.
The silence was too deafening. Not even the guttural snores from some of the men sleeping next to him able to cut through the thick quiet. The cool night air reaching him even under the covers of the blanket draped over his frame. The silence thrumming in his inner ear only to be covered with his thoughts that won't seem to cease. First from what to cook in the morning, then to the unusually uncomfortable feeling of his shirt folding over itself beneath his back as it catches on the sheets, then to the familiar cold and dark surrounding him despite knowing that there's no reason to fear it. Not anymore, that's what he tells himself at least when he feels the fabric around him opposed to the memory of stone that drains the warmth from you.
Below deck things were in a similar state of calm, the soft rocking of the deck leading everyone to obtain a restful slumber. Similar to that of a crib or the curl of a parents arms around their child that breathes comfort into the bones of the crew.
All except for Sanji.
Deciding he'd had enough of staring into the void of the men's quarters he rises from his resting position to step outside and have a smoke. Hoping the familiar taste of nicotine on his tongue would calm him, even a little. If not then he'd just go ahead and get started on preparations for everyone's meal, if he's not going to be able to sleep he might as well make himself useful. Stepping out into the open air and lighting his cigarette as he takes in his surroundings. The night that should be comforting at the moment only making a strange sense of loneliness root into him before remembering you up above. Nigh watch. Some company might do him some good. Pleasant company at that. You never really seemed to turn him away and he's almost certain you won't now despite the late hour.
As he climbs his way up he slowly starts to hear the welcome sound of your voice. Already feeling his thoughts begin to quiet knowing that your presence is close by. Though there was something different to the sound this time around. It sounded sweeter, it was soft, there was a tune to it… you were singing. Something new and foreign to him but still leaving a warmth to settle in his skin and into the cavern of his chest. The sound of it was a little muffled due to the distance between the two of you but that was swiftly remedied by him hastening his climbing.
Soon enough he finds himself beneath the hatch of the crow's nest. His ears picking up every sound and syllable possible without opening the door. Unsure of if you would stop your singing if he did, which was the last thing he would want. If your singing voice was actually any good he would never be able to tell. Not due to being tone deaf, but because any sound of your voice being the equivalent of a choirs grace upon him. You could sound like a crow with a cold and he would still listen to every word from you like gospel. Each pitch of your voice like a balm to whatever wound plagued him mind, if even for a moment. He finds his feet moving before his mind can catch up, hands reaching up to open the hatch and climb inside. The need to see you overcoming his desire to listen.
Inside he sees you sat beside one of the large windows, blanket wrapped around your figure. More to provide comfort than to actually stave off any cold since the night was a pleasant temperature due to the climate you were currently sailing in. The note filled tones of your voice ceasing when the squeak of the hinge and floorboards meet your ears. Head whipping around to look at the tall man entering the space.
"Oh Sanji.. it's just you," letting the tension fall from your shoulders you speak once more " what're you doing up? Couldn't sleep?" Sanji lets a small string of smoke escape from his lips, the tendrils curling into the air and dissipating when he steps closer.
"Sleep is not coming easily to me tonight, no. I thought I would come to see how you were doing.. the night watch can be lonely with no one else awake." He answers as he brings himself to sit beside you. Quietly taking in the comfort you provide and giving you a smile.
"What I didn't expect when I stepped up though was to find a little songbird in the nest. Do you sing to yourself every time you hide yourself away up here mon chou?" He finds some satisfaction to see the slightly shy look to cross your face, watching you gather yourself after you had realized he heard you after all.
"Oh uh.. yeah, yeah I do most of the time." You answer softly as you avert your eyes away for a moment.
"It helps to pass the time." Sanji's expression warms at the admission. Imagining what the many melodies that cross your lips at night are as they float off into the air to be unheard by the rest of the crew. Knowing you would likely shoot down the notion of singing for him if he requested it he decided to ask a different question, not wanting to push his luck too much despite wanting to hear your voice not blocked by the wood of the hatch.
"And what were you singing if you don't mind me asking?"
"It.. it's a song based on Icarus." Sanji's eyebrows raise curiously at the answer, removing the cigarette from between his lips as he gives you his undivided attention. Not that he wasn't before but this had raised his interest in what you were singing.
"Icarus?" He parrots while looking to you. "The one who fell to the sea after his wings melted?"
"Mhm the same one." You hum in confirmation, hands fidgeting idly with the edge of my blanket and back leaning against the wooden wall behind it.
"Though.. the song takes a different turn than the actually story goes. It's kind of a love song, a more sad one… but a love song nonetheless. At least in my opinion." 'Ah, so that's why you had seemed more shy about admitting it' Sanji thinks to himself. He watches your expression while you talk and after you finish, taking it in along with the features of your face. It was something he doesn't think he could find himself growing tired of.
"Do you frequently sing yourself love songs?" He asks next, feeling it was the next natural course of conversation save for asking more about that song in particular.
"I.. I do, the more sad or quiet ones mostly." Curling your knees to your chest and bringing your heels to rest on the seat of the bench you continue.
"There's just… something nice about them, comforting in a way I suppose." Sanji lets the silence settle for a moment after you'd finished speaking. Mulling over your answer for a moment.
"Is it something you want?" He asks quietly, realizing the question might've sounded a little vague he narrows it down further.
"Love I mean, someone to share your life with after this is all over." The question seems to have struck a chord, watching your eyes as they turn away from him.
"It, i-it is. Though I know it's not something I will probably find." Sanji's eyes widen in surprise at the words leaving you. Not expecting them from you in the slightest.
"Why?" He asks quickly after you had spoken, your answer being something he couldn't quite believe. You are silent for a few moments, debating on whether or not to answer the question. The deafening quiet of the room returning to dig its way into their ears once more. Leading Sanji to believe that you weren't going to answer, though eventually you do peep one out.
"Well I'm not exactly the most um… desirable thing around. I'm not pretty like Nami and Robin, and I'm not smart or clever like them, I'm ugly and quiet and awkward and, and I'm just something someone would want-" Sanji quickly cuts you off from speaking. Not able to bare hearing you tear yourself down and speak such lies for another moment. The words leaving you making his heart stutter and sink, feeling the beating in his chest as he trains his eyes on you and snuffs his cigarette.
"No," he says firmly and with a sense of urgency "no, no you're perfect. You're everything I've ever dreamed of." He feels a stirring in his stomach. Hands reaching out to cup your cheeks and turn your attention to him, wanting to make sure his every word settled their way into your mind. Even if you didn't believe him, even if you thought he was lying, he wanted to make sure you knew what he felt when he looked at you. Feeling the warmth of your cheeks beneath his palms as his fingers curl past your jaw to brush beneath your ears.
"Every step you take whether it be to me or away leaves me breathless. Every breath and word from you is something that would make me crumble if I ever lost it." His thumbs gently smooth over the curve of your cheek, relishing in the feeling of your skin in his touch. The solitary of the night making him a little more bold in his words. Feeling like the calm and quiet is urging him to let out every thought and feeling he has ever had for you despite the fear of you not feeling the same. Not that he expected you to.
"Your eyes have the stars laying in them that I would pray to every night if it meant they would turn to gaze at me. Whether they're filled with the rage or exhaustion from a fight, the mirth from whatever you find funny at the time, or the sorrow of whatever you carry." He leans closer to you. His eyes beginning to reflect the dewy look that yours had taken.
"Every time I see you walk into a room it's like the world has become right and that the sun has finally turned to face me. I would gladly melt in the light of your sun and be your Icarus if I could even be near you for one lovely moment." His thumb softly moves to collect the tears beginning to slip down your cheeks, while he doesn't like the sight of your crying he takes it as a sign his words are sinking in.
