#me trying to keep this a reasonable length: it's a pretty simple idea--

[kingkaizen]

𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

∘ desc: you love seeing the image that looks back at you

∘ ft: geto

∘ includes: mirror sex, teasing, aftercare

“Can’t you see how pretty you look, Suguru?”

With one hand gripping his chin and the other massaging his painfully hard cock, he was forced to gaze at the way he was embarrassingly leaking all over your fingers. You’ve barely even done anything, just kissed, but yet even the smallest things were able to get him to this point. All because it was you, he couldn’t help but constantly feel sparks whenever he felt your touch.

His lips parted, a soft gasp erupting from his chest as your thumb quickly swiped across the fleshy pink head, your movements so calculated and focused. The look on his face was so dazed, his head fumbling around for any words to even begin to respond to your question. When you brought up the idea to incorporate the use of your mirror, he didn’t even begin to think that seeing himself this way would have such an effect on him.

“C’mon, I’ll stop if you don’t answer me y’know…”

“M’sorry, baby. It feels t-too good.”

You’re always constantly telling Geto how ethereal you believe he is, and now he’s finally getting a chance to see exactly what you’ve been talking about. The way the faint blush that began on his cheeks and is now spreading throughout his entire body made him shiver, your soft hand and dirty words making him breathless. 

“Aw, that’s too bad,” you released him from your hand and let his length slap pathetically against his lower stomach, “I guess I’ll have to leave you like this. Can’t give you what you want if you can’t answer a simple question for me.”

Panic instantly set in his chest, listening to the way he cried out an apology. “Fuck, please? M’sorry, so so sorry.” His hips stuttered at the lack of stimulation, his body getting hotter and hotter the longer he has to wait for you to finally do something. 

He felt your mouth brush against his, your tongue tracing the outline of his bruised lips before you bit down rather softly, chuckling at the quiet breath that he let out in response. You began to kiss up the side of his neck, and he loved how close you were to him at that moment. He can’t get enough of your scent as he breathes you in, a warm feeling fluttering all over his chest because of how good you made him feel. He suddenly jumped, large hands gripping the sides of your waist when you began to nibble on the tip of his ear, knowing how sensitive it was. He couldn’t take it anymore, refusing to allow you to tease him longer as he flipped you over quickly, impatiently running the tip of his cock up against your slit. 

“You can’t keep teasing me like that sweetheart,” he placed one of your legs on his shoulder, one hand reaching for the back of your neck to pull you in closer, “I want you to watch how well you take me.”

You loved how easily you were able to push your usually reserved boyfriend over the edge like this, enjoying whenever he got a bit rougher on you than usual. With his hand keeping your head tilted down, you were forced to watch the way his cock began to sink inside of you, puffy walls immediately clamping down and massaging him just the way he liked. The pain from the stretch of your neck was already beginning to set it, but you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to.

“F-Fuck you feel so good, already so ready for me.” It was embarrassing, how much you were already creaming all over him. The thin layer of white covering him whenever he pulled out just to push right back in, you wish you could hide how much it was affecting you. Watching your facial expressions at this moment was his favorite thing, wishing that he could stay in this moment forever. Maybe that’s the reason why Geto was moving especially slow, making you whine in annoyance as he finally loosened his grip from your sore neck.

“Not yet, I-I wanna try to use the mirror, just like you wanted.”

With that, his warmth left your presence as he grabbed a chair to sit in front of the floor-length mirror, leading your wobbly frame over to him as he sat down. Holding your hips, he slowly sank you onto his awaiting length, fingers reaching to grip onto the back of your knees. In this position, there was nothing that you could hide from him. You were completely spread out, the perfect view of your throbbing clit and the way you were already dripping down his balls.

“You see that? I love how sensitive you get for me, always so beautiful.” Despite the rather lewd position, his words were a sharp contrast, making your mind run wild and breath quicken with every second he cooed softly in your ear.

“Sugu’, please...I c-can’t wait anymore.”

“I know princess, you don’t even need to ask.” He began to slowly rock your hips against his, groaning at how easy it is for him to thrust so deep inside of you. “Love it when you get all cute and desperate for me.” 

Your head fell back against his shoulder, breath fanning and tickling his neck as he kept control of the pace. Tugging your head back forward with a hand gripping your chin, he watched as your gazed absentmindedly at the mirror in front of you.

“Sorry honey, but it’s only fair that you watch yourself since you made me do the same.” A smirk graced his features as you whined, clenching harder around him at the mere sight of you completely losing yourself from his cock. The urge to close your eyes again became greater and greater by the second, but you were able to continue watching yourself for the most part.

It wasn’t long before Geto’s movements became more impatient, thrusts sloppy and fingers easily finding your clit. Your nails dug into his strong forearms, leaving crescent-like indents into his skin as he hissed at the pain. That only made him even more frantic, panting against the shell of your ear as he muttered out words of encouragement to you.

“C’mon baby, it’s okay. I know how close you are, you could do it. I want you to watch yourself the entire time, can you do that for me? Go on, cum for me.”

His words only brought you there closer, tensing up in his grasp as rippling waves of pleasure shocked your entire body, making you shake as you choked out a mixture of his name and other words that Geto couldn’t quite grasp. You could feel his pulse inside of you, shuttering against your frame as he cums, making an even bigger mess of the two of you. Your body slumped against his, the exhaustion quickly setting in and you’re curled into him. The warmth of his body paired with the aftermath of your orgasm caused you to fall asleep rather quickly, trusting him to take care of you the way he always has. He did just that, cleaning you both up before cuddling up against you in bed, holding you close in his arms as he slept with the sound of your heartbeat pounding in his ears.

© kingkaizen | do not copy, steal, or duplicate!

[deadqueerboys]

could you write a wilbur soot x fem!reader for me where theyre really good friends who always hang out but they have MASSIVE sexual tension going on and one night shes sleeping over at his house and he gets hard because of her pyjama shorts and they fuck?

if not thats totally cool:)��btw youve been devouring these fics lately

As I said, I don't write for fem! reader, but this idea turned me on so much..

Mwah, my little strawberry, I loved this!!

Damn Pajamas - Wilbur Soot x Fem! Reader

It's just a sleepover.. just a simple little sleepover, right? Right. So.. why is Wilbur so weird lately? All their sexual tension just disappeared after Y/n put her pajamas on. She always used to tease Wilbur with those, sending him pics in the middle of the night so he can know how well she's dressed, but when he finally has the chance, he doesn't nothing? Weird.

She walks around the living room, bouncing her hips with the song that Wilbur let playing while he does a tea for both of them. He watches her from the kitchen, his eyes hungrily taking note of the way how she's dressed, her sweet moves and the way how she shake that ass makes him want to grab her now and there.

"Why are you so happy?" He asks, trying to keep his cool with a usual tone of voice. Wilbur sighs as he looks down at his bulge, trying to grind it against the bench while Y/n his distracted. He feels so guilty, but she's so hot that he can't help himself.

"Well, I'm finally spending time with my famous weird best friend, is a good reason to be in a good mood." Y/n turns down the volume of the music, coming closer to Wilbur, facing him in the other side of the bench, he making everything possible so she doesn't see anything under his hips.

"Maybe." He handles her the tea with a shrug and a smile, his cock twitching with the close view of her breasts. Wilbur clears his throat, pulling a chair so he can sit down and hide even more his arouse. He puts his hand on his own thigh while drinking his tea with the other. "You're looking good." Wilbur smirks, his perv personality getting the best of him as his eyes become more lazy and focused, driving through all her body.

"He's back!!" She giggles, taking a sip of her tea. Y/n turns around the bench, coming closer to him and hugging him from behind. She wraps her arms around him while resting her head on his back. He smells good as always, a sweet touch of vanilla but also a manly wooden tip.

Wilbur's eyes widen. He whimpers in surprise, so he quickly forces a small giggle to pretend that was just the start of a laugh. She, oblivious of his hard nature, runs her naughty fingers on his chest and comes closer to his belt.

"Are you on heat or something? That's pretty sluty from you." Wilbur teases, his voice low and sharpy voice sending a shiver down her spine and finding the way inside her panties. She feels slightly wet from his words, so giving back the favor, Y/n touches his crotch, only fast enough to notice that he is also excited.

"Oh my God! You're- how could you?" She smirks, crossing her arms under her chest.

"It's your fault.." When he turns around to face her, he pets his thighs with a mischievous glint and a little pout, almost wanting to make her feel pity of his needy state. He sits properly, spreading his legs and guiding her hands to his covered cock again. He lays his head back, taking a deep breath. She steps in, getting between his legs and biting her lips.

"My fault?" Y/n asks, not totally sure what to do with this whole new information. She tries to cup it with her hand, causing him to moan. She feels herself getting wetter, but she tries to focus on him.

He cups her cheeks, smiling and slowly kissing her with passion. Wilbur puts down his sweatpants, only enough to show her how hard he was and how uncomfortable his boxers is feeling for his cock right now. She swallows hard, taking his underwear slowly, her hands reaching to touch him and take his length in her hands. It feels good even being so hard. Y/n looks at him, quietly asking for a sign, he just nods.

Wilbur's hand slowly gets inside her pajama shorts, he lean in closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly trail his fingers up her inner thighs, pausing just at begin of her panties. He puts her shorts down a little, rubbing his finger in the edge of her pussy, the wetness making his cock twitches in her hand. He places his other hand around her neck, playing with her hair as he comes closer to her ear. He takes her scent, feeling the sweet strawberry in his lungs like a candy, making him even more needy for her.

As she strokes him a little faster with confidence, he puts one finger inside her tight pussy, both of them moaning in the process. They both leak in synchrony, her pussy squishing in his finger as she desperately nods for him to keep going. He does, moving inside her with no bad intentions. Y/n moves her hips, griding against his finger as she asks for one more, and again, he follows her order. He puts two fingers inside her, her wet pussy swallowing them with hunger.

Wilbur gets up, swapping places with her. He makes her sit down and spread her legs as he keeps fingering her. Without waiting for her at this time, he puts one more finger with the excuse of wanting to get her ready for him. She moans and grabs his hair, kissing him to contain her to be even louder. He giggles quietly at it, slowly taking his fingers off of her and replacing it with his cock that is now only teasing her with his tip.

