#plot drop: the outcome

[yangnaseon]

starter fechado com @danilcc.

tudo parecia uma bagunça, ainda assim estavam tentando seguir com a rotina normalmente, como de costume naseon tinha acordado cedo, ajudado hangyu a se ajeitar pra ir pra escola e se despedido de jihan antes dele ir pro trabalho, então se voltou a ter sua rotina de exercícios que agora tinha um pouco mais de horas extras devido a um pedido de sua fisioterapeuta para ajudar com possíveis dores e não acabar regredindo em seu quadro de melhora depois do grande esforço que fez no dia do incêndio. estava distraído se concentrando nos movimentos e na respiração da pratica de yoga e por isso não notou daniel o assistindo em um dos cantos da sala até que estivesse em uma posição relativamente constrangedora, de quatro olhando entre as pernas e vendo o mundo de ponta-cabeça, aquela que geralmente diziam que os filhos pequenos não deveria fazer porque estava chamando outro irmãozinho. se já estivesse com o rosto todo vermelho sabia que as bochechas teriam corado. se ajeitando se levantou e caminhou até o namorado, ainda que um pouco receoso, as coisas pareciam um pouco estranhas desde que se mudaram temporariamente para aquele apartamento e apesar de entender que daniel não precisava contar tudo sobre si além do que quisesse, ainda ficava um pouco deprimido por não conseguir passar confiança o suficiente pra ele contar sobre seja lá que parte de sua vida era aquela. ainda assim por mais incerto que estivesse sobre tudo o que aquele apartamento significava ou aquele maldito telefone que fez com que daniel gritasse consigo, não queria se sentir tão distante de daniel como se sentia naquele momento. ━ você acordou mais cedo hoje... ━ declarou um tanto preocupado que o namorado não tivesse dormido tão bem quanto desejava que ele tivesse dormido.

[morimasami]

starter fechado com @nyisoo.

masami não tinha animo para nada nos ultimos dias, ainda assim ficar tanto tempo trancada em um quarto de hotel não estava lhe fazendo bem por isso tinha resolvido que sairia aquela noite. se arrumou e se deixou levar pelas luzes da rua até achar um bar que gostasse, tomando o balção perto do barman e se enchendo de cachaça em uma tentativa de esquecer todos os problemas e com sorte se divertir um pouco, o que parecia não estar funcionando muito bem. o que você está fazendo aqui sozinha? a pergunta fez masami sorrir se perguntando: quando não estava? talvez só tivesse se acostumado, nem sempre era ruim mas aquela noite parecia. ━ quer me fazer companhia?

[baekdachae]

starter fechado com @blindfoldme.

━ porque? não é obvio? ━ dachae questionou achando certa graça em como jiwon não entendia a razão de sua companhia ali, as duas sentadas em uma mesa de um restaurante qualquer no bairro que não parecia tão caro. ━ bom porque eu preciso que alguém sempre me banque horas. ━ sinceridade demais? talvez mas era um fato, agora com o incêndio e sabe se lá se seus pertencias tinham sobrevivo porque não tinha tido coragem ainda para verificar, dachae estava quase sem um tostão no bolso então sempre que podia aproveitar que alguém pagasse algo pra ela ela aproveitaria horas. ━ mas eu juro que não pretendo ser um parasita, posso te compensar depois da forma que quiser. ━ e havia um pequeno ar de flerte ali mas não era uma oferta de fato com segundas intenções.

[songsejun]

starter fechado com @sickprisoner.

sejun só estava caminhando pelo do hotel, explorando os lugares que o mesmo oferecia, tarde da noite após acabar acordando de outro pesadelo e por sorte não acordou nakyum junto então apenas deixou que o outro conseguisse dormir tranquilamente enquanto podia deixando um bilhete por precaução mas esperando encontra-lo descanso ainda quando voltasse.

foi em seu pequeno tour que acabou parando no bar, apenas de passagem mesmo já que não podia beber por conta dos remédios e também para ajudar nakyum a não ter recaídas, e ali encontrou um dos outros vizinhos hospedados. não sendo pego de surpresa pela pergunta já que apesar de não serem próximo já tinha conversado com hyuntae algumas vezes entre os esbarrões no complexo.

não consegue dormir? definitivamente não, mas sejun apenas negou com a cabeça para responde-lo. ━ e você? ━ presumia que não também já que o outro estava ali até aquele horário bebendo sozinho.