"So please don't don't say you're undesirable or that you're unwanted. A world where that is true is one that doesn't exist, and it's a world where I'm not breathing." He takes in your face as he finally finishes speaking. The wide glassy eyes, the tremble in your lip, the burning of your cheeks seeping into his hands. It's something he'd burned into his memory. Finding you beautiful as your overcome with emotion. Eventually he goes to release you from his hands, not wanting to overstay his welcome with his touch no matter how much he craves to keep you to him. His thoughts telling him that you would never feel the same, something he is not a stranger to in the slightest. You'd never want someone like him.
At the feeling of his hands begin to lift you quickly stop him. Yours pressing on top of his on your cheeks as you sniffle and shake your head the best you can.
"Please don't go." The words are quiet and wobbly, whispered into the room as your hands press his into your skin more.
"You can't say that and then just leave. You can't just say that and not let me say that I love you too." His head snaps to you. His heart rapidly kicking up in response to the words. You liked him? You really did? It was almost inconceivable to him. The thought that you, the one who has seen him flounder around women, has seen him make a fool of himself, seen some of his worst moments.. that you had reciprocated, he couldn't believe it. But the way you were looking up at him. It was impossible to deny. He saw the way he looked at you reflected back at him. Something he had never noticed before when he was too focused on his work or your presence whenever you would grace him with it.
He quickly pulled you into his embrace. Arms wrapping around you tightly, almost feeling that it's not close enough. He finally had you in his arms. The scent of your conditioner and your skin filling his senses. Something he thought he would never be able to obtain. Leaning back just enough to where he can look into your eyes once more, noses almost brushing against one and other.
"Do you mean it? If you don't I don't think I will ever recover." He asks quietly, his breath mixing with yours as takes in everything of the moment.
"I do." He doesn't even give you time to say another word as he feels his heart skyrocket from elation. Crashing his lips to yours as he feels like he's overflowing with a joy and love, pouring his feelings into you and finding that the same is being returned. One hand cradling into your hair and the other meeting your back to pull you closer, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him in.
He had always expected his first kiss with you to be different. Gentle and soft after taking you to the most beautiful places he could find and proving himself to you, but this…
This was more perfect than anything he planned.
Finally finding the home of you within his grasp as you both sat high above the world.
#one piece x reader#sanji x reader#black leg sanji x reader#one piece sanji x reader#op x reader#one piece imagine#one piece#sanji x y/n#sanji x you#one piece fanfiction#fem reader
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Okay I remember writin something like how I like when the yans break the darlin, SO LET'S SEE HOW THE batboys(expect my lil baby damian) +batman (booo) REACTS TO BROKEN READER *happy sounds* Yippee
*dancin in angst*
Bruce/Batman : I can say I can see this man in absolute despair, he's going to be depressed, and at first if he's delusional he will be like "I'm happy they learned" and etc etc, but when he sees that no you're not doing that because you're better, no.. you're broken.. he broke you, he didn't taught, he didn't guide you.. He broke you into this way, and he fears that you won't come back, he fears you are already in the path of thinkin that you aren't a human being and that you should just obey and something won't happen. Please, this man is the best detective in the world, he probably has knowledge in the field of psychology and psychiatry, he must know that he caused you a mental breakdown, a mental breakdown. More dramatic (and better) If we speak in the "book" language and say that you lost that spark in your eyes, and they only shine when they are full of tears. At this point he will follow you every day and try to improve the situation, but he knows, deep down, that even now you are broken, you still feel aversion to him. (And still, he can't think of letting you go)
Dick/Nightwing : This man will NOT be calm, the moment he sees what he done, he will be at your feet begging, he will be pleas and absolute despair, he's not going to be subtle.. NO, he will be clear..very clear, you have to come back, to him, please? He will think so. He is a born manipulator, but still, he will be desperate, of course he will. If before you didn't have his presence at any moment, now you do, because with the thought he has, he will obviously assume that you want to die (not that you don't want) but still.. This is just a scam from him, because even with this whole situation, his thoughts will never change. (He's just a poor lil man forgive him, will you?)
Jason: Please, this baby girl will be like "Oh.." then an big "OH" and will run in your direction, because think with me, this man is the ANGST man, and with my blood I believe he would be the only one to actually know what to do.. even If it really kills him, he will try to do best. He will try to get back together with you, let you live, and if your situation is REALLY horrible, he will let you go.. he knows that if he really loves you, he will let you go (If it's a case of obsession and not love, we cry and know that he won't let you go. womp womp) We all like a batshit crazy crazy Yan, but for me he is a soft yan with his lady, because he doesn't want her to suffer (my man🎀).
Tim/Red Robin: First of all, this boy doesn't sleep, he doesn't eat, but still, he wants to see you with energy, I just feel it. But when he realizes that you just sleep, get up, and wait for him to do something, it makes him even more sleepless. You no longer comb your hair, it is a depressive knot, and he knows that he is the cause. He knows that locking you up like a social recluse, in a dark room (only illuminated by the various camera screens) with no form of entertainment, will kill you. I think what he would do to improve this situation would be to take care of you, but still, he wouldn't take such a gigantic attitude, after all, why go? He has a lot of things to do, he just needs to take care of you like a lil Doll, and maybe you will get better.
#yandere imagines#batman#yandere jason todd#yandere dick grayson#yandere tim drake#yandere bruce wayne#batboys#yan batman
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Cotton tail | Wolf!Kaeya
tw: dubcon, knotting, overstim, biting, slut shaming, manipulation sorta ??, hair pulling, praise, degradation, creampie, breeding, manhandling, semi public sex, anal, nipple play, gn amab!reader, reader is very naive, also you’re a bunny hybrid, red riding hood au, I think that’s all?
wc: 2.8k
a/n: i’m veryy happy i finished this so quickly!! this wasn’t what it was supposed to be but i kept writin n thinking abt how it would be great as kaeya cause hes such a tease ^^ again i will try to clean up how everythin looks!! please enjoy my work. ଘ꒰⑅ ´ ˘ ` ⑅ ꒱♡
nsfw under the cut~
"Don't go near any wolves!" Your mother reminds you, with worry on her voice. Fixing your old red hood, your floppy bunny ears sticking out. "I packed Granny some cookies, berry jam, and a water just in case." She ruffles your hair once more, then gives you a soft kiss on the forehead.
You grab the basket of goodies from her hand, tucking everything underneath a plaid cloth. "Momma.. I'm not a baby anymore! I can take care of myself!" You sigh, hugging her tightly "Go down the left path! And avoid any-" you cut her off quickly,"Wolves! I know Momma! Love you!" Shutting the wooden door quickly behind you and running towards the dirt path leading to the old woods.
You were ecstatic to go out, you were old enough to go out on your own now but your Mother was so overprotective. Wolves were predators and dangerous to rabbits, your father sadly losing his life to a rabid wolf. Since then your Mother has been on edge ever since, never letting you go out on your own as she was terrified the same would happen to you. But finally she let her worries aside to let you bring your ill grandmother some sweets to help her recover..
Your fluffy little tail and ears bounced as you walked along the path, crunching dried leaves under your feet. The sun was still up, but you wondered how long it’d be until it started to get dark, to be completely honest you weren’t necessarily listening to what your mother was saying, her words and warnings falling of deaf ears. You were too excited to go out to listen to what she was saying.. She did say to avoid wolves and bring the basket to Grandmas house.. What path did she say to take?? I guess I’ll find out when I get there… Were constant reoccurring thoughts in your head.
You were mindlessly walking through the trees at this point, waiting for the singular path to separate to two.
You stop to think, “Which way did she say to go again..?” The right looks a little familiar maybe, you trust your gut and swallow, quickly walking faster through trees and bushes. A slight shiver runs down your spine, was someone following you? You feel like eyes are on you, watching your every slight move. You’ve been walking for almost 30 minutes now, your feet and legs feel sore every step you take. You tread on for a while until, a grassy area in the distance catches your eye. Thank god..!