"You're looking even better now." He plays with her, dragging his dick on her pussy, but never coming inside. Wilbur kisses her one more time. "You have no idea of how much I wanted this." He puts the tip inside her, making her whimper with the contact of his thick crotch. She grabs his shoulder, and he comes in even more.

It takes a moment until he decides to really start moving, but when he does, it's soft. He makes his hips bounce in a comfortable way to her. It's big, almost too much, but never enough. Wilbur pants with the small relief he's having, putting more of himself inside her. His boner getting comfortable inside her tight walls.

He moves a little faster, thrusting into her with peace and passion. The first slap their hips make against each other only drives both of them wild. She wants more, and so does he. She wraps her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper. Y/n moans, and Wilbur frowns while panting.

Wilbur feels ready, he picks her up, and traps her against the surprisingly warm wall, his moves getting lazy but faster, sloppy but more passionately. She moves her own fingers to tease her clit while he pounds into her with a strong thrust.

"That's all you can do? I thought you said you wanted it." She teases, giggling as she moves herself more often in and out, taking all of his length with no problem and no complaints. Y/n bounces on his lap, moaning for him with a smirk. She's more awake than ever.

He grabs her ass cheeks, fucking himself inside her instead of give her properly attention and care. Wilbur is turned into a mess. He's so horny that it barely matters to him if she's enjoying or not. He bury his head on her breasts, laying there like a pillow but also sucking her nipples while he slaps her ass.

"Wait- Wilbur!" She pants, tapping his back before finally cumming all over his dick. Y/n moans and cries, feeling the knot in her stomach disappears. With the overwhelming feeling, she wraps her arms around him again, kissing desperately and lazily his neck.

Wilbur smirks, leading her to sit on the kitchen bench again. He takes his cock out of her pussy, stroking himself harder before cumming over her stomach and thighs, but not on her pussy. He moans and giggles, his relief feeling so hot and warm on Y/n's skin..

"We.. should do more sleepovers." He winks, coming back to be cocky with her.

"Yes. Yes, we should.." She giggles, kissing him some kind of horny concern.

[nanamimizz]

tags: no warnings, childhood friends to lovers, brief jealousy, teasing reader/smug reader, fluff

synopsis: you love rin, rin loves you - so why did he only know realize what it is your passion is? and did the others know before he did?

“You play the piano?” Rin, the youngest of the Itoshi brothers is nothing but demanding and it can be seen even by how he asks you such a simple question. You hum an affirmative and grace him with a pleasant smile, nodding your head when those cold teal eyes flicker like flame between your face and the now-revealed music sheets in your hand. Rin watches how you carefully sift through the papers, checking once and twice - he never knew you could be so diligent, is this what he looked like to you with things like his cool down or warm-ups? Rin doesn’t have much of an opinion to give on the way things look but he thinks you look lovely with the backdrop of the piano behind you.

“I’ve played for a couple of years now - I do recitals too. Isagi and the others have come to see me play.” You drop the knowledge easily as if you didn’t know it would make his pretty teal eyes twitch at the idea of others knowing something about you he doesn’t. Which has incidentally happened, right under his nose nonetheless. Rin tilts his head forward and scowls, as he does when he's frustrated on the field and you try very hard not to smile at him. Rin is many things - focused, dedicated, yes but mature?

No way in hell.

“Why didn’t I know? Why did Isagi and the others know?” Rin doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve but you’ve known him, longer than anyone at Blue Lock. You know how selfish he is, when undermined he snaps his jaws at anyone and anything. You are more his than you are you. Rin loves you selfishly, and maybe there is something to say about you too - in which you let him love you in this venomous way. As you bring your folder up to your face, hiding your smile like a fan, you can’t help but find this side of him precious because you are the only one who has seen Rin at this level. At the root of his being Itoshi Rin is still a little brother and like all little brothers they are demanding, filled with a neediness that can only be satisfied with prostrating promises of one’s own devotion.

“I’m sorry Rin, I wasn’t sure if it would interest you.” You say and it placates him if only a little. The fire of his eyes cools and he lets you reach out to grasp his hand in yours - Rin feels like pinching himself for never noticing the callouses and notches in the length of your delicate fingers from playing the piano.

“Anything interests me if it’s you,” Rin responds and promises as easily as breathing. In the past, this would anger him, how easily he could swear himself to you when all he wanted to do was put all his being into this sport that both blesses and curses him. He looks at you, watches how you look at him as warm as the sun; how you hold onto his hand with this foreign gentleness. He thinks the last time he was handled this gently was back then when he was just a kid and Sae would get him ice cream for whatever reason. You are like those days - the warmth of the setting sun and the sweetness of ice cream he can’t even remember the flavor of.

“Is that a promise, Rin?” You ask and you are teasing him - a trait you’ve grown into as of late and he can’t say he is fond of it when it’s directed his way. His scowl has soothed, smoothed back over into the regular calm face he wears throughout his day-to-day life. You meet his eyes with an excited smile when you notice how they aren’t frigid chips of arctic ice, and more like the warmer waters of the tropics. Yes, you smile with a bit more of a victorious edge, that’s what you want Rin’s eyes to be like when he looks at you.

“Play for me, and if I like it it’s a promise.” You huff amusedly - leave it to Rin to make you work for what you want. You do your best to keep your face away from his gaze as he’ll only grow smug at the flustered amusement that paints it. Rin is still the little brother, in his heart of hearts, and little brothers are known through and through to be smug when faced with the taste of victory. When his eyes catch the tilt of your lips and the flush to your cheek as you turn to take a seat on the piano bench he does his best to carve into the pockets of his existence. You hum as you pluck a sheet from your folder and hold out for him to inspect from his place behind you. You don’t see him nod, you already know it has his approval. You place it in front of you - Love’s Joy, Liebesleid-Rachmaninoff Arrangement.

With one last look over your shoulder, you glance at the man you’ve loved all your life, from the teal eyes that haunt you and the broad frame you’ve seen grow right before you.

Yes, you think, this piece will do nicely.

[fishnapple]

As a professional tarot reader, I imagine you got a busy life outside of that whether it's another job or social obligations. I like how you conduct yourself both on your blog and when making personal interpretation reports for others. How do you tend to manage yourself, schedule, and energy to make the creative-spiritual content that you do? You seem to genuinely enjoy what you are doing. 🥰 Do you have any general or practical advice for people thinking of starting out in becoming a reader for others? 🤔

Hi, thank you for such a lovely message💓🌰 (I feel like sending some chestnuts). Somehow the word "conduct" reminds me so much of Saturn, and then Saturn reminds me of chestnuts.

Your question took longer to reply to than I expected. As I wrote, I realised that this is quite a broad topic. If I were to write to my heart's content then it would turn into an essay, so I will try to keep it concise as much as possible 👀

A bit of context: I quit my corporate job that used to take up more than half the time of day. After being a corporate clown for 9 years, now I just live as a hermit and do freelance jobs. Maybe I will stay as a hermit for the next 9 years then begin another journey, who knows. I'm not that good at self management, but my life right now is pretty simple, so it's easier to manage. I will share some of my personal experiences and observations about time management, creativity and spirituality here:

Time

Routine: Doing readings at a certain time of the day. I just found out recently that I do divination reading best at night time, rather than during daytime. I keep a general timetable in my head so I can have a general idea of when to do something (and not following it).

Checklist: I also keep a checklist of tasks I need to complete on time (PACs, personal readings), the feeling of ticking off boxes can be pretty satisfying 😆.

Space out readings: For PACc, I only read one group/day to keep the energy and length balanced between each group (if I do all the groups in one go, later group's reading length will suffer). For personal readings, I do the opposite, I tend to read all the questions in one go, but won't read for more than one person in one day.

Productivity

Enjoyment: Are you doing readings for your own enjoyment or as a duty? Do you genuinely like the questions, the topics? Do you feel comfortable doing readings for certain topics, for certain people? I don't think divination can be something that you can force yourself to do, especially when reading for other people.

Motivation: What are you trying to achieve when doing readings? for fun, for practice, for gaining knowledge, for digging out people's deep dark secrets, for money or for other reasons? Being clear on what motivates you will give you a better direction.

Perseverance: I like how every time I ask Tarot about my path, I always got the 8 of pentacles. Routine practice is good, don't compare yourself with other people, keep your gaze on what you're doing.

Guilt & Fear: I have productivity guilt sitting in the dark corner, ready to nag and whip any time I dare to be idle. Thanks to this, I was actually able to do lots of things. Doing something creative is also a good way to relieve stress for me, so the more stressed I am, the more productive I become *quietly, begrudgingly mumbling a "thank you" to Saturn aspects*. Guilt and fear, sometimes, can be such great motivators, with the right dose of course. (on the topic of fear, I once asked my friend if they didn't have any fears at all, what are the things that they would do? My friend answered "nothing, If I didn't fear anything, I wouldn't do anything at all")

Creativity/ Energy

Creative energy pool: Not to be confused with general energy pool. I don't know if other people feel the same, but for me, creative energy has a definite allotment for each day. If I use up that energy for one creative activity then I can't do another creative activity in that same day. So cramming many creative activities in one day can be counter intuitive. Doing divination, in my opinion, can also be a form of creative act, as it's about translating the messages inside you into a visible form of communication. So be mindful of that aspect.

The cyclical nature of creative energy: Some people are able to maintain a constant flow of energy, but in my case, it can be sporadic, it waxes and wanes like the moon so if I ever find myself feeling uninspired, I will just leave it and do other things, because I know it will come back later. If you find a topic or a question unappealing, maybe leave it for a while, read other topics then come back to it later.

Energy level: This is about the general energy level. Each person will have a different peak time for doing something during the day. Find out about yours and ultilise it. The tone and quality of a reading will reflect your energy, doing a reading when you're tired or physically unwell will have a negative impact on both the reading and you, not to mention the receiver of that reading if you read for others.

Interaction with energies: Be aware of your interaction with other people's energy, reading for others is a two way connection. Having your moods and thoughts be influenced by other's energy is real. Some will energise you, others can leave a bad taste but don't let that discourage you.