[songsejun]

━ pode não fumar enquanto eu tiver aqui? ━ pediu enquanto vi shiwon pegar um maço de cigarros e o isqueiro. sejun nunca teve problemas com aquilo, ele próprio as vezes podia ser uma chaminé mas havia um tempo desde a última vez. ━ por causa do nakyum. ━ explicou, já que estava dividindo o quarto com o mesmo não achava ser uma boa voltar cheirando a cigarro, era um costume que seguia desde que o mesmo voltou da reabilitação e passaram a morar juntos. ━ você... tá bem... com tudo que aconteceu? ━ perguntou preocupado, depois de pegar um refrigerante e salgadinho, descontando seu nervosismo comendo besteiras como aquelas. ━ não acho que vamos voltar logo... tem que ver como as coisas estão... limpar... recuperar a área perdida pelo incêndio... enfim... ━ suspirou receoso de todo aquele cenário catastrófico. ━ mas espero que não seja o fim... adoraria me mudar mas... assim do nada é meio complicado.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤopen starter .

plot drop pt II, quarto do hotel.

˚。 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ shiwon não era do tipo que achava horários inapropriados para qualquer coisa. toda sua vida parecia funcionar em horários inapropriados, de todo jeito. assim, não se importava com muse batendo na porta de seu quarto tarde da noite. estava sozinho agora. o vizinho com quem estivera dividindo inicialmente acabou indo ficar na casa de um parente, o que deixou o quarto do para o enfermeiro. depois de servir salgadinhos e avisar que muse podia se servir das cervejas ou refrigerantes que estavam no frigobar, pegou o maço de cigarros e o isqueiro e foi para a pequena varanda do quarto. não era fumante assíduo, mas estava fumando mais do que de costume desde o incêndio. ━━ acha que vamos voltar para casa logo ou o prédio vai ser condenado de vez?

[maliciousalice]

Hear me out (or don't... it's fine I'm just venting and mean) yeah um I don't believe Chakotay was saved in Prod*gy s2.

[hanzajesthanza]

this looks like a long time but initially it said 1 MONTH 15 days

[yangnaseon]

kakaotalk message to @ooseah.

📱 message to byun haesoo : oi, é o naseon aqui, tentei conseguir seu número só pra perguntar como você tá, espero não parecer estranho só fiquei preocupado. 

[songsejun]

sejun não conseguiu conter a risada, era um manteiga derretida mesmo e qualquer um que desse a chance de conhece-lo saberia disso. ━ levanto em conta que tenho tatuado flores e asas de borboleta, definidamente não tem como enganar ninguém, mas de longe assim, de cara fechada, dá pra eu sustentar a fachada acha não? ━ porque as pessoas só viam o combo, um homem todo tatuado quase dos pés a cabeça com uma pessoa reputação, entretanto sejun não se incomodava só achava engraçado mesmo. ━ alguma coisa de bom vindo dessa tragedia não é mesmo? ━ tentou soar leve mas havia um suspiro, as memorias e sentimentos do corrido ainda o corroendo por dentro. ━ sim, sim, tá tudo bem, só fui meio idiota e um sortudo fodido. ━ entre um sorriso negou com a cabeça ainda se achando estupido por tudo que fez, sendo que um dos motivos estava na sua frente mas ficava feliz por ver o amigo bem, por tudo ter dado certo no final.

˚。 ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ━━ bad boy? o maior manteiga derretida que conheço? ━━ disse, arqueando as sobrancelhas. ━━ acha que esse monte de tatuagens engana alguém? ━━ continuou em tom debochado. todavia, só estava perturbando o mais velho, como o som da risada deixava claro ao que o apertava um pouco naquele abraço, antes de complementar com tapinhas nas costas do outro. ━━ quer oportunidade melhor para colocar as fofocas em dia agora que o prédio pegou fogo? ━━ disse, rindo de novo, mas agora claramente de nervoso. ━━ naseon disse que você foi para o hospital… está se sentindo melhor, hyung?

[blujayonthewing]

SUPREMELY frustrating that we found something actually really cool and intriguing and plot relevant in tonight's session but I'm still so constantly preoccupied with whether the DM is going to 100% kill us with sheer poor game design that I barely have enough brainspace left over to even enjoy it

[baekdachae]

starter fechado com @memoriadepeixe.