It’s all quiet here, the sun not too bright in your eyes. Sitting down, you plop down on the grass, setting the braided basket down on your lap. Digging into the basket and eating a cookie, sighing as you chew on the yummy treat. You needed this, surely Granny wouldn’t notice a few cookies gone? And maybe she wouldn’t notice half of the water gone as well.. She has been going up in age and you are her lovely grandchild.. You eat another cookie washing it down with water, taking the last bite your ears stand up and start twitching like crazy, leaning forward checking for sounds. Trying to identify where it’s coming from while looking around. Hearing sticks breaking and leaves crunching from the bushes.
"My, my.. Aren't you a cute bunny.." a deep voice rumbles from behind causing you to jump. You whimper, trying to crawl away. "No no no, stay still.. Are you lost?" The deep voice asks, coming closer, trying to comfort you.
"W-What a deep voice you have!" you blurt out recklessly
“The better to greet you with, my dear.” the voice responds.
Coming out the dark forest, its a tall man with scruffy ears atop his head, his rough tail swishing behind him showing his clear excitement. His bright colored eyes watch you curiously, a playful smile pulling at his lips, revealing sharp teeth. Cupping your face, his long nails poke into your soft cheeks. You flinch slightly at the touch, whimpering even louder than before. "You're trembling like a leaf.. Whats your name pretty?" Tilting your head up, you mumble your name quietly, he grins more and introduces himself as Kaeya. His big hands lower down your trembling figure, rubbing your thigh comfortably.
"So, what brings a cute thing like you here?" he whispers, You flush at how close he is. "My Grandma is sick.. I came here to bring her sweets." replying shakily, humming in response. Kaeya’s large hands explore your clothed body.
"And what big hands you have!" you stare down at the hands rubbing gentle circles into your thighs
“The better to embrace you with, my dear.” He squeezes your thigh, wiping the stray cookie crumbs from your soft lips.
“I don’t think your sweet grandmother would appreciate you eating her food..” He rubs your floppy ears between his fingers, making you squeak at the unexpected touch. “Mr. Wolf! Don't do that!" whining at the touch, chuckling at the nickname, he questions further "Why not? Does it feel weird..?” His grin is unsettling on his face, like he’s hiding something behind that friendly smile.
“I shouldn’t talk to wolves…” trying to stand up but he quickly shoves you back down into the grass, you can finally get a good look at his face. Long hair tied into a braid, a scar near his eye covered by a cloth eyepatch.. His one visible eye a bright periwinkle blue, with long dark eyelashes. You can’t help but comment on it.
"Goodness, what big eyes you have!"
“The better to see you with, my dear..” responds the wolf, holding both your small wrists together and pinning them to the ground.
Kaeya’s free hand roams your body, pulling and yanking at your clothes. His sharp nails tracing against your skin.
“Mr. Wolf… Please it feels weird..” You struggle against his heavy body on yours as he pins you down under him with no effort. “Tell me, does it tingle here..?” He pokes your stomach, “No!” , he tries not to laugh at your naivety but continues poking different places on your body until his hand hovers over your crotch. Kaeya reaches down cupping your clothed privates, you squeal loudly attempting to scramble back, "Don't touch there!" yelping louder than before. He chuckles, pressing his body against yours. Frantically trying to squirm under his grasp, struggling to break free.
"Let me go!" pushing against him and kicking your legs. Your useless struggles only seem to turn him on more. “Let you go?” He pouts, “Why would I do that..?” he gropes over your crotch, “Your body seems to be saying otherwise..” ripping a hole your thin bloomer shorts, he flips you over on your stomach, squeezing the squishy globes of your ass, your bunny tail twitching in response. Kaeya unbuckles his belt and pushes down his pants just enough to let his throbbing cock spring free, salty pre already dripping at the tip. It’s huge..! Veiny and girthy whilst the tip burns an angry red. Your eyes immediately widen in worry, "No- no! It's too big!" yelling at him, "It won't fit!" you keep squirming and writhing under him again.
"Don't worry, Cotton tail I'll make it fit in your precious little body." he whispers, a glob of spit landing on your rim, rubbing it in with his tongue. You jolt at the newfound feeling, your legs shaking in anticipation. Kaeya’s tip slowly pushes in, stretching your rim painfully, you never expected someone as big as him to be your first. "Stop please stop!" you moans, back arching off the ground, he shakes his head more. Kaeya grins, pushing in his large cock deep inside you. You cum immediately after he bottoms out in you. Your breathing becoming heavier, sweat dripping off your forehead. “I haven't even moved and you already came?” Voice full of mockery? “Such an eager slut." he coos, moving in and out of you quickly. Crying out from every overwhelming movement. Drool runs down your chin,
"M- Mr. Wolf! Mmf Aahn!" gasping for air while clutching at the grass. Your hips rutting against Kaeya’s fat shaft, feet thumping rapidly against the ground. "Oh sweetheart, you really are tight." he praises you with a groan, pushing in and out as deep as possible, his cock reaching further trying to abuse the sweet spot in you. A thick ring of cream building around the base of Kaeya’s dick, pulling your hair roughly to bring you up, sinking his sharp teeth into your neck. Pearly whites tinted red with blood.
“N-Ngh..! Mr. Wolf..! T-Teeth too sharpp!~” biting your lips at the painful pleasure emerging with each bite he gracefully gives you.
“Needa fuck~ mark you as m-mine, my dear..” he sinks his teeth deeper into your collarbone, hearing you squeal in response.
You’re bouncing on his cock on your own at this point, chasing his knot and thick pungent cum to stain your insides white. Your tongue hangs out your mouth, tears wetting your pretty lashes. Your mind only thinking about breeding, breeding you full of his fertile seed, over and over until it spills out the side. You’re almost sobbing, begging Kaeya to fill you with his pups. Your whole body trembling from the intense pleasure, nails filled with dirt from clutching the grass so tightly.
"Is all you ngh stupid bunnies think about is getting breeded?" he laughs deeply, He’s losing his cool at how warm and good your insides are at stroking his cock. "Mr W-wolf...! Mnnh! Pleass b-breed..!" you beg him through laboured breathing "Shh.. No more talking~ Gonna fill you up nicely. I'll cum in you every day if I have to." he spits out his words between pants. Flipping you over to your back and forcing your thighs up as far as he could, hitting even deeper than before.
"Nnnnnn... Aahn... Hnnngh!!" You squirmed beneath him unable to stop you from cumming again. He kisses him hungrily, pulling your shirt up starting to toy with your sensitive nipples. Pinching and rolling the swollen buds around his rough fingertips, relieving them of the pain with his mouth, sucking them gently and running his tongue over them repeatedly. You feel like you’re cumming again when he bites them harshly, your hips jerking up meeting your release once again.
“You're gonna be mine." he purrs, repeateding the words ‘Mine’ over and over again, chasing his orgasm with a few thrusts. "Aahh Hnng!~ Mr. Wolf Mmm.." moaning as Kaeya fills you up completely, leaving your tummy bloated full. You groan and whimper, feeling as though you would explode. Tears stream down your cheeks. "Too full.." He whispers feeling Kaeya’s knot rush with blood locking you together, pushing his not deep in you. Humping his knot against your soft ass, wanting to overstimulate his cock to cum more. “S-Stopp can’t take anymore..~ you hiss weakly, turning over and burying your cheeks in grass when he ignores your pleas and continues to rut, his cum continuously spurting thick loads in you, making sure it takes before his knot goes down.