In the end, the most helpful advice I can think of is take it easy, keep doing what you enjoy and keep it fun & meaningful (even the soul searching, deep introspection readings needn't to be all dark and heavy, facing your demons can be like those dark fantasy novels, but it can also be slice of life comedy, none is less meaningful than the other)

I hope this can be helpful somehow. Have a great weekend ahead. 🌼🎐

[wisteriagoesvroom]

Re: suits, there are hundreds of different types of suits, but the most common cuts are british, american and italian. I could see Lando (aka would love to see) most likely in an italian cut (slim tailoring on trousers and jacket, unstructured shoulders, light cloth (not colour but fabric) also looks very nice with an open collar and no tie...). Typical big brand names here are Zegna, Armani or Attolini, I personally love Kiton and Brioni as well, but just googling itlian cut suits should show some good results.

For Oscar, I would adore a (for once) properly tailored brutish cut suit (higher waistline for the trousers, more structure in the shoulders, tapered waist, thicker fabrics). Maybe even make it a proper three-piece bc ever since the wetsuit pics from Australia, I think we all agree that those curves need to be shown more often. Examples here are Ted Baker, Dunhill and ofc everything Savile row.

Tho if we keep with the Mclaren sponsors, Reiss does some great work as well. There's a double-breasted tuxedo jacket in this year's collection that I would love to see Lando in (then again tuxedos are a whole nother topic ...)

This got very long and is probably not very helpful but I love infodumping about fashion lol <3

i know you were self conscious about writing at length about this but all i have to say is: yes. here is some additional photographic evidence from my POV;

lando in snazzy italian tailoring, but to take the stylised vector a bit further:

exhibit a: asymmetric waistcoat with steampunk details

exhibit b: italian but with a fun pattern

exhibit c: open collar a step further, he could so rock a 70s suit. also just really need him to rock the gucci glasses with some shiny loafers like he’s sooooo got that vibe. im thinking how bruno mars and harry styles wear that kind of suiting sometimes

now to our elusive chanteuse f1 driver oscar jack. i feel like it’s, like what you described, about a classic style but with really fine details. good fabrics, simple cuts, plain colourways. below is pretty stylised but also this is rpf and it’s my playground and if we were claiming realism we should just put the rpf toys down full stop and i am not doing that!!

if taking a costume designer’s perspective too, there could be soooo much you could say with layering and pattern and contrast depending where we are in the story or plot. the idea of fic!oscar in a classic brit cut suit with tiny revealing details like a handkerchief (lando’s) or a button (a nod to a family member or a friend) is very dear to me.

the other option i like is a classic tux jacket with tails and crisp shirt and a a sky blue handkerchief, like idk that image also tickles me for some reason.

anyway so i had been thinking about a tailor AU- *loud scuffling noise as i try to put wayward au ideas back in their box*

p.s. oscar in dunhill... like u were cooking but u especially cooked w that one....

and tagging the people who might be interested in this conversation i invite y’all to weigh in!! @cx-boxbox @kichona-s and @jusst-you-race

[bangtaninborderland]

THE GENTLEMEN SPECIAL SCENE - Ch.02

Genre: Smut, filthy filthy smut.

Warning: oral (m rec), degradation, mentions of pet play, humiliation, anal, mxm, use of cock ring, denial. Overstimulation. This is literally filth.

Plot: Jimin punishes Taehyung and Jungkook after they take something that doesn’t belong to them.

Vote for this weeks gentlemen

When Jimin entered the room both Taehyung and Jungkook had been on their knees, a smirk plastered on both of their faces.

“Don’t you two boys look pretty, how lucky I am that I have you all to myself.” Neither of them responded, the silence showing both a sign of acceptance and submission, one that jimin revelled in.

He paid them no mind as he gathered the box of “tools” he would need. He felt the younger boys eyes on him as he laid everything out on the table beside his bed. Various toys and a bottle of lube filling up the space.

“Both of you, naked.” He instructed, sitting on the bed, positioning himself to get a better view as they shuffle awkwardly around each other in silence, their clothing being discarded and then folded up before both resumed their positions in front of the Dom.

“So well behaved, it’s a shame you couldn’t have done that sooner isn’t it?”

Jungkook was the one brave enough to brake the silence. “We are sorry.” He couldn’t help stealing a glance at his elder.

“Oh bun you really think that’s going to make it all better?” The doms eyebrow quirks up as he stares back at the younger . “And did I say you could look at me? If you want to cum today I suggest you start to behave”

It was adorable how Jungkook flailed to look down, his cheeks reddening at the mild scolding.

His attention turns to Tae who had began writhing around slowly almost as if to avoid suspicion but it wasn’t something Jimin let go unnoticed. He reached a hand out grabbing the youngest face firmly, forcing him to still his small movements. “Baby do you want to explain to me why you thought it was a good idea to take the very collar I had explicitly told you to leave alone?”

The younger froze muttering out a simple “ I don’t know“ his brain providing no excuse or reason.

Jimin clicks his tongue agains the roof of his mouth breathing out a laugh before grabbing Jungkook by his hair, pulling him forward into his lap. “Well then you can sit here whilst I play with your little accomplice and when you are ready to give me a good enough answer then maybe I’ll let you join in.”

“Bun look at me.” Jimin instructed, “take my cock out and show me that you aren’t just a disobedient bunny.”

Jungkook didn’t hesitate, his hands rushing to free Jimins semi hard cock. His mouth wrapped around the tip, causing the Dom to groan.

Taehyung whined in response which earned him a silencing glare from Jimin. “And don’t even think about getting off, if you so much as touch your dick I will tie you up and leave you with a vibrator on your tip until you’ve cum so many times all you can do is whine and moan for me to stop.”

At that the pups movements froze, his hands falling to his side as he watched on as Jungkook continued to take Jimins member in his mouth.

He brushed the maknaes hair from his face as he stuttered out words of praise. “Fuck such a good boy for me, do you like having my cock in your mouth?” He pushed his hips upwards against the boys face causing him to gag a little before settling back down into a simple rhythm, to which Jimins hips met, helping the younger take the full length of the doms cock. “Just like that baby.”

Jungkook had a special skill when it came to sucking cock, he knew just how to flick his tongue around Jimins tip causing the Dom to tighten his grip in his hair. Jungkook thrived off the way Jimin would use his mouth in moments like these, he would never openly admit it but being used like a slut made his own cock throb, it didn’t help that he could hear the quiet whimpers of Tae who had been watching the scene eagerly whilst simultaneously trying to follow Jimins orders of keeping his hands anywhere but to himself.

Jungkooks doe eyes had glazed over, his own orgasm approaching despite being untouched, he let out a desperate whine as Jimin pulled his cock away but was silenced when he felt a light slap to his cheek. “I am going to cum, do not swallow I want you to keep it in your mouth.”

The maknae nodded, he didn’t care where Jimin came as long as it was somewhere in him. He only had to work the tip for a few more seconds before he felt the ropes of warm salty liquid coat his mouth, he did his best to keep it resting against his tongue as Jimin pulled out.

Despite still recovering from his orgasm Jimin sat up, reaching a hand out to the neglected man. “Taehyung, baby come here.”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate, jumping to his feet only to be scolded. “Did I tell you that you could walk? Such a dumb boy.”

“I’m sorry.” He whispered before dropping to his knees, this time crawling over to where Jungkook had been sitting between Jimins leg.

He instantly felt comforted as Jimin ran a hand through his curls. “It’s okay baby, I want you to go ahead and kiss jungkookie for me okay?.”

“Okay.” Taehyung chirped, a dopey grin plastered on his face as he leant across to the younger.

Jimin was mesmerised by the site of them, his cum being transferred into Taehyungs mouth as Jungkook flicked his tongue against the mole on his lip. Between the two Taehyung seemed to take the dominant stance on the kiss, his own hands coming to wrap around Jungkooks neck which in turn only made him moan into the matters mouth.

The Dom would have happily watched them go on if he didn’t have other plans but unfortunately for them he did.

He stood up, wrapping his hand around the scruff of Taes neck and pulling him back. Effectively ending their moment of passion. “That’s enough, Jungkook get on the bed face down ass up. Taehyung you’re going to fuck him.”

The masseuse should have known that even when he was being given something that resembled a reward during a punishment he should be ten times more sceptical but he never was. He always accepted whatever Jimin handed to him without question which is why he wasn’t expecting it when the Dom slid a cock ring down his own painfully hard cock.

Jimin laughed at Taehyungs dumbfounded expression. “You can have that off once you make the bunny cum three time.” He winked at him once more before positioning himself in a chair he had placed in the corner.

“Three?!” Jungkook look just as shocked at his revelation.

“Do you want it to be four? Or I could put the cock ring on you and have Taehyung overstimulate your pathetic little cock for hours. Your choice.”

Jungkook instantly shook his head in a panic. “No I’ll take the three I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry, what?” Jimin leaned forward, his face blank.

Jungkooks face flashed a crimson red as he looked away and mumbled a small “I’m sorry Daddy.”

“Taehyung prep him baby, your cock is too big to fit in his tight ass.” Jimin pointed to the bottle of lube he had placed on the table earlier.

“Yes daddy.” Even if he couldn’t cum straight away, the thought of being inside Jungkook was more than enough to get him moving.

He coated his fingers in a generous amount of the strawberry Lubricant and began working them against the youngest entrance, he marvelled at the way Jungkook let out a muffled moan as he slid a digit into his ass.

“More.” Jungkook pushed back against taehyung earning a slap to his ass.

“Is that how you ask?”

Jungkook groans and Taehyung was pretty sure he had rolled his eyes but he let it slide. “More please.”

“As you wish baby.” Taehyung didn’t wait any longer pushing a second and then third finger into the man beneath him.

It was safe to say Jungkook was enjoying himself, letting out soft moans as he dusted the sheets every time Taehyung graded his finger again his prostate. He gave up being patient after a few minuets. “I don’t know any more prep just please put your cock in me.”

“So fucking greedy.” Taehyung grunted slapping his ass once again before positioning his own angry tip against Jungkooks ass.

“You’re such a desperate slut aren’t you?”He wasn’t even embarrassed as he moaned at the way Jimins words were laced with humiliating filth. The Dom knew exactly what he was doing as Jungkooks cock twitched.

“Make him cum baby.” Jimin winked at taehyung as he rubbed his own hardening member, watching carefully as the masseuses cock disappeared inside the younger.

“oh Tae- fuck- harder.” Jungkook babbled incoherently as Taehyung relentlessly abused his ass with his cock, fucking into him like he was nothing more than a fleshlight, a mere toy for his own pleasure. His gaze was focused on Jimin who was now rubbing a hand up and down his length teasingly.