o grito agudo fizera dachae gritar também pegando o primeiro objeto que viu pela frente para se defender, uma escova de cabelo, abaixando a guarda quando se deu conta que era só joonshi aparamente assustado com sua cara pálida. tinha acabado de fazer uma sessão de skin care aproveitando os cremes gratis oferecidos no banheiro do hotel e resolver esperar o tempo pra tirar a mascara no quarto e bom não esperava assustar um dos gêmeos que dormia nas camas ao lado da sua, mas era de se esperar já que nunca tinha dividido um quarto na vida e eles não conheciam seus costumes. ━ você me deu um baita susto! ━ a mais velha resmungou levando uma das mãos ao peito como se pudesse assim acalmar o próprio coração. ━ achou que eu era um fantasma? duvido que eles tenham uma pele tão hidratada, já que meio que estão mortos ━ apenas deixou a linha de pensamento escapar pelos lábios dando de ombros. se lembrando de ter ouvido vizinhos falar que o haneul era mau assombrado, mas achava que era baboseira, e lembrar do hotel a deixou um pouco depressiva quer dizer o que viria agora? ficariam ser apartamento? mau tinha se mudado. de qualquer forma não queria entrar naquele tópico com joonie já que ele tinha ficado muito mal com tudo que aconteceu. ━ quer fazer também? ━ apontou pro próprio rosto indicando que falava dos produtos de beleza.

[writeblrfantasy]

my 10 holy grail pieces of writing advice for beginners

from an indie author who's published 4 books and written 20+, as well as 400k in fanfiction (who is also a professional beta reader who encounters the same issues in my clients' books over and over)

show don't tell is every bit as important as they say it is, no matter how sick you are of hearing about it. "the floor shifted beneath her feet" hits harder than "she felt sick with shock."

no head hopping. if you want to change pov mid scene, put a scene break. you can change it multiple times in the same scene! just put a break so your readers know you've changed pov.

if you have to infodump, do it through dialogue instead of exposition. your reader will feel like they're learning alongside the character, and it will flow naturally into your story.

never open your book with an exposition dump. instead, your opening scene should drop into the heart of the action with little to no context. raise questions to the reader and sprinkle in the answers bit by bit. let your reader discover the context slowly instead of holding their hand from the start. trust your reader; donn't overexplain the details. this is how you create a perfect hook.

every chapter should end on a cliffhanger. doesn't have to be major, can be as simple as ending a chapter mid conversation and picking it up immediately on the next one. tease your reader and make them need to turn the page.

every scene should subvert the character's expectations, as big as a plot twist or as small as a conversation having a surprising outcome. scenes that meet the character's expectations, such as a boring supply run, should be summarized.

arrive late and leave early to every scene. if you're character's at a party, open with them mid conversation instead of describing how they got dressed, left their house, arrived at the party, (because those things don't subvert their expectations). and when you're done with the reason for the scene is there, i.e. an important conversation, end it. once you've shown what you needed to show, get out, instead of describing your character commuting home (because it doesn't subvert expectations!)

epithets are the devil. "the blond man smiled--" you've lost me. use their name. use it often. don't be afraid of it. the reader won't get tired of it. it will serve you far better than epithets, especially if you have two people of the same pronouns interacting.

your character should always be working towards a goal, internal or external (i.e learning to love themself/killing the villain.) try to establish that goal as soon as possible in the reader's mind. the goal can change, the goal can evolve. as long as the reader knows the character isn't floating aimlessly through the world around them with no agency and no desire. that gets boring fast.

plan scenes that you know you'll have fun writing, instead of scenes that might seem cool in your head but you know you'll loathe every second of. besides the fact that your top priority in writing should be writing for only yourself and having fun, if you're just dragging through a scene you really hate, the scene will suffer for it, and readers can tell. the scenes i get the most praise on are always the scenes i had the most fun writing. an ideal outline shouldn't have parts that make you groan to look at. you'll thank yourself later.

happy writing :)

[morimasami]

segurar eunbyul foi apenas instintivo, por sorte tinha uma bom reflexo. ━ sem problemas. ━ o pequeno esbarrão não tinha a machucado ou coisa do tipo, ainda que tivesse masami não ficaria chateada com algo como aquilo. ━ você tá bem? ━ perguntou por descaso de consciência já que a mulher parecia um pouco ansiosa para voltar pro complexo, masami ainda estava receosa com a situação com medo de como poderia encontrar o apartamento e a ideia de ter que recomeçar tudo de novo era sufocante. ━ sei como é. ━ assentiu entre um riso fraco sem tanto humor. ━ você vai agora? digo, pro haneul, se quiser podemos rachar o valor do táxi.