Your body has given out completely, covered in bites and bruises, dried blood all over your neck. All your energy gone, you’re so sleepy… Your legs much to sore to attempt walking, shaking like jelly. You’re a drooling mess, grass stained clothes and hair frizzy. Your shorts ripped apart, victim to Kaeya’s rut and sharp claws. Your breathing has leveled out now, waiting for his knot to go down so he can finally move. Kaeya pulls whats left of your shorts back up your hips pulling out of you in the process. Thick cum dribbles out but he kindly pushes it back in with his fingers. Carrying your limp body in his strong arms back to your small cottage.
"Noo... needa go to Grandmaas..." you complain weakly, clinging on to his shirt. "I'll drop off the basket to your Grandmas”he reassures you, petting your soft twitchy ears. After a while of walking in the darkening sunset, you reach your home, Kaeya picks the window lock to your room placing you on your soft comfy bed.
"Mr Wolf.. When will i see you again.." you ask drowsily, He pets his fluffy hair softly. "Whenever you want my pet, you know where to go." He kisses you again before leaving out your window, you fall asleep quickly. "Be safe little bunny.. You're helpless without me." He grins disappearing into the woods.
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I hope its alright to ask for writing tips, i know you have plenty on your plate already so definitely disregard if this is a lot to answer. Was there anything you used that helped you develop characters during the writing process? Like guidelines or tips or even other books?? I wanted to take on writing for fun but I'm quickly realizing there is a lot of,,,, planning and learning that goes along with the writing process. I feel like I have so many ideas and if I don't get them out I will soon explode 🥴
Hello! I always like answering writing questions!
I don't use guides! I've mostly got my own method now, but I've been writing for a long time, and one day, you'll probably have your own method too. I can share with you how I make characters, but try different things! Experiment!
(I also want to emphasize that if you're writing for fun then don't worry about it being good. If you're writing seriously, also don't worry about it being good. Write bad characters, if you want. Do what makes you happy and the work will always be good.)
My rubric for a character, in order of importance (for the most part) is: immediate relevance, themes, arc, background, attributes.
(Note: this isn't the order in which I come up with a character, just how I plot them).
Let me use Rosier as an example of how I typically think of character construction (Note: this isn't exactly how I thought up Rosier)
Initial idea: Lucifer needs a kind figure in his life, maybe someone he lives with. Not Michael. I want him to have a strong platonic relationship. Next idea: Maybe he'll stay kind while Lucifer worsens as a person. Next idea: He should fall but not because of a sin he committed. Next idea: He's older than Lucifer. Next idea: He had a life before Lucifer, too. Next idea: Something, something, fruit. It shows up everywhere in the (imagined) story. Fruit angel? Next idea: Messy, messy feelings about sex.
I start sorting this out as per my little guide:
Immediate Relevance: A platonic relationship for the protagonist, someone who will bring fruits to the Earth. Now what can he bring to this book?
Themes (with an eye for Rosier's relevance to the plot (and its own themes) and the most plot-focused characters' themes): Unconditional kindness, fruit and devil, no ambition, loss of innocence, weakness, not desiring sex (opposed to the theme of others and the book itself), unwillingly creating (while some others are desperate to create), falling from choice, demon who isn't a good demon. How can we structure these themes into a story?
Arc: Rosier, the fruit angel, happily takes newborn Lucifer in. He loves the paradise where nothing ever happens. He has a situationship with the angel who will become the demon of lust. He suffers at Lucifer's hands but forgives him. He loves him. But he doesn't do enough. He suffers at Asmodeus' hands. He chooses to fall. He cares for Lucifer's body. He creates a body for Asmodeus. He follows his friends (again) to a cave of demons. He doesn't want to be alone. He chooses demonhood, despite his kindness. But how can this arc happen to him? (There's a seperate checklist for an arc in my head, with the most important part being "Kill your character." It doesn't have to be literal. Kill them in the sense that they're no longer who they were at the start of the story.)
Background: This arc can only happen because of who Rosier is. And a person is their life, so what is Rosier's life? He was born out of a nova in the sky like a fruit. God hugs him tight, but he won't remember, and God will never meet him, not really. [More about Rosier's background here; this post is getting too long]. What has his background shaped him to be?
Attributes: Is kind, is patient, has learned to be happy with the bare minimum, has learned to make excuses for people. Loves fruits (obviously), likes baking, is fussy. [So on]
You see how all these things build into each other? It's like writing a book in itself. Actually, I think writing a plot and writing a character are very very similar! Because a story is a narrative — a collection of scenes/lines with a beginning and an end, each scene typically affecting the next — and a life is a narrative too — a collection of experiences with a beginning and an end, each experience affecting the next.
You might be curious why "Arc" is above "Background"; again, this isn't the order in which you should come up with a character or anything, but I find that placing big (author-ly) importance on the arc happening in the book/story itself can keep you from falling into the pitfall of "backstory of character is more interesting than what theyre currently up to in the plot." (Also this rubric isn't 100%. Sometimes you have to move the importance of things around. Sometimes a minor character should only have immediate relevance and attributes.)
I hope this is helpful! Good luck!! But please don't worry too much... Just have fun! Write a sexy character and see where they take you
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Writing Requests: Open!
Hi all! I'd like to get into the swing of writing some more versatile drabbles for my OCs, so I've decided that I'm open to take some writin' requests with them!
Just send the name of the OC of mine that you'd like to see and a general prompt/scenario that you want to see and I'll see if I can work my magic on it!
I'm happy to take requests involving the following dynamics-
OC x Reader
OC x OC
OC x Reader x OC
General information if you want to get to know them better!
I just want to clarify that the OCs in question here regard my own THFL OCs, I don't feel too comfy writing for other people's OCs yet.
The list of writable ocs I have are-
Maple (it/itself)
Pelleas (he/him)
Trace (he/him)
Pillow (she/her)
Buttons (only for fluff and gore drabbles) (any pronouns! feel free to request whatever pronouns you want for them)
Miki (they/he)
Nathaniel (he/him)
Home (it/itself)
For everybody (except for Buttons in the case of smut!) it can be as fluffy, smutty or as gory as you'd like! I'm down to write for any gender of reader too.
I will not do topics like scat, eye trauma, gross underage stuff 'n' whatnot so please don't request that. Aside from those topics, most things are fair game!
Have fun requesting!! :D
#forrest speaks#forrest's fiction#the hunt for love#thfl#yandere#male yandere#female yandere#nonbinary yandere#yandere boy#yandere girl#yandere monster#yandere teratophilia#yandere x reader#yandere drabble#male yandere x reader#female yandere x reader#nonbinary yandere x reader
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Spread love to fanfic writers! I am curious about your answers to these questions!
Name a fic you loved writing the most. Name a fic that others loved but you didn’t care for as much. Name a fic you had the most fun writing. Name a fic that you are the most proud of. Name a fic that you wish had gotten more recognition. Name your happiest/saddest/most comedic fics!