Jungkook interrupts eye fucking as he squeals, his back arching as his orgasm tethers by a string. “Hyung.. wanna cum.”

“Cum for me pretty bunny, make Hyung proud.” Jimins voice was soft but laced with a filth that pushed Jungkook over the edge, taehyung could only squeeze the youngest thighs harshly as he held himself back from his own impeding release, the way Jungkooks ass tightened around him as spurts of cum painted his stomach making it almost impossible.

Jungkook was in a daze, his mind clearly elsewhere as jimin approached him. Sitting beside his head as he caressed the boys neck. “Such a pretty whore for me.” He gave taehyung a look before nodding . “Again.”

Taehyung rutted against Jungkook, eliciting a whine from him as he tried to push himself away. Cock throbbing from overstimulation.

Jimin tutted, his hands pressing down the poor boy down into his previous position, making it impossible for him to get away as taehyung began fucking into him again, Jungkooks cock twitching with every plunge of taehyungs cock against his prostate.

It was both heaven and hell, tears already rolling down his face. “Puh - please. Too ‘uch”

“You wanted to help my dumb puppy, you take the consequences baby. If you move again I’m going to make your ass all colours of red with my belt.”

Tae groaned, a shiver running down his spine at the thought of watching Jimin punish his partner in crime.

“Such a fucking slut, do you like the idea of that? Do you like the idea of watching me punish him? Does it make my puppy excited, maybe we should tie him up and see hot many hits it takes to turn his ass a pretty purple?”

Jungkook couldn’t hold back at the filthy words falling from Jimins mouth, accompanied by the jackhammering of taehyungs thick lengthy cock inside of him, another orgasm ripping through him, milking his cock dry as he whimpered and whined pathetically.

“no-no more, no no can’t can’t agains, too much.” Jungkook sobbed shaking his head, it was honestly a futile attempt but he was too fucked out to care. Every nerve within his body was on fire and Jimin loved it, pride swelling in his chest and he watched them both.

“What’s your colour baby? Do you need to stop?”

Jungkook shook his head no but that wasn’t enough to satisfy jimin. Comfort and safety was always before pleasure. “Verbally kook.”

“Green, good, go”

Taehyung was focused, his face twisted in both pain and pleasure as he fought to hold his own orgasm back, Jungkook was a babbling writhing mess beneath him, too tucked out to even beg properly.

Both at his mercy, both at his disposal.

“Baby, pull out.” Jimin instructed, his head snapping up to meet the dominants eyes instantly, as he slowed his sloppy thrusts.

The sight before jimin was beautiful, Jungkooks thighs painted with taehyungs cum, who was wincing as the shorter man pulled off the cock ring.

Jimin squeezed taehyungs balls, hard enough to make him hiss in pain. Although it was something he rather enjoyed. “Keep fucking him for me, show me that you know how to use that big cock of yours, prove to me it’s not just worthless. You wouldn’t want to have a worthless cock would you? Wouldn’t want me to have to lock it away in a nice little cage to keep you safe hmm? What do you think jungkookie, do you think taehyung fucked you right? Should we make him do it again? Think your pretty hole could handle another round?”

“Y-yes daddy wan’ taetae to make m-me feel good again.” Jungkook pouted, pulling them both towards him with the limited reach he had.

Taehyung flipped Jungkook over, despite his bigger frame it was easy considering how pliant the younger was. He lined himself up and slid once more between Jungkooks ass, forcing his thick member into the sloppy hole with a grunt, taes right hand landing a slap to his ass cheek as he watched his cock disappear.

“Such good boys for me, fuck him for me puppy, cum for me like good boys.”

On Jimins command taehyung began thrusting into the younger, hips snapping eagerly, it was no longer about pleasing Jungkook or meeting the requirements of Jimin it was about seeking his own pleasure, it was about emptying his heavy balls into the pretty ass before him.

“Look at you learning puppy, learning how to use your useless cock all to please me. Maybe I’ll get jungkookie a pretty collar so you can keep him tied up, use him whenever, practice with him for me hmm? But then again I know how desperate you are. After all, my big dumb puppy can’t control himself. Needs his owner to take care of him.” Jimins voice was dark, daring, fucking down right illegal.

The words had taehyungs restraint falling apart, his head lolled back as he came, his moans were deep, rough, as if he was a depraved man finally getting what he needed to sustain him. Jungkook was a mess, panting for oxygen as he all but screamed as he came again, his body going lax as Tae rode out his own.

Jimin talked him through his orgasm, whispering praises into his ear as he planted soft kisses against his skin. “Such a good boy for me taehyungie, it’s okay , I know you can’t help it with that big dumb cock of yours .”

After a few silent moments of everyone recovering from the intense scene, heavy breathing the only sounds, Jimin pulled them both towards him, smothering them in hugs and kisses. “You both did amazing, how do you feel? Sore? Tired? Is there anything you need my sweet boys?”

Jungkook smiled lazily, nuzzling into taes neck. “‘m fucked good.”

“Sorry minie.” Taehyung whined, clearly entering sub space.

Jimin shushed him with a kiss “You have nothing to apologise for, I am so proud of both of you. Although tae I will have to punish you separately for going against me. Do you want to explain to me why you decided to take your collar?”

Tae shrugged as best he could, his body still exhausted. “Wanted to feel closer to you.”

“I’m always in the house pup.”

“wanted more.”

He sighed turning his head to the other body beside him. “And what about you bun? What made you help him?” He asked with a soft kiss to the maknaes sweaty forehead.

“My Tae Tae.”

It was enough of an answer to help jimin understand, he had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the first nor the last time the two got into trouble. It left him feeling somewhat excited, he wouldn’t mind dishing out punishments especially if it meant seeing them like this, all for him, only for him.

“Well, your Tae Tae is forbidden from cumming for the rest of the week and depending on his behaviour possibly the rest of next week. Maybe then he would think twice before requesting you join him for some rule breaking fun hmm?” Jimin laughed as Taehyung groaned, pushing him away before bringing him back seeking comfort.

There was nothing better than the blissful feeling of being fucked, or in Jimins case, watching the people you love be fucked.

[pelagaye]

red shoes on yellow brick

fandom: honkai star rail pairings: sampo, dan heng, gepard x reader summary: y/n is no dorothy but upon reaching the magical place of welt, y/n sees no issue in helping a number of its people. perhaps even providing them more than what they seek with how unique and charming this individual with red shoes on is. notes: tada! it's a wizard of oz au and may this first fic of mine be to your liking despite the length ehe i kinda had so much making it <3

it's a simple wish truly because when a big unwarranted tornado whisks you away from the comfort of your own residence, all you can want for is just to get back home.

seeing how troubled you've becoming, some lil chibi people who refers themselves as "the mole munchkins" that helped you earlier from the wreckage advises that you go meet a mighty powerful being that calls himself the wizard of welt who can grant any wish you long for.

sounding like a fairy godmother, it definitely captivated you so you might as well see what he's capable off.

the munchkins gives you a pair of red sandals they found on the sides, believing it can help you on the way to the wizard.

honestly, you'd trade the nice pair of red shows you now had on for the sake of getting back if you can.

bidding goodbye to the little fellas who told you to just follow the yellow brick road, you and your rabbit pompom begin the journey you didn't ask for the slightest.

here's to hoping the casts you meet along the way are nice.

sampo as the scarecrow

it is a long way to the place you had to be and the never-ending surface of yellow brick just had to emphasize that.

pompom hops around you indicating the both of you should rest before the pain comes through.

your home would still wait for you no matter what, right?

imagining of the place you yearn for, you notice how you ended up in the middle of a enormous cornfield of crops almost glistening like gold.

in between it all, is a scarecrow on a high pole that looks like it's attempting to do its job of shooing pesky birds away.

for something just made of old clothes and straw, the built of the figure was wide, as if he'd have muscles if he had to be human.

you, being the curious type can't help but stare longer than intended on the decoy figure, as there just seems to be so fascinating about it.

"take a photograph it'll last longer."

a voice shakes you from the trance.

when you try to find who it belongs to, there could only be one place-

looking at pompom before directing your eyes to the scarecrow, it winks at you, almost too naturally.

you inquire him how is able to talk and move.

swishing his threads of blue that acts likes bangs, he tells you if you can maybe bring him down he could explain more.

you find out his name is sampo, he asks what's a pretty person like you going to places like this cornfield.

ignoring the flattery, you share your plans to meet the wizard of welt to get back home.

sampo has no clue about the city you are to visit nor the person you seek.

it doesn't make sense to you that the man made of straw has no idea about the info you shared after the munchkins shared everyone knows about the wizard.

"maybe i can tag along? as a scarecrow with no brains, it might help me out. do you think the big shot can do that?"

sampo explains he's tired always being labeled as an idiot so how will he ever know much more if his head is filled with anything but a brain.

your sympathy gets to you first for some reason.

maybe it's the way how he holds your hands as he begs the question, or perhaps it's the way how he softly smiles as he towers in front of your small figure causing the lack of proximity.

"i'll ask the wizard for everything he can offer for you," you tell him.

sampo as a scarecrow, doesn't deny the determination in your voice, and he feels likes the straws in his stomach getting replaced with something else.

maybe he doesn't need a brain when your wit is enough to keep him afloat above any field.

dan heng as the tin man

ever since he was young, relatives and others have told dan heng he had no heart with the cold exterior persona the young man displays usually.

and with all the metal that's part of him to carry like a burden of his own predicament, dan heng could only accept their false accusations to not make the situation any worse than it already is.

just like in the og game, dan heng flees.

after all who wouldn't with that situation?

he comes across a pink haired girl who he eventually becomes accustomed to.

he tells her about his issues and his friend immediately perks up.

"oh??? then why not visit the wizard of welt??" march suggests.

and so he does, alone.

along the way, through the depths of the forest, he doesn't expect rain to happen.

this becomes an inconvenience to the tin man putting a stop to dan heng's expedition.

all because of a damn rain pour that causes him to rust.

there was no way of contacting march in any way and as much as he tries to budge, he remains where he is.

months might have already passed and dan heng could only reflect how much of a troubling life he got to experience.

that is until a pair of red shoes comes into his view.

the man made of tin cannot bring his head up to see who is messing with his parts but he prays to himself that the newcomers are simply just trying to help his pathetic position.

and next thing he knows, he's functioning again! what a surprise!

dan heng doesn't miss a second to offer his gratitude for the oil he was provided.

but before he even tries, he's taken aback by the beauty you hold as you were explaining you were just passing by with sampo the scarecrow with the help of the yellow brick road to get to the wizard. also explaining you were helping sampo in the process as you'd do anything for people in need.