I LOVE THESE SORTS OF THINGS!!! sorry i've been so inactive, got a really full plate rn, thank you all for your patience and understanding <3 ___
a fic i loved writing the most: romantic incidents - inumaki toge. when i wrote it it was mostly because there wasn't enough content of him on this app and holy shit did it blow up and get so much more love than i ever could've expected !! i swear that fic put me on the map lmao
a fic that others loved but i didn't care for as much: blue orchids and white lies - nanami kento. i gave writing for him my best shot but i can't help but feel like i didn't characterize him very well. i would like to formally apologize to the nanami girlies and nanami kento himself.
a fic i had the most fun writing: video games - takuma ino every trope in this was fun for me!! roommates, crushing, flirting, eee!! it was fluff
a fic that i am the most proud of: to build a home - gojo satoru idk if this counts bc it's a series but i put so much time and effort into outlining it and y'all i never draft fics i just write from the heart and send it off into the world XD
a fic i wish had gotten more recognition: shades of cool - zen'in naoya... but i totally get why there isn't exactly a hoarde of fangirls for him lmfaooo he's terrible and i'm sick in the head for writin for him
happiest fic: you know you got me in your pocket - okkotsu yuuta. hard to pick this one but i think the vibes of this one was just so soft and fluffy the whole read :)
saddest fic: stuck between the blackest day- fushiguro megumi and no surprises - okkotsu yuuta. they're both bittersweet/happy endings but the subject matter is pretty dark compared to my usual stuff!
most comedic fic: bad at flirting - fushiguro megumi HANDS DOWN i nailed second hand embarassment with this one
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thanks again for sending me this!! i'm always down to talk about my fics with y'all <3
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many random stuff under the cut
was finally drawin eddie's cousin and i thought. what if. what if i drew smth like cig cards but w female characters from fp files............ like since i randomly decided to switch to more realistis style........... but i know that tomorrow (well today bc its 1am) i'm probly gonna let that idea go but god sees i'd love to make this. not all of them? bc there's like 9 of the ones i really focused on. n there's only 5 who participate in the plot of this thing im writin so idk (and lauretta isnt even here fr this upsepts me so much but there's no way i'm rewritin the concept) anyway i haven't properly worked on eddie's cousin since she's a bg character w only one meaningful & important arc but idk realised that she has vibes of nina from carnaval (1981).... <- another soviet film 😭
chaotic personality, superficiality but a lot of energy and life (and desperation). + maybe ref to eddie's cousin and her husband (have u seen him tho? he's ridiculous) i think i need to rewatch carnaval. brilliant film
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^ also this! i don't imply this to eddie's cousin character, but this song is so! maybe it could fit some of female characters idk i need to think bout this (main lyrics: Call me, for God's sake! (then yearning but ends with:) if i don't mean anything in your life anymore; i'll forget about you; i won't stop breathing; i'll still be happy; even if I don't have you) next
lisa rubini the ultimate mother you are.......... not the best one but she's so real to me. some hc things: i think she worked as a seamstress and before Eddie started earning money was the main source of income for the family. this may not be true for the era, i'm honestly just transferring what happens very often here when women takes over all the responsibilities (the father is either an alcoholic or unemployed or just not there) + this as another reason for the conflict between Lisa and her husband. & because she worked as a seamstress for a long time she developed carpal tunnel syndrome as she got older (i've been told about this problem by several seamstresses). i was just thinking that i often see Eddie & Lisa in my head, with Eddie holding Lisa's hands & carpal tunnel syndrome could be the reason y know? bout eddie's cousin - i think she's Lisa's niece, not Cecilio's
+ some hc bout Cecilio. i think he was a christian & went to church every sunday. there's deep christian guilt but he still beats his wife n son & drinks hard & gamble (Marmeladov from crime & punishment is low-key my ref for him). there's a lot in here about unrealized fulfillment in life (emigration that didn't do any good)
thnx for comin to my ted talk goodnight yall
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox of the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you!!
So I'm clearin out the inbox, notice I got this question twice so I'ma jus.. do ten thin's that make me happy!!
In no particular order:
1. Creative arts; love drawin, singin, writin, readin, etc etc. yada yada lol — they're all great outlet's fer' any emotion ev'r.
2. Bathroom Time.
3. CHRYSIE; autistic comfort object. My darlin lil deer hehe. Love er' more than I love m'self sometimes.
4. Dr Pepper; it's a slight addiction at this point. I have a hoodie wit the logo on it, which I also love!
5. Musicals; When I say they saved m' life. I mean it.
6. My friends; I ain't got many of them, but the one I do have? Cherish em. If y'all see this, y'all know who you are. Love ya.
7. My boyfriend; hellooo beautiful awesome gorgeoussssss :3 how're you? Yea so, I love you n yer' great n mwah mwah
8. TEETH. I fuck so hard wit teeth. Teeth my beloved. Teeth m' ev'rythin. Without teeth I am nothin.
9. Character A.I.
10. M'self. I'm pretty damn great if ya ask me. I have the best sense of humor I know, gorgeous pair of peepers, wonderful sense of style. Only reason why God put me in this ugly body is cus he knew that if I was in the correct body, I'd be unstoppable.
#answering asks#i was listenin t' Now (Its Just The Gas) on repeat while anwserin this#host post#💜#dr pepper collective
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Makin' a lil post t'pin! 's probably a good idea...
Hi!! 'm Clover, from Undertale Yellow! 'm a Fictive, and this *isn't* roleplay! (I remember bits'f Neutral and No Mercy runs, but most'f my memories're of th' Flawed Pacifist endin'! 'm not from the True Pacifist endin' at all!)
I just reblog what I like, mostly Undertale Yellow but there'll be some other stuff'f I like it or find it silly in a good way!
Asks're open!! 'm always happy t'talk t'people, n' yeah, I'm willin' t'answer questions'f y've got 'em n're nice about 'em! (So just... Don't be rude on purpose? Accidental rude happens, don't be afraid t'ask out'f worry!)
This's just how I type! Sorry'f it causes issues...
I'm probably goin' t'be postin' art n' writin' based off'f my memories, y're completely fine t'reblog it!!
Oh! Yeah! I like n'follow from @blu-orb! So'f y'see a like from it on a Yellow post, 's probably me!
My friends!
@sheriff-north-star - Th'Sheriff! He's from a different system, but he's reaal cool.
@fallen-star-garden - Chara! From th'same system as me, they're real neat. Strange t'hear about things from 'em, though...
@home-is-somewhere-else - Frisk!! They're from a different system from me too, but they're real nice.
@bed-inspector - Kris! They keep bullyin' me but it's all in fun!! Real nice... Willin' t'stab someone over hurtin' me, I think. Same system as me!
@themanthat-speaksinhands - G!! He's from a different system, and's *real* neat and smart!! He knows *so many* things....
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okay so i’m on chapter five of “Chicago’s kindest” and i couldn’t even wait until i finished the chapter to send this because MY GUY????? Syd and Tony hs besties??? Chip asking Carm if he wants to take her on a date?? CARM WANTING HER TO WORK FOR HIM AND MAKE HIM LAVENDER LATTES??????????? I’m so- ListeN feminist!carm does inexplainable things to me - like screaming into a pillow because i love him so much - things. i have a lot of thoughts so this is part one of ?? however-many asks (1/ )
HEHEHEHE Syd and Tony are vv much me writing me and my dearest girl friend's dynamic if we were them. It's vv fun to write it that way.
Chip really fuckin' created a canon event in that moment, if she didn't ask him that I doubt he would've ended up doing it. But it was like. A double dog dare. Practically.
HIM BEING REFERRED TO AS FEMINIST FOR THIS MOVE MADE ME LAUGH. Because yes-- Like 100% what you said here:
Like definitely it's for her BENEFIT to not work at Eden's but it's also, to me writing it, it was also like 'i want you to work not there so simply no one will look at you the way everyone looks at you'. An antsy jealousy he does not have the right to express, truly. But ALSO feminism. Two things can be true. Well, three-- He also wants all her time. For menuuusssss.....
Being 'annoying' (you're not, btw) over my series, truly makes my soul do flips. We've gotta go to the next ask before I scream about it. OH if there was a part 3, by the way, and you did NOT miscount, tumblr did fucking eat it. i'm so sorry. if this is the case I'M gonna eat tumblr.
I'm so genuinely happy to see the very soft lines people cling to. I try to write in like, a very natural human flowing way and not FORCE lines-- And while I do love that, I do sometimes worry that simple lines like these fall through the cracks, in a way, because they're very like, human things that people say. Or at least that me and my people say. AND SO TO SEE Y'ALL READING AND NOTING THESE LINES REALLY ENCOURAGES ME SO THANK YOU!!!
He really wanted to say 'I like when you talk to much', I could never tell how to make that explicitly clear, so i just didn't. He wanted to say it SO bad. There were like, several moments in this chapter of him going 'now is the part where i ask her out' and just him continuously bowing out until the end. Honestly play a fuckin' where's waldo with yourself if you ever re-read and find em. HA.
I DID ASK FOR THESIS AND I'M SO GLAD TO BE GETTING IT YOU HAVE NO IDEEAAAAAAA!!!!!
And YEEEAGGHGHGHG That's the fuckin STUFF right there. The CARE!!!! bro!!!!!!
Chicago's Kindest new header.
I love writin' romance with these two because it is always so explicitly not like violent or hungered but like-- Such a profound care before it's anything else. And that's just really fun and soft to write. Except for when he did get his kiss. then it was hungry. then it was starving, actually. TWO THINGS CAN BE TRUE!!!!!
NICE YOU!!!! NICE YOU!!! I'M CALLING A DOCTOR!!!!!!
Tony's got an iron-clad will, I would've folded, honestly. I would've fuckin' folded.
AND ALSO SON OF A BITCH, I should've been more explicit, maybe I'll ninja edit it in the future, but the second thing Carm 'gave' her WAS in fact the fucking hickey. He was just bein' a cheeky motherfucker. I was just trying to avoid writing he fuckin SUCKS your NECK DUDE and it's CRAZY!!!! Because I'm not prepared with that writing skill set yet. I don't know how to write intimacy yet. without being haha funny about it. So. We'll get there,,,, maybe.
ANYWAYS THANK YOU FOR THIS FUCKIN' ESSAY IT MEANS MORE THAN WORDS LOVE YOU TOOOO!!!!!
#yapping#ask#another keep reading because i never know when to stop talking and i never will#i should keep a tag for essays so i can look at them back wistfully when i need the dopamine#extensive yapping#that'll do
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PART THREE (take two) YOU GOT IT PAL
actually writin' this in my notes, so, uh, hopefully i'll remember the way i wrote some of this stuff-
the biggest story on my mind right now is when henry was tryin' ta work late for the third, maybe fourth day in a row. and i wasn't havin' it. that day i had baked breadrolls, so i just waltzed up to him, gave him some, n' just. talked with him. had a chat, yknow? eventually, i convinced him ta go home and get some rest. i'm glad that i could. i also wanna make those breadrolls again some day- they were one of th' only things i could safely make that weren't too shabby, and they were pretty easy fer me. maybe soon.
the next story was when i was helpin' clean the warehouse. clutter, beams, junk, etc... i was just strong enough to help move this stuff. i wasn't entirely helpless, heh. anyways, i was in the middle of movin' a huge metal beam, it's hoisted onto my shoulder, and friggin' bertie is standin' in my way. now. a normal person would say "hey! excuse me, gotta get through!" but not me. cos i didn't like th' guy. so i just. "accidentally" knocked him unconcious with the beam. everyone believed me, sayin' that i "didn't have th' smarts ta pull it off" WELL I DO AND I DID AND IT WAS ON PURPOSE. take THAT. and the warehouse guys didn't help move anythin' it was just me n' lacie
i think i'll save th' repurposed coat closet story for a while, at least 'til i draw what it looked like. it was awesome. i would make that its own seperate post.
although, i'll gladly tell about the writin' department. usually, that place was dead quiet. could hear th' drop of a pin, and then everyone was lookin' at it. but this particular day, everyone was shoutin' and pointin' fingers, all thanks ta friggin connor wheatley. cos he didn't like alice angel. "boo hoo women character waaah waah weh weh weh BLEUGH." he got punched. i let it happen. after that, i slammed my broom handle to th' floor, and everyone went quiet enough for me to go clean. soon as i left, everyone was back at it again, heh.
if you ever were t' hear susie sing, you'd know the recordings NEVER did her voice justice. sounded like a literal angel. any time she was in a recordin' session, i'd try and clean nearby, cos lemme tell ya- she's gotta be the best out there. her voice had me floored every time. never got old. and she could be a wide variety of characters, too! it was really awesome t' see.
and shawn was th' BEST toymaker. i know about the whole "crooked smile" debaucle but honestly? thought that gave 'em more charm. made it so you could tell which ones would last ya for forever versus which ones couldn't. and just,, the craftsmanship behind it all? was awesome. sure, injury here and there, but each one was made skillfully. i loved watchin' shawn do her thing, they were really good at what he did, y'know? gah.
i really wish i had asked norman about how projectors worked. i would've gotten t' listen to it gush 'bout somethin' it loved, and it would've been smilin' the whole time, AND it wouldn't be mad at me? all around win situation! it was really cool. i can't even properly put anythin' into words it was so cool. the best projectionist in the world ever! n' was just a good guy. awhagwhgr
and henry's awesome, too! the way he could jus' whip up a drawing that quickly, and precisely? you could tell he knew what he was doin'. even the stuff he threw away was awesome. any drawings norman didn't steal, i definetly stared at for a while. he was good at advice, too. all-around a swell guy. he probably didn't have a single malicious bone in his body, in all honesty. couldn't insult his friends if he tried. really sweet guy. makes norman happy, and norman makes him happy right back. sweet, aint it?
jack was one of the best lyricists ever, i think. they could just... immediately get the vibes for a song, n' put it into words. it was really cool! again, what is it with people throwin' stuff away that was still REALLY good? all the lyrics they wrote had some swing to 'em, and just matched the feel of the song perfectly. good tempo, good use of phonetics, etc. just awesome. tried not t' disturb jack while they worked, though, so i mostly admired from afar.
prayin' tumblr doesn't eat this one. if it does, got it saved in m' notes, cos norman said to do that. its really smart :]
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20 Questions Game for Fic Writers!
I feel like I've done this before, but like...definitely before a MASSIVE amount of my fics were released post-fest, so thanks to the amazing @ssmtskw tagging me, I'm gonna do it all over again!
1. How many works do you have on ao3?
52 total!
2. What’s your total ao3 word count?
128,450 words!
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently, only RWRB. In the past, I've written some for Once Upon a Time.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Ghosts
Volume Control
Retaliation
Do we still have forever?
Modification to the map of you
5. Do you respond to comments?
Always! I live by comments, so I will always show my appreciation for every single one.
6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I suffer from this syndrome that only allows me to write happy endings, so the angstiest ending I've written still brings with it some hope. It's Darkest before the dawn.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
I think one of my newer fics, No fear, no fences, nobody - no reins has a pretty lovely ending. Lots of hope for a pretty blissful future.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Not yet. Still waiting on my first hate comment. I'd love for it to never come, but you know how fandom can be.
9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Before FirstPrince, I wrote a lot of fade to black. Now, I dive right into wherever the story and the characters lead. The fic listed in answer #7 is probably the smuttiest I've ventured so far.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve ever written?
I haven't yet but I'd be open to!
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Nope.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope, not yet.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Not so far, but a couple are in the works!
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
FirstPrince.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
I once had a super neat idea for a Captain Swan kid fic, but I don't see myself ever finishing that one.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Henry's POV apparently haha. I'm just gonna spend the rest of my existence writing everything from Henry's point of view, and I'll be fine.
But honestly, as much as I never realized it, I think the dialogue is one of my major strengths. It took a friend @oneofthewednesdays complimenting me on my dialogue as well as hearing a podfic of one of my works to convince me that the dialogue I write feels pretty genuine and authentic.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Writing anything except one shots lol. I'm working on something now that might become my first real multichapter fic that isn't cowritten, and I'm really excited, but also terrified that I won't finish it.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I've done this! And I've received a ton of positive feedback from native speakers that I did it justice, which made me feel so good.