"you have a beautiful heart," dan heng thinks to himself.

he is surprise to think of this coming from his own mind and seeing that he himself doesn't have one of his own.

at least, that's what he thought he has done as he fails to notice the creeping color of red on your face, matching the shoes you wore.

it fades quickly as dan heng humbly requests if he could come, practically silently pleading to whoever is listening that you accept.

thankfully, your kindness allows to agree.

the journey is much more bearable with your company after that.

everything you do in full willingness, even if it's the bare minimum, is enough to encourage dan heng to get that heart from the wizard of oz no matter what.

what he doesn't know, is that he has already gotten one from the fact he has unknowingly fell in love with you.

gepard as the cowardly lion

for someone who's supposedly a "vicious" "feline" with not much courage, it takes not even a fool to realize how much of a sweetheart gepard is.

at least, that was established after being ambushed by the big blonde whom tried to inflict fear on the current party you had going on.

poor pompom having to deal with the fact he was the main target being the smallest.

regardless of such attempt, gepard was secretly frighten by the unexpected retaliation lil pompom pulls back at him without much effort.

you, already exhausted enough from the bs sampo and dan heng does with each other, decides to put an end to the one sided battle going on with the lion and rabbit.

pompom, at long last, stops beating the poor feline and lets you do your thing with what you've already done with all the strays you've been picking up.

putting in his place by placing yourself in front of gepard, staring back into his blue eyes, you decided to execute the only idea you had.

you boop his nose, catching everyone off guard.

"you are nothing but a big coward," you tell him without missing a heartbeat.

still looking back at each other, gepard lets out a sigh of defeat.

"i am painfully aware of that," he frowns.

he explains that he's both a younger and older brother to two sisters whom he cares about so much and they're practically both the main reason why he wants to be much courageous.

he'd sacrifice everything for the sake of their safety, so until he learns a thing or two, he promises to not comeback to them until then.

so he tries to train himself by being scarier in some way or another.

even if it means attacking strangers out of the blue. what a big dumbie i am so in love with him.

"there are many things i can do and cannot. the very least thing i should attempt is prove to myself that i can find the heart and not be the coward i have been my whole life."

you're practically shaking inside hearing his chivalric sentiment.

while no longer a threat despite not being one in the first place, the honesty he holds convinces you to urge him to join your party.

unlike the other two, it's really you this time who's trying to appeal to gepard the idea of heading to the wizard of welt.

"is that right? you wish for me to come with your pack? that's very kind of you but wouldn't i just cause harm such as earlier?"

you tell him that as long as he can apologize to pompom, who seems to still hold a petty grudge, no hard feelings will remain.

gepard smiles at you softly, admiring the valor you've shown him even if it's in your way.

there's no way for him to decline your offer at this point.

he vows to keep you all safe no matter the dangers that'll try to stop, despite how scared he still is deep inside.

you hug him immediately without much thought when he expresses his confirmation.

it's extremely bold of you, yes, but gepard doesn't mind.

he hopes he can return it asap when he gains the courage he hopes for.

[tar-maitime]

joy, or relaxation, or simple pleasure

Rating: G Characters: Maedhros | Maitimo, Fingon | Findekano Additional: modern AU, first meeting, meet-cute WC: .75k

For @russingonweek Day 1 - Light Prompt - Family

“Hey - you’re Maedhros, right?”

Maedhros turned from where she was trying to sort through a makeshift lost-and-found, to see a man roughtly her age whom she thought she recognized as Fingolfin’s oldest son. “Yes, that’s me. What did you need?” 

Inwardly, she dearly hoped it didn’t have to do with some familial crisis - but given that they hadn’t even been at this “family getaway” to celebrate Grandpa Finwe’s eightieth birthday for two whole days yet and her father had already said some regrettable things, she wasn’t terribly optimistic.

“Oh, nothing really. Just to say hi - I don’t think we’ve really met. Fingon Vanyaran, nice to meet you.” He held out his hand and Maedhros reflexively shook it, noting that he didn’t seem fazed by her using her left hand. “And to ask if you needed any help; it seems like you’ve been run off your feet since we all got here.”

Maedhros blinked in surprise. She hadn’t realized anyone had noticed. “Well, I’ve been sorting out the things I know belong to my brothers, and there’s a pile over there of stuff I couldn’t figure out.” She gestured. “If you want to look through for anything that’s yours or your siblings’, you’re more than welcome.”

Fingon smiled agreeably and started sorting; the pile he created had mostly blue paraphernalia, but a few random white items as well. “So how are you liking the vacation so far?” he asked at length. “I’d hope you haven’t spent all of it cleaning up after people.”

“Not literally, no,” Maedhros agreed. Once her brothers hit a certain age, she and her mother had formed a united front and refused to be their maid; her current task was more for stress relief than anything else. “Figuratively, well...”

She trailed off, searching for the proper words, and Fingon diplomatically supplied, “Your father is...interesting.”

Maedhros huffed slightly. “You can come right out and say that he took it too far earlier. With the bit about your side of the family not being real family because your dad and Finarfin are his stepbrothers.”

“Well...”

“The only explanation I can offer,” Maedhros added, “is that he hadn’t had coffee yet. We usually try to keep him away from volatile topics until the caffeine kicks in and gives him a filter.”

“That wasn’t really what I meant,” Fingon cut in. “I was talking about how he took apart the toaster and the garbage disposal and made a trash-eating robot. To be honest, I didn’t really mind that he said we weren’t family. I was hoping you’d agree with him.”

Maedhros let Tyelpe’s baby toy slip from her suddenly slack grasp. It bounced against the tabletop and began to emit an irritating, off-key tune before she automatically swatted it silent. “What?”

“Well, because...so that I could ask you out,” Fingon said, all in a rush, and then looked as though he wished he hadn’t.

That expression was the only reason Maedhros wasn’t convinced she’d heard him incorrectly. “What?” she repeated, just in case.

But instead of saying something that would make much more sense, Fingon squared his shoulders and assumed a determined expression. “I was thinking about asking you out,” he reiterated. “On a date. If you were interested.”

Ah. That brought them to the next question, then. “Why?” Maedhros was aware that, presented properly, she was a catch: pretty, professional, and put-together, and very good at making people forget about the missing hand. But she hadn’t exactly been bringing any of that to bear on this trip; she hadn’t been thinking of impressing anyone that way.

Fingon shrugged. “I wanted to.”

“You wanted to ask out the girl from the large, unruly, frequently rude family headed up by your step-uncle,” Maedhros said disbelievingly. “The girl currently picking through her relatives’ stray belongings - literally single-handedly - because this is her idea of taking a break from wrangling the aforementioned insane family?”

Fingon gave her a grin that somehow managed to be a bit reproachful. “I want to ask out the frankly gorgeous girl with truly stunning levels of competence who’s probably the main reason no one’s maimed anyone else yet on this trip. That’s you, by the way.”

“I...”

From somewhere in the distance, a crash resounded, followed by yelling. “Let’s get through this birthday reunion nonsense first. If everyone’s still alive and not in the hospital at the end of it, I’ll think about it.”

She took off towards the commotion, Fingon at her side. “If I help you make sure nobody dies or gets injured, will that make a stronger case for a yes?” he inquired. 

“It couldn’t hurt.” Maedhros tilted her head, listening. “Sounds like one of mine and one of yours. Come on.”

[ash-elizabeth-art]

Writer's Block (or Whatever the Heck This Is)

Okay, I just need to vent about writing for a bit, because oh my god has it been plaguing me recently, and I just don't know what to do anymore. For some context, it's a dream of mine to write a novel that I'm really proud of and have it published. Sounds like a pretty straightforward, simple goal, but of course I have to go and make it extremely complicated for no reason. I've been writing stories in my spare time since I was a teenager, and I've gone through so many ideas, written and abandoned so many things, had my fair share of writer's block, but I don't think I've ever struggled quite like this before.

This current struggle started all the way back in 2015, when I got an idea for a story and started working on it. Eventually, I realized that I was more interested in two of the side characters, so I ended up spending the next few years writing a story about those two instead, and I did it! I wrote a novel-length story about those two characters, and I did like it, but by the end, I just didn't have the desire to pursue it any further. What I did do, which you'll never guess, is I took two side characters from that story, and wrote a whole spin-off story about them! And again, I wrote a whole 50K+ words about these two, mostly just for fun, and I liked it, but again, just didn't want to pursue it further. And don't get me wrong, I'm still proud of those two stories, and there's a lot about them that I truly love, but I still have this desire to write something and share it with people, to be excited to share it with people. I know that I don't have to share everything I write, but for me, part of what I enjoy about writing is the idea that I could make people feel things, you know? I want to feel the joy and the sadness myself while writing, then share in those feelings with others as they're reading.

The problem now, I suppose, is that I can't seem to commit to a story idea long enough to even write an outline, let alone 50K words. When I wrote those first two stories, I really loved those characters and that universe they were in, and I was excited, and passionate, and committed to those stories. Now? I change my mind about my current idea every five minutes. I can't commit to anything. Does this character have blond hair? No. Wait, yes. These two meet at a bar- no, they meet at a coffee shop! No, I'll stick to the bar. But what if they met through mutual friends? Or in a library? Or, or, or. You get the picture. I'm second guessing everything. I'm doubting my own feelings. It's like I have pre-impostor syndrome, if that even makes sense. I'll be like “Oh, I like that idea!” and there's this evil little gremlin in my head that's like, “No you don't. You don't actually like that.” and I'm like, oh, I guess I don't? And it makes me feel like maybe I should just abandon this idea altogether and try to think of something that I'm not questioning every two seconds. Because surely if I was confident in my idea, this wouldn't be happening, right? Or would this same thing just happen with every story I try to write now? Am I just never gonna feel excited and passionate about something ever again?