19. First fandom you ever wrote for?
Pirates of the Caribbean.
20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?
Oh gosh. It's like asking me to choose my favorite child. But as many fics as I've written in the months since joining the RWRB fandom and as immensely proud of them as I am, my heart keeps coming back to quite possibly the best line I've ever written.
“Fuck,” is all that he can say, but even that tastes of Alex, of top shelf whiskey and the cinnamon he always adds to his coffee. Alex had spoken the word into Henry’s mouth on countless occasions, so he was all-too-familiar with the way it slipped off of his tongue so smoothly, as if the letters themselves were forged together just for him by some foul-mouthed god who knew the damage such a word might wreak in the possession of someone as fearless as Alexander Claremont-Diaz.
And this line lives in a little post lake house fic, the second fic I ever published in the RWRB fandom, called What If I Do?
Uncertain who's already done this, so I'm gonna leave this as an open tag for anyone who sees it and wants to share their incredible writing background with the world!
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Hey! I Love you Story Hēnkirī!
I am having a question.
Do you Take requests? Can you maybe do a oneshot (if you feel like it), y/n style, and she heard about the rumors that Aegon is kinda likeee a rapist and she is curious and she want a raperoleplay with him, I Imagine that this could be very interesting. (If that's too heavy, No Prob. Nevermind.)
Thank you, Love your writin style btw.
I tried. I actually liked your idea sumhow, mama don't you ever read this.
Thanks for your compliments, I'm happy that you enjoy reading my story!
Have fun :)
Warnings : 18+, rape RPG, glorifying/trivialising rape, shameless lemon, possessive aegon, explicit depiction of sexual violence, language, blood, alcohol abuse.
Aegon chuckled as he swung his head back.
Tonight was another evening lavishly filled with oodles of the best wine.
You loved the way his short, wavy hair bobbed along when he moved his head.
His beautiful lilac eyes narrowed to slits and a row of straight teeth was bared as he laughed.
A beautiful man, you thought.
The bags under his eyes hardly bothered you. Flaws were what made people perfect.
You, however, as a common maid of the royal house, were exceptionally beautiful. Even your Dornish mother had often predicted that you would be discovered by a highly respected man.
And as life would have it, you caught the eye of Prince Aegon after a short time in your service.
Soon he seduced you, and not only once. Wine was often your companion in your nocturnal escapades. In his presence you felt desired and almost noble.
It was pleasant.
As the prince calmed down from his laughter again, you became curious.
This phase came again and again when you sat together and drank.
Since you had come to know him better, you had ignored the rumours about him.
The maids gossiped among themselves and told each other things about him. You wanted to know if there was any truth in it.
You knew Aegon trusted you.
After a few more sips from the golden cup, you set the drink down beside you on the heavy, wooden table.
You were a little clumsy in doing so, but that didn't bother yourself or Aegon.
You wanted to know how ruthless he could be.
Perhaps it was stupid of you, naïve. Still, you couldn't banish the thought from your mind.
"Aegon?"
When you were alone, the prince insisted that you call him by his name.
"Mm?" He saw something flash in your eyes, a spark of mischievousness.
The Targaryen knew instinctively that it would be something slippery you would ask.
"They say things about you." Pressingly, you had beaten around the bush in a slurred voice.
"What is your point, y/n?"
"You take what you want. You play. Only some don't want to play."
He raised an eyebrow in wonder. Now he wasn't sure about the outcome of this conversation after all.
"Does it make you feel good?"
Almost sheepishly, you looked down at the ground, before with a skilful flick of your eyes, you took away Aegon's fear that you were demonising him.
"Well, yes. In a way, yes." He slurred uncertainly.
Giggling nervously, you had reached for your cup and drunk it entirely.
It was your fifth glass. You could clearly tell.
"What if we try this? Like in a game."
The Prince's head was rattling, it was plain to see, but he couldn't figure out what exactly you meant.
"What kind of game?"
An impatient sigh escaped you.
"Take me Aegon, no matter what I say or do."
"What?"
You puffed out your cheeks and let the air escape in a maelstrom.
Then your grin crept back onto your lips.
You rounded your prince and untied the first few strings of your simple dress.
Aegon followed you with his gaze, taken with your little showpiece.
He walked towards you, but you took just as many steps back.
The prince slowly thought he understood what you were up to, but could hardly believe that you were capable of such a thing. Had the desire for such a thing.
When you saw his beautiful grin, you knew he had understood.
The two of you took your next steps quickly.
As Aegon suddenly rushed towards you, you grabbed the nearest book you could get your hands on and had thrown it in his direction.
Adrenaline rushed through your body and the excitement made you breathe faster.
Aegon fought off the flying book. An impulsive rage flooded through him and he gave it free rein. Because that's exactly what you wanted.
He pushed you into the corner of the room, hemmed you in. Real fear was written all over your face as you held your hands protectively in front of you.
As if that would stop Aegon.
He grabbed you by the shoulders and dragged you to the bed.
"Aegon, please don't." You sobbed and for a millisecond the one you addressed wasn't sure if you really meant it.
No matter what I say or do, he called to mind, and he gave himself fully to his being again.
"Shut up." He hissed as he threw you roughly onto the bed.
A slapping sound rang through the room.
You had hit him and not seen it coming yourself. It just happened.
Aegon hadn't seen it coming either. His cheek grew warm as he opened his eyes, momentarily frozen in surprise. You did have power.
You used this moment to get to your feet again.
You had never hit anyone before. Or thrown a book. It all seemed so exciting to you.
You couldn't help but giggle slightly at the sight of the blond prince.
He, in turn, was now in full swing, spellbound by everything you had just done. You were perfect for him.
In a short time he was after you again, causing a fearful expression on your face.
You still managed to turn around. But you were not allowed to run away.
His arms wrapped around you from behind. One of them around your neck, the other around your waist.
An admittedly painful grip, you could barely catch your breath.
When Aegon pressed his cock against your buttocks, a small sound of pleasure escaped you despite everything.
It excited you. Aegon and your excitement.
The feeling of being chased.
That he wanted you so much that he resorted to such means.
"You little whore." The prince murmured in your ear in confirmation.
The fact that Aegon liked the way you were currently behaving just seemed a little strange but also interesting to you.
Maybe it was the wine.
You weren't sure but you still didn't want it to end.
With your small fists you began to punch the arm around your neck, which made Aegon laugh.
"Is that all, my sweet y/n?" He murmured in your ear.
Spurred on by his mockery, you kicked his foot with all your might.
Surprised, the prince gasped and loosened his grip.
You hopped away from him, ran around the large table in the room and stopped behind it.
Both of you had completely blocked out your physical pain.
You were breathing heavily and propped yourself up on the table with both hands.
Your drunken prince came to stand on the other side of the table, admiring your beauty when you were out of breath and aroused.
You looked into each other's eyes.
The next moment, the two of you indicated a few times a direction in which you would circle the table.
Finally, you decided to turn your back on Aegon and move backwards across the room until you arrived at a chest of drawers.
You weren't quite there when you noticed a loud noise behind you, which was probably the table.
As you tried to turn around at the massive chest of drawers, you were already bent over the wood by the neck until your cheek touched the cold, stone wall. A scream escaped you before you heard a door open.
"What's going-?"
Aemond Targaryen stopped asking his question because of the image that presented itself.
A table was overturned and Aegon pressed you against the wall, over said dresser.
His eye became a slit.
"Let go of her now." He hissed as he took large strides menacingly towards you both.
You quickly realised how wrong this must look and unceremoniously intervened.
You rose and stood protectively in front of Aegon.
"It's all right."
"I heard that." The irony was clearly audible in the prince's voice.
"Really." You stammered out of breath.