Like, you know that feeling you get when you first start writing something, and you're like, this is the best idea I've ever had. I love this. This is great. And you write, and write, and write, and eventually, you go back over what you've written and you're like oh, this is garbage! I can't believe I liked this! I was so blinded by the sheer joy of expressing my ideas that I didn't see the mistakes I was making, let me go back and fix those, and then keep writing this story :) That whole experience, I feel like I'm incapable of having that anymore. But I want to! I want to be so stupidly in love with my own ideas that I write absolute trash but have a blast doing it. And I'm worried that I'll never feel that way again. I'll just be so overly-critical of myself, so doubtful of my own feelings, so worried about how my writing is perceived, that I won't be able to enjoy it anymore.

For instance, with my current idea, I have these two characters who fit the “grumpy and sunshine” trope. And I don't know if I did this subconsciously or what, but the grumpy one has dark hair and is kind of pretentious and likes being alone, and the other one has lighter hair and is sillier and more extroverted. And so at every turn I'm like, no, this is basically just Simon and Baz! Or Sherlock and John! Or Bitty and Jack! Or Hinata and Kageyama! I'm just copying them! I gotta change their appearance and personalities immediately or everyone's gonna know that I'm a character-stealing criminal who deserves to be in Writer Jail forever. This is how my brain works, and it's not fun. And I miss having fun with writing! I know it's not always fun, and it is in fact hard work a lot of the time, but it should also not be this miserable!

And all of these feelings, all of these doubts, they follow me around and stick to every new idea I try to come up with. And the worst part, I think, is feeling like I'm alone in all this. Like I'm the only one who feels this way and has ever felt this way. That everyone else who has written a book has done so easily, and they were in love with their idea the whole time, and the fact that I feel this way means maybe I shouldn't be writing at all. And I know that's not true, but social media sure does do a good job of convincing me it is. I see people announcing book deals, or publishing special editions of their books, or starting work on book #5 after just finishing book #4, and I will be the first to admit that I'm jealous. I don't know how they do it. I look around a Barnes and Noble at all these published books and think, all these people did it, why can't I? And not even just publishing a book, because I know that's a whole other can of worms, I mean just the act of writing something, still loving it after you've written it, then sharing it with people. That in and of itself feels impossible to me.

I don't know..it's just a lot. And I know that some of these things are probably issues that run deeper that I should probably talk to my therapist about, but for now I just wanted to get it all out somewhere because it's been bouncing around in my head for way too long. And if you've ever felt this way or felt anything similar, please please let me know! I think it would really help if I knew that it wasn't just me, because I've basically convinced myself that it is. And if you've never felt this way and have no idea what I'm talking about, thank you for sticking with me and reading this far x)

I hope that you're all enjoying your summer, and that you're not experiencing writer's block!

[thejockout]

Update: It's been a while!

Hey all. Been quite a bit since I've been active here; lot of life stuff going on that's contributed to that, but most of it's resolved now and I'm planning a pretty active return to the scene imminently. I've got some announcements on that front that I'll try to keep brief, but I think anyone who's enjoyed my content in the past will be happy to hear them.

First and foremost, I'm going to be returning to file-making soon (end of 2023 or early 2024) with regularly scheduled releases. (My precise schedule is TBD, but I'm aiming to be release either once weekly or once fortnightly depending on how much of a backlog I can create.) I've got ideas/concepts for 20 files written out atm which would amount to either 5 months of weekly releases/10 months of fortnightly releases once written and recorded. But obviously some of those ideas might not work so well in practice/I'll obviously come up with new ones along the way too, so that number's in flux. I'm going to try to write and record ten before launching any of them, so that I don't leave a huge gap between them again. But I think you guys'll like them, there's something for everyone in what I'm planning to make. There'll be content like what I've made before, but sfw and nsfw, attending a variety of kinks I'm into.

Included in these releases are going to be updated versions of my more popular, previous files. At the moment, the files I am planning to remake are Chill Out, Bro; Blink's Good Boy; All Pups are Good Pups; and The Bigger You Are. Some of these I want to remake for reasons of audio quality, but others I straight up want to rewrite portions of to bring them more up to my current standards. I've run out of space on Soundcloud and a premium account is expensive, so I'm racking my brain for a better storage alternative. At the moment, Soundgasm is an OK backup, but I'm also considering just straight up trying Youtube/Tumblr's own audio system/Patreon's audio system on a free basis to see if they work alright. Speaking of which...

To support this expanded venture, I'm also going to be opening a Patreon + selling specific, exclusive files either by subscription to said Patreon or via platforms like Gumroad and other appropriate audio file vendors. I don't plan for all my content to be locked behind a paywall, of course. I'm planning some kind of dual channel release system where I have a certain amount of files that will be free, and then others behind subscription. But for those who don't like the idea of monthly subs, I'll be putting my Patreon-exclusive files on a third party purchase platform like Gumroad, Ko-Fi, or another suitable alternative. I appreciate that all my files previously having been free will make this annoying to some, but I am flat baroque... and realistically, each file being 4-10 hours of work (dependent on complexity) means that I really want to be seeing SOME income from this if I'll be putting a lot of time in. That's why at current, the final announcement I'm making is that:

I am now taking commissions. I've done 3 commissions in total at this point and had been keeping quiet about it while I didn't know what I was doing with the Jockout account generally, but I am now available to write and record custom hypnosis files for listeners. I'm hesitant to provide a flat rate because the cost of a file usually does come down to its complexity/length, but somewhere in the ballpark of 50-80 dollars is what I'm currently valuing the time spent on a file at, unless you want something crazy simple or crazy complicated that'll price outside that range. I'm in a Euro territory, so 50 dollars amounts to about 4 hours of minimum wage work here, which is pretty low for the amount of time a good file takes; but I appreciate that high barriers to entry are going to put people off, and I feel that way myself when commissioning. You can DM me here if you want to discuss a commission idea.

All in all, I'm pretty excited with what I hope will be the future trajectory of my page. I'm having fun learning more about hypnosis/exploring new ideas in writing, and I hope you'll all enjoy the fruits of that too! 'Til next time :)

[tunamic]

maria and louise sketch #2

maria(marie?mari?) and louise outfit sketches! + paper sketch i thought was pretty. i tried a new way of coloring for their faces, cause they would stay the same. i didnt like the way it turned out, looks weird and plastic-y but tell me what you think?. you can tell where i gave up coloring right loll? pls accept this sloppyness as this is simply concept sketches, i was unsure which one i liked the best so i just wanted to get the idea across with simple lines. i also did luises hair wrong i just couldnt get the hat right sorry

i faced even more difficulties than i mentioned in the last post, especially concerning “keeping things canon looking”. another thing about the mario universe girlies is i’ve never seen them wear pants either, but mario and luigi do wear pants. do you keep the original design for recognition? or do you try and match what nintendo would do?, ok they’ll just wear denim overall dresses then with white stockings, but they’re plumbers? that would just be impractical why would they wear skirts?. what about denim overall shorts?, that seems like a compromise. still pretty impractical though.. and i havent even started with turtlenecks or collar cuffs or discussed the length of their sleeves. their clothes technically shouldn’t change at all, but im also thinking about how nintendo designs girl characters and try to match that to make it as canon looking as possible

now onto explaining the results!

first sketch - is just their original outfits, the either thick and wooly or thin hugging-the-neck type of turtleneck people draw them in. gloves, boots(i got tired ok) all the good stuff. there is no actual reason to even change their outfits so this makes sense.

second sketch - is when i took the whole “never seen a mario girl in pants” very literally, the difference in dress length i felt would differentiate them and i think it fits. white stockings because it jst makes sense. (again the whole difference in turtleneck thickness and the sleeve length difference is not like for real its more like presenting different options cus i couldnt settle on one, thats why in the next drawing the sleeve length is switched) they might look like this if nintendo designed them, but again it seems unpractical?, not something they would actually wear. 

third sketch - might be a compromise?, just realised they’re called dungarees woops,. balloon like/wide end, makes it sort of look dress-like at the same time. something nintendo might settle on if they realised their boys are a special case but still wanted some girlypop. (basically if they got over themselves)

- and then the uncolored layer and the little maria sketch. i like all the outfits i dont think i can decide on something permanent :((. 

im thinking about doing this with bowser too!,would be an interesting thing trying to capture his likeness. build, plastron, hair - whatever. (bowsette i pretend i do not see)

[rannadylin]

So, it's been a hot minute since my last tea & knit update! This is mainly because I spent most of winter break playing LOTRO, a pastime which does not pair well with knitting needles in my hands. :-D This is also because this vest threw me for such a loop when I got to the part for starting the V neck that I set it aside and went to knit a very, very simple ribbed sock just to reassure myself that I am a competent knitter. I'm still not sure what I messed up - I've done the math in the pattern and I'm pretty confident there's no error there so it's on my end - but it seems that I ended up with fewer stitches on the needle for the back (the correct number of stitches per the pattern) than for the front (so apparently I had extra stitches). I'm mostly certain I cast on the right number, and there are no increases before dividing for front and back, so I have no idea what is going on, but after doing the front armhole shaping I had like 32 stitches more than the pattern says I should have. Which of course complicated shaping the V-neck because if you're starting with more stitches and following the armhole shaping on one side and V-neck decreases on the other, it's going to take more rows of knitting to decrease to the number of stitches that will match the part of the back you're supposed to seam it to, which means possibly knitting a V-neck that stretches longer than it should and the shoulder seam ends up, like, an inch down my back or something. Thus the setting aside of the knitting in a confused huff. Anyway, I eventually decided to try it anyway and after doing the front shaping on the first side, it seems to have come out a reasonable length (normally you would keep knitting for a while after finishing the decreases until it matches the length of the back. I did not need to keep knitting for a while, that's all.) so I think this will end up working after all. Fingers crossed!

Today's tea is Hobbits of the Shire, a blend of Earl Grey Green with Cream and Strawberry that works together nicely. I may have to try some others in that series!

[howyouloveyourdragon]

Hello. I hope I'm not disturbing you. If you don't mind, what do you pay attention to when writing yandere or normal canon? How do you become an inspiration for Yandere? What advice do you have for a new writer? Is it possible for you to tell me your tips for using while writing?

hi don't worry you're not disturbing me :) i hope this helps, here are some of my tips and don't be a stranger if you need any other help my dms are always open!

personally when it comes to writing i find it helpful to do a bit of research especially when it's something like asoiaf but fanfiction also means you can bend the rules a bit so long as the personality is the same

with saying that you can definitely take inspiration from other writers so long as you either credit them, we all want to help each other here <3

i would advise you to use your instincts especially

investigate their good and bad aspects but also the pov of your character

if a certain scenario doesn't make sense but you really enjoy it, think about the lead up to it, how did this happen? how do you want it to end?

also note on their treatment of other characters whether it's good or bad they usually have some reasoning behind it so that can help you learn more about the character

when writing yandere or dark stories i do prefer to have specific attributes to my characters, i spend time looking at darker parts of their personalities already and then exaggerate them, for example are there more scenes of them being violent or manipulative than others? are they more protective or possessive?

don't turn a relatively unviolent character all guns blazing, it loses the immersion

please don't try and knock everything out in one take it will only demotivate you and leave you frustrated i know from experience!

my advice there is to start with your favourite concepts and then if you start to lose interest or get a block, take a break before returning to it for as ever long as you need

prompts and concepts are very useful!

if you write majority x reader like i do then vagueness isn't always your enemy, it can be helpful for your readers to imagine that reader looks like them, i personally avoid stating hair colour or other features unless explicitly requested

make your writing your own and be patient! not everyone will find your content at first but as you develop and learn more about your own style, people will remember and return to your page

only write what makes you comfortable and what you enjoy writing

only use tags that apply to your work, if someone is looking for a rhaenyra x reader and keep finding daemon x reader instead then they won't want to read it and it won't affect your page any better

when i started writing i opened my requests pretty quickly which resulted in some of my favourite works but also drained me when i started losing inspiration so only open your requests up when you're sure, your readers can be so helpful and give you that inspiration but if you feel overloaded it's only going to slow your process

i promise your readers will wait for you!

and don't feel bad about the speed you deliver on your fics! take your time and enjoy it whether they're short or long you'll find the audience best suited for you

if you do start writing requests, write your own ideas on the side because while your readers ideas can be helpful, it will inevitably hurt your personal stuff

don't try to be another writer - it's wonderful to be inspired by other writers but don't depend on certain lengths or writing styles because then it's not your own

it can be very stressful when trying to accurately portray a character so make sure you know who you're writing :)

you can include personal headcanons into your work, it will make your content more enjoyable as it means we see the parts we don't in that show/book/or other media

even if it's just simple things like what their favourite colour is or what they enjoy reading

also try and be patient with interaction and don't forget to interact yourself, if you reblog someone's post or comment they are much more likely to return the favour than not and you can even make friends from it

warnings are very important, if something could affect your audience it's better that they are aware of it

i think it's better to write when you want to write, i keep track of posts i plan on releasing throughout the week but don't confine yourself to a set time, if you see it as a deadline you are less likely to enjoy it or come out with a great product

proofread!

i hope this helped in anyway and i hope to see your writing soon!

[ghostlytidalwavephantom]

@ms-demeanor: don't mind the link, just trying to keep it organized.

First, I can guarantee I'm not familiar with how you've discussed the topic elsewhere. For me the limit of reasonable discourse is "quick skim of first three pages in case others were already discussing it." A lot of times I'd really like to engage someone and can barely scroll half a page without seeing calls to violence I really cannot reblog. Honestly the length of your response alone gives me nostalgia for the kinds of debate it was possible to have in forum days.

Second, hi. Not really used to introducing myself, mostly due to aforementioned paranormal experiences. I'm glad you replied, and feel pretty good about the screenshot since it feels like the opposite of censorship (which I've sorta come to expect). I'd say more, if it were relevant to the topic.

Third, I don't feel comfortable using your phrasing since knowledge isn't something we can afford to dismiss.

Society is crumbling. The erosion of the middle class isn't a process with a lower bound; it doesn't have a reason to stop, and we can't expect "safety nets" to hold if it all relied on the middle class from the start. Journalism is critical to the security of literally every possible kind of society, and democracy especially is widely criticized for how awful its performance gets under ignorance. We can't expect the systems we've erected to mean anything if the critical knowledge of operating them vanishes in a moment of crisis. The laws of tomorrow conflict with our present, and we weren't doing too well with servicing our rights in the present as it is. One missed story, one journalist censored, one threat we didn't see in the paper because they weren't ready to speak out, is justice destroyed.

You can't call it knowledge in one breath and pretend it's worthless to talk about in the same breath, having not even finished typing the sentence. Moments which altered history, 'cuz someone decided their life wasn't more important than letting people know what was actually happening somewhere in the world. We don't live in a censorship-free society where all the really important stuff definitely makes it to our dash, and anything which isn't "officially sanctioned, sponsored content" is automatically fake and wrong. We have to decide for ourselves what to think and feel and believe, and we can't delegate on it. Sure this is reactionary, except how else could it possibly work? (Gonna have to rant on anti-reactionary rhetoric later)

So the idea of vilifying a common behavior, and one which is rooted in the pursuit of knowledge, can't be a real path forward.

We haven't achieved the ideal where a journalist isn't at fault for keeping their source anonymous, where whistleblowers are defended, where rights and the spread of knowledge are the main focus in any controversial publication. We still have a lot of work to do filtering corruption out of our institutions, figuring out what kinds of FOIA requests pose as necessary checks and balances on the viney federal executive branch. We need people who can see in ways we didn't know to look.

Trust isn't working. Especially when half the "reputable" links are straight up copying from each other. Fact-checking is pretty much a dead science for the current market. I really don't mean to conflate anything you're saying, it connects with fake news the exact moment profit comes first. We might all be operating on the same fatigue: Too many facts.

I don't feel closer for anything you've said. I'm still over here with paranormal experiences I won't see documented for fear of hoaxes, and you're still "over there" with journalism and blind positivity and all the personal accountability which I have to guess looks pretty simple for anyone subscribed to The Right Media Companies™. I'd love to share, and honestly maybe the opportunity will exist if I actually make this post.

Thanks for replying, it means, well. The last couple hours writing this.

[kurogane-redfox]

He knew his size was above average but that wasn't too shocking when one thought about what he was. A Dragon. Why would a Dragon, especially one of his height and build be anything even remotely average? He didn't MIND that she was essentially a virgin. Sure, she might have done things with herself (and her toys which he had no idea she had yet), but she'd never been with an actual man before. He had no issues teaching her the ins and outs of love making. Because there was no doubt in his mind that, that was what they were going to do. Sure, he'd likely fuck her deep and hard that WASN'T going to be the ONLY way the Dragon took her.

"I give as good as I get, Kiwa. Yer teasin' just as much, if not even more, than I am,"

That was FAR from a complaint. He liked it. That much was pretty obvious given the devious grin now adorning his visage. His ruby eyes had darkened a bit, as had his voice, though it wasn't too guttural just yet, though she'd likely feel the vibrations as he SPOKE. He'd chuckle slightly, watching her face as her expression shifted and changed a bit. He wasn't being too mean, he hoped, she certainly SMELLED like she liked what he was doing to her.

His tongue would poke out from behind his pierced lips and she'd likely catch a glimpse of the piercing that was in the Dragon's tongue, the ball being a rather interesting shade of purple.

"Somethin' tells me yer likin' how I'm touchin' ya. Yer free to moan, ya know? It won't hurt my ears or anythin' like that."

Her lips were soft against his own, but that wasn't too shocking. Her SKIN was soft. He was going to have a lot of fun leaving marks all over her body. Wherever she would allow him to, he'd leave them. The Dragon was a possessive bastard and she was likely going to learn that pretty quickly. As her hands cupped his cheeks during the soft kiss he gave her, his eyes would close for the length of it. That, in itself, would show his level of TRUST with her.

Even if she'd told him that she'd never truly been kissed before, he wouldn't have teased her at all. Why? There was a fairly SIMPLE reason for that. Before her, he'd never kissed anyone either. It was instinctual though, for him, at least, to know how to do it. He knew how to use his fingers and tongue on women to really get them going. He was also naturally good with his hands. So that was PROBABLY a bonus.

As she shifted them, he'd chuckle, eyes opening to view her face once again. Now that he was on his back she'd feel even more of him pressing against her, but he knew what he needed to do to help ease any fears she might have about the actual act itself. Plus, he had absolutely no intention off genuinely hurting her during sex. No matter how many times they did it, he'd never intentionally try to inflict pain. He knew accidents could happen, and he'd obviously have no issues taking care of her if they did. Making her food, helping her bathe, stuff like that.

He was PROBABLY going to spoil her absolutely ROTTEN.

"Gods... Kiwa... now who's bein' the fuckin' tease?"

His hands would move to her hips as she round down against him and he'd dig his fingers into them hard enough she'd feel it, but hopefully not hard enough to leave any bruises.

"Ya gonna keep teasin' me or are we gonna finish strippin' down so I can take ya?"

❥ If she were being totally honest— the longer this continued and the more she could feel of Gajeel’s body, she was getting a little worried about how anything penetrative would go. Toys were… very different from the real thing, she knew that, but he was FAR FROM AVERAGE of the real thing. It was equally as nerve wracking as it was exciting— she wanted to ultimately feel all of him, but she also wasn’t sure if she was particularly capable of making sure everything was enjoyable both ways just yet… she did still have quite a bit to learn.

Any other thoughts in her mind disappeared the moment she felt his fangs nip at her ear, a flustered whine escaping her lips as her nails dug lightly into his upper arms. “Ha… Gajeel, c’mon… ya tease too much,” she’s one to talk.

Of course she’d taken note of the scars she could see and the tattoos that were visible— but with everything going on, she’d made the decision to properly admire and feel them later. Her brain was going much too fast to properly appreciate the intricacies of each tattoo right now, and the artist in her really wanted to check them out when she was a little less… occupied.

Rough hands on her thighs elicited another soft moan as Kiwa bit down on her lower lip, heart skipping a beat seeing the soft expression on her now boyfriend’s face. Oh, man. That look did things to her. He really was so sweet.

Her body momentarily tensed at the mention of an actual kiss from him— not a bad tense, but a small reaction as a whole new spark of joy and excitement coursed through her veins. His lips were impossibly warm, and the kiss pulled a pleased hum from her throat as her hands moved to cup his cheeks. More so than anything else in the night— a single kiss seemed to rile her up the most.

Did she need to verbally admit or acknowledge that that was basically her first proper kiss? No, Gajeel did NOT need to know that. He’d already teased her for being a virgin and she did not need to give him anymore ammo to tease her with. Still, though… she had to admit: kissing someone you cared for felt amazing.