"Yes brother. Some like it harder. Perhaps you seek your-"
"My prince, please!" You admonished Aegon, though you had no right to do so, indicating Aemond's look of anger.
With an uncomprehending shake of his head, the intruder turned away and stalked out of the room, not without slamming the door too hard.
You felt Aegon's gaze on you, checking for your reaction when the prince left the room.
To provoke your lover, you lightly bit your lip as you watched Aemond leave.
A hand closed around your lower jaw, fingers pressing into your cheeks, forcing you to look at the prince.
"What are you thinking about, mh? Have you ever thought in the past what it would be like when he fucks you?" He hissed viciously.
In fact, you had. Your memories overtook you. It elicited a throaty laugh through your forced open mouth.
This only provoked Aegon more.
He wanted you to imagine only him. Only he could give you what you wanted and needed.
"What was he like? In your imagination." He asked spitefully as he grabbed you by the neck again and pulled you towards the bed. You rowed your arms but couldn't get a grip on him.
You didn't dare answer at first. There was too much doubt that he would understand you properly.
"Mh?" He asked impatiently. Again you were bent over something on your stomach, this time over the edge of the bed.
"Good." You mumbled into the blanket, resting your head on the side of it.
"Good?" He repeated incredulously, slapping your buttocks with the flat of his hand.
A gasp escaped you. You liked the pain.
Inexplicably.
"The only thing you're thinking about today is me. Do you understand? No, wait.
You will only think of me at all times." He improved in a whisper, blowing his wine-scented breath into your face. Your desire for his soft lips had become unbelievably great.
You nodded in affirmation of his command, which in turn displeased Aegon.
"Say it. I want to hear it."
His possessive manner triggered a warm feeling in your centre. It made you realise how much he wanted you.
"You're all I think about, Aegon." You confirmed excitedly.
With quick movements, he pulled the dress you were wearing upwards to your back.
His fingers played with you, pressing into the dampness that united your thighs.
"How wet you are. All because of me."
He pressed two fingers deep into your cleft without further warning.
You gasped audibly, overwhelmed by the engaging sensation.
"Aegon, it-" He added another finger. A loud, painful moan escaped your throat.
"Aegon, what? Aegon, please go on? Aegon, I love you?" He hoisted as he made straddling motions with his deft hand.
"Aegon! ...It's... So good." That was all you could say back, too intent on the feeling he was giving you.
"Say it." He commanded again, speeding up his movements.
"What?" You sobbed in confusion as a steady, sloppy noise could be heard in the background.
He hit a spot inside you that threatened to rob you of all your senses. Your eyes rolled back and you felt yourself tighten around his fingers.
"That you love me. Say it." He clarified, his fingers still tangled inside you, fixated on the spot you liked so much.
And you did. As you gained your release, your loud moans drowned out the sounds of the intimate action.
"I love you..Aegon." you gasped exhaustedly between excited sounds.
A wry grin settled on his lips, and the feeling of soon climaxing himself overwhelmed him.
Without further ado, he turned you onto your back because he wanted to see your face while he took you roughly.
He brutally tore your half-open dress apart so that it was in no one's way.
Not in yours and not in his.
Still dazed from your orgasm, you looked at your handsome prince with half-open eyes. A look that was so stimulating for him that he could hardly control himself.
Without breaking eye contact, Aegon removed his trousers and prepared himself with his hand.
You wanted to make things easier for him, to push him even further to the edge of his mind.
So you used your own hand to prepare yourself further too.
You made circular movements on your wet cunt, which inevitably attracted Aegon's gaze. Again little impulses of lust flashed through you, you wanted more.
He sucked lightly on his lower lip, pulling it into his mouth. You watched him, how hot he looked, and began to penetrate yourself with your fingers.
He loved it when you were so naughty.
"Beg me to fuck you." He commanded with glazed eyes.
"Please Aegon, fuck me. I want you. Only you."
"Not enough."
"I need you. I want you to take me, do it."
Happily, you removed your hand from yourself as you felt his pointed one at your entrance.
"More." He demanded again.
"Aeg-"
As soon as you began to speak, he thrust into you. His entire length bore into you, widening you to the last inch.
What had started as his name became a cry. Music to Aegon's ears.
"Oh fuck y/n." He moaned in a lower pitch of voice than usual.
You reared your upper body.
He was so deep inside you that you could feel him clearly at your end.
A feeling that was addictive.
"Can you feel me well, my darling?" Aegon hummed, clearly taken by the warm tightness that surrounded him.
"Oh gods, yes." You returned equally aroused.
He leaned down to you, joining your lips together.
Stifling your moans, he greedily pushed his tongue into your mouth. He tasted of sweet wine and himself. You just loved it.
You surrendered to the sensation, gasping in surprise as he bit your lip.
His bite intensified, making you tremble under him until you could clearly taste the iron flavour of your blood.
A soft whimper escaped you, prompting Aegon to wrap his fingers around your throat and stroke your bleeding lip apologetically with his thumb as soon as you disengaged.
He immediately licked your blood from his finger and your lips before he put his hand around your throat again.
The prince had stopped moving, merely settled inside you.
A devilish giggle escaped him as he met your impatient gaze with his excited one.
"So eager for my body, y/n?" He taunted softly.
You answered him by wrapping your arms around his waist, pulling him further into you as you let your muscles tighten around him.
A hiss left his mouth from the sudden sensation, followed by a satisfied smile that bared his teeth again.
"You'll never want anyone else again." He whispered contentedly.
Placing his hand from your throat to the back of your neck, he pulled you upwards without moving out of you.
With your torso erect and Aegon's grip firm, your field of vision was limited only to your belly and cunt, glistening with the moisture of your bodies. He moved his hips away from you, withdrawing from you, watching as the arousal in your gaze clearly began to outweigh the impatience that had been in it.
"Look at how well you're taking me."
Excruciatingly slowly, he pushed himself inch by inch into your tightness once more.
The sound of your moans filled the room again, spurring Aegon to thrust into you again faster and harder.
You could see perfectly how his whole length disappeared inside you, how your abdomen bulged when his dick filled it. You could hear it and above all feel it.
Once again your climax was approaching, much more intense than the one before.
Out of reflex, you put your hand on his chest, trying to push him away a little. With his free hand he grabbed yours and prevented further interruptions from you.
To compensate for the increasingly intense sensation, you were left with only your moans, which once again culminated in more of a scream, overwhelmed by his animalistic movements inside you.
As you tremblingly received your release, your prince decided that he had now earned his.
Faster than you could recover, he pressed you again into the fabric of the bed, placed one of your legs over his chest on his shoulder to penetrate you even deeper, and held you by your neck and hips in the position that suited him.
He began to mercilessly chase his climax, ignoring your pleas.
Your sensations were extremely overstimulated, you felt almost exclusively pain, but that did not turn you on any less.
His gaze lingered on your breasts, which bobbed with his every thrust. He loved this view almost as much as your overwhelmed facial expressions.
After a few moments, which seemed like several hours, you could feel him tense and loosen his grip. Over and over he murmured your name with a moan as he climaxed.
He pushed your leg off his shoulder before resting on his elbows to your left and right, breathing heavily. Every now and then a low, short moan still left his mouth.
His dick twitched inside you, filling you with Aegon's warm seed that you desired so much. When every drop had flowed into you, he dropped exhausted beside you, leaving a cool emptiness in your midst.
Despite your dizziness, his scrutinising gaze did not escape you at all. The older prince had always needed a lot of reassurance.
"You were amazing Aegon." You murmured, also still breathing erratically.
"No one could ever satisfy me the way you do." You followed up.
Pure satisfaction now reflected in his bright eyes and he slid closer to you to kiss you intimately and command you to stay with him that night.
It was not the first and would certainly not be the last.
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