This was a time Kiwa was incredibly thankful for being as strong as she was, because she’d taken advantage of the moment to adjust their positions slightly so she had Gajeel fully pressed down against the couch while she straddled him. Her chest heaved in excitement as she leaned over, moving to place another small kiss to the corner of his lips, then his nose, then above his eye in a flurry of affection that she intended to not give him enough time to react to. Hips rolled against him as she pressed one more kiss to the dragon’s face.

“Ya better. I need more kisses too… I need more of all of ya.”

[theseerasures]

It’s probably the chilliness of the pre-dawn air that wakes her, but once she realizes that Kristoff’s not in bed anymore getting up seems to be inevitable.

original fic here.

The window is open again.

Kristoff sighs dramatically as he walks through the office door. “Seriously? It’s three in the morning.”

Anna’s head darts up. For some reason she has a pen clenched between her teeth. “Kristoff!” she says, the pen clattering back onto her desk, “Hi. Sorry. Did I wake you? Again?”

“You didn’t wake me,” he clarifies as he slides the window shut, “I did that on my own. But I would have gone right back to sleep if I hadn’t looked to the side and thought, hey, someone’s missing–who could it be? It can’t be Anna. I mean, she’s already tried to get up twice tonight, doing it again would just be–”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” Anna interrupts, eyes roaming over the papers strewn all across the room, “I just–I wanted to make absolutely sure that I know my lines.”

“You don’t have any lines tomorrow,” Kristoff points out, “The priest guy does all the talking, and then we cheer your name. You don’t say anything during the ceremony.”

“Well, that’s what’s tripping me up!” Anna cries, thrusting a fistful of itinerary at his face, “I mean, all I have are these uber-complicated directions about where to walk and stand. If I said something I’d probably remember how to do that stuff better.”

“I’ll make a note of that the next time you’re crowned Queen of Arendelle.” He plants himself down on her chair. Looks over at Anna, bent over a file cabinet now. Little hair strands are starting to break free from her loose bun. The collar of his nightshirt–comically oversized on her body–slips down a little as she straightens up, revealing a trail of freckles running down her shoulder, still darkened from the recent summer sun.

He loves her like this.

Anna frowns at him, breaking his reverie. “Have you seen my–”

Kristoff’s holding out her broach before she even finishes that sentence, but whips it out of the way again when she reaches for it. “Hold onto it for me so I don’t lose it, don’t give it back to me until tomorrow, even if I ask, because I’ll lose it or drop it into the fjord–your words, not mine.”

“Aw, come on,” she pouts, “Past-me’s no fun at all.”

“Past-you wasn’t three cups past her coffee-per-day limit,” Kristoff replies, holding fast, “I’m gonna defer to her.”

The manic look in Anna’s eyes slips, just a little. “Sorry. I know I’m–I know I’m acting like a crazy person right now. I’m just…”

She looks away, chewing generously on her bottom lip. Kristoff tangles his fingers with hers, gives them a little bounce, before pointedly moving away and reseating himself on the sofa. Forget Anna–the paper tornado on the desk is making his head spin. “You’re nervous.”

“Well, duh.” Anna blows an errant wisp of hair out of her mouth before joining him on the couch–but not before absently throwing the window open again.

Kristoff swallows another sigh as gooseflesh starts erupting all over his bare chest. “About anything in particular?” he asks, motioning for her to turn to the side.

“You mean besides literally everything?” she scoffs, but does what he asks, shifting so her back is facing him. “I still hate my shoes. What if I trip? And my cape–what if it gets caught on something as I’m walking and I break my neck? What if–”

“I do mean besides literally everything,” he interrupts her firmly. He’s learned a lot through three years and two nail-biting field trips, but this might be one of the first things he ever figured out: Anna’s anxieties have anxieties. He’s not going to be able to stop the rushing torrent of her thoughts head-on, so the best he can do is try to trim down on some of the tributaries, cut straight to the heart of the issue.

Somewhere in the castle, Elsa’s probably giving him a Look. Rivers aren’t hedges, Kristoff. They don’t have hearts either.

Whatever. He starts undoing Anna’s bun; her hair’s the worst of both worlds right now–caught somewhere between “everyday bed-hair” and “emergency all-nighter.”

Anna makes an exasperated noise. “Then I don’t know! Maybe? I don’t know. It just feels like…I don’t want it to end, you know?”

His fingers start combing through the tangles. “It?”

“Yeah, it. I don’t know what it is, but it’s…ending.”

Kristoff follows her gaze as it flickers toward the open window. Living in the castle for so long means he’s come up against every possible discussion a guy can have about doors, right down to the one about whether it changes Everything that a door is just kinda ajar instead of wide open (it doesn’t, is his steadfast stance), but this window thing–that’s new. New since they came back from the Forest. New since Elsa’s abdication.

He thinks he’s starting to understand. “Did I ever tell you why I went back to ice harvesting after the Trolls took me in?”

“No? I always kind of figured it was because nothing could keep your love for ice down.” She fidgets slightly. “Is this a distract-Anna-story or a help-Anna-story? Because–”

“It’s both. And–yeah, kinda, but there’s more to it than that. Right after they adopted me, I didn’t leave the Valley for a few years���not until I was…maybe sixteen? Bulda pulled me aside one day, and she told me that she loves me, they all love me, but I should go.”

Anna draws in a sharp breath. “Just like that?”

“That’s pretty much what I thought, too. She must have seen the look on my face, because she hugged me right away and told me that obviously they weren’t kicking me out, it was just…well, there are things about being human that they’ll never be able to teach me. And she said, for them…”

He pauses to think hard, here; this feels like the important part. “For them, they don’t really do anything except stay in the same place forever. They don’t really even get what it means to say goodbye, but they want to learn that, with me. For me. She said that I should leave, because they want to know how it feels to miss me. How it feels to want to talk to me, but then to remember that I’m not around. And then–how it feels when I come back. How happy they’d feel, when that happens.”

The tangles in her hair are gone; he starts working on the left braid.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Anna says, passing him the hair ties around her wrist, “Or maybe–I do get it, but I don’t get why you’re telling me now? I told Elsa she should stay in the Forest. That whole hurry-up-and-go-hurry-up-and-come-back thing, I get it.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to say. What I’m trying to say is–you’re not a troll. You’re like me.”

“Um.” He has to stop her head from craning around to stare at him so the braid doesn’t get messed up. “Yeah. I know that, Kristoff.”

“No, I mean–” So much for lordly wisdom. It’s fine. He’ll try again. “Why do you keep opening the windows?”

Anna shrugs. “I dunno. ‘Cause I get warm? And a breeze is nice?”

“Sure,” he agrees easily. Waits.

After a few seconds of silence she sighs. “I guess I’m…waiting. Just in case.”

In case anyone comes flying home. The first time Elsa had done that–just got Gale to carry her right through–he’d fallen right off this very couch. “Elsa’s already here,” he reminds her, “She got here this morning for the coronation. She even came in on a non-magical horse, like a normal person.”

“I know that!” He can exactly picture the stubborn, irritated face she’s making. “I was there. But I…I don’t know. It’s like a habit now. What if it’s not Elsa? Gale can bring anyone in here. What if Bruni just misses me and wants to say hi? What if something happens at the Ice Palace with the snowgies? What if the Northuldra get in trouble? What if someone–anyone–needs me? Arendelle needs to be ready. It needs to be better than it was before–it has to be home for everyone, so I…“

“So you’ll do that?” Kristoff asks as finishes with the left braid and moves onto the right, “Whoever comes? Whatever happens? You’ll take them in?”

“Of course I will,” Anna replies, “That’s what being Queen should mean, right? And I’m part of the bridge, so–that’s gotta be included in the package.”

Her eye is on the whole world, through the window. “I love that about you,” he says, simply.

Anna’s flush goes all the way past her shoulders. “Kristoff–”

“But you don’t have to be stuck here to do all that, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean–you don’t have to wait here all the time keeping the windows open. You don’t have to wait for someone to come to you. You should get to go out there! Just because you’ll be crowned Queen tomorrow, it doesn’t mean that you’ll be…”

Anna shivers suddenly. She doesn’t say anything.

“It doesn’t mean that you’ll be trapped here,” he finishes gently. “And it doesn’t mean you have to do all this by yourself, either.”

She stays still and silent for so long that he’s done with the right braid and is nervously scouting for something else to do–maybe start over, try an updo? It’s not like any of this is staying in place once he coaxes her back to bed anyway–by the time she finally turns back around to hold his hand. “I guess I have been thinking about it like that. All depressing, and–” Her face screws up. “I haven’t exactly had the best role models, when it comes to…monarch-ing.”

He just nods, lets her trace her finger idly across his palm.

“Mother and Father…well, you know. The only time I really remember them setting foot outside the castle was the time they didn’t come back. And Elsa was–Elsa was so much better after the Thaw, but then she just…left.”

“She didn’t just leave,” she amends immediately, “She talked to the council and drew up all the paperwork and asked me if I was sure seventy times and told me she believed in me like five hundred times, but…she did leave. And she should have! She’s allowed.”

“She is,” Kristoff agrees. He lifts her fingers up to kiss them. “But that doesn’t mean all you can do is stay.”

Anna blows out a shuddery breath, and then throws her arms around him. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“I have an inkling, yeah,” Kristoff replies, bending down.

Kissing Anna always reminds him of the feeling you get after a long, hard climb; lying flat in the snow, breathless, watching the stars appear in the endless sky above you, thinking wow.

Three years on, he’s still kinda stuck on wow.

“Kristoff,” Anna moans into his mouth after a few minutes, “Kristoff, we have to close the window.”

“What?” he mutters, distracted by the feel of her against him, the thrum of her heartbeat, the rush of his own blood…

“Someone might see,” Anna’s insisting even as he kisses down her jawline.

“We’re three stories up.”

“Gale might see,” she says weakly, not at all trying to move away.

“Gale doesn’t have eyes.”

“She can still–” She lets out a shaky gasp as Kristoff pulls the collar of her shirt (his shirt) further down and starts making his way down her sternum. “Kristoff. Let me at least–the curtains–”

“I have a better idea,” he announces, lifting her up as he stands. She lets out a surprised squeal even as her legs automatically wrap around his torso for better leverage. “Let’s finish this in the privacy of our own room, Your Majesty.”

Anna doesn’t even try to muffle her giddy laughter as it echoes off the walls.