starter fechado, com @morimasami ; plot drop part 2

Eunbyul nem sabia direito como ainda estava acordada. Não dormia desde o dia anterior. Ela havia se recusado a ir para qualquer lugar; via seus vizinhos saindo da frente do prédio para ir ao hospital ou a casa de parentes, mas ela continuava ali. Queria estar por perto quando fossem autorizados a entrar novamente. Sentia-se como um zumbi por causa de tantas horas acordada. Conseguiu passar o dia apenas por causa da solidariedade dos vizinhos. Nem lembrava quem, mas haviam lhe dado o que comer e beber. Ainda assim, parecia que o cansaço chegava até os ossos. Quando saiu a notícia de que eles estavam autorizados a entrar no prédio para pegar seus pertences, Eunbyul foi a primeira a se levantar de onde estava sentada no chão. Porém, levantar bruscamente assim fez com que sua visão ficasse turva e escura. Cambaleou para o lado e teria caído no chão caso não tivesse segurado na pessoa que estava passando ao seu lado naquele exato instante. Só quando a visão voltou ao normal, ela conseguiu firmar-se de pé. "Me desculpe!", disse para Masami enquanto soltava seu braço. "Eu levantei rápido demais".

[chris-prank]

A desperate yandere in your area

Chapter 2 : Surprise visitor

Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader

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(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

CW: NSFW, collar, praise kink, masturbating in secret, handjob, voyeurism, teasing, porn with plot, yandere behavior, mention of stalking, reader is horny too and L bomb

Word count: Over 2K

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You sat on your bed, putting headphones in your ears. It had been a truly tiresome day, so you figured that a little alone time was well deserved before doing any house chores. Setting comfortably against your pillows, you selected one of those “man moaning and whimpering” audios. You closed your eyes as the delectable sounds filled your surrendering. 

You were starting to get into it, when suddenly, a moan seemed to have been louder than the others. They were also small whimpers…Weird…You decided to not pay much attention to this as your body relaxed. Your hand creeped down your pants when you went in the mood again. 

You were making rhythmic movements, trying to imagine a pathetic man in front of you making all these slutty moans. Even in your while enwrapped in your fantasy, you swore some noises were always too loud to be coming from your headphones. You used your clean hand to pause the audio and there it was again! A small whimper!

You checked your phone and no, the audio hadn’t started again. It was so faint that it was difficult for you to pinpoint where it was coming from. You took out your headphones and really tried to concentrate on the source of the noises. It almost sounded like an injured animal, maybe a cat had gotten into your apartment ? You knew that one of your neighbors had one, so it wasn’t impossible. You sigh in defeat, knowing that you wouldn't be able to finish what you started. You took a blanket and got off your bed. You roamed around the room as quietly as possible, not wanting to alarm the poor unknown creature. As you got closer to your closet you could feel your heart pulsating in your ears, the whimpers were coming from there. You raised the blanket, ready to throw it if the animal showed any sign of aggressivity.  

In one swift motion you opened the closet door. And there was… Jacce sitting on the ground, pumping his cock forcefully. He was so engrossed by the smell of your shirt covering his face, that he had failed to remember to keep it down. You didn't even scream or move. You felt like you dissociated from your body, as if you were watching this surreal outcome from a second point of view. 

The man opened his eyes when he was just about to cum, finally noticing you standing in full height before him— just like he had fantasized on so many occasions, but this time it was real. 

“F—ngahh—uck.” His eyes rolled back for a second, his body shuddering while he ejaculated. Ropes of cum shooting unintentionally in your direction.  

His sudden climax reactivated your nerve system. You dropped the blanket on him, ran out of the room and into the living room. Not only was there a man that broke into your house to masturbate, this intruder was JACCE! The barista you liked! This was the most horrifying situation you've ever been in. You regretted dreading that it could have been a wild animal, because it would have been better than whatever this was. 

You could hear shuffling noises behind you, certainly him trying to put his junk back into his pants as fast as possible.

“Hey w-wait.”

When you turned to face him, his expression was still stuck in this dazed state of the aftermath of cumming. Like clockwork every time he took a step forward you would step back.  

“Y-you weren’t… supposed to see th-this.” He breathed out like he ran a marathon, “let me ex-explain before doing anything… p-please.” 

Jacce looked down at your hands before looking back at you. You didn’t answer but didn’t make a move either. The man took that as a sign to continue. 

“I… I know what it looks like… A guy that you barely know, touching himself in your closet… in your house…” He hesitated at the last part, “but I’m not a creep! I-I did this because I love you!”

Love me?! You had noticed before that he gave you more special treatment compared to other clients… but you never expected this! You felt your body getting weaker, as if you were about to faint from the stress. 

“Are you… going to hurt me?”

Jacce's expression seemed to drop at the question, as if he was heartbroken that you thought he would do such a thing. This was not going as planned and he hated himself for it. You weren’t supposed to find him in your closet. You weren’t supposed to see him like this. 

“I could n-never hurt you! I love you!” He was speaking with conviction, “I just want to be there for you! To serve you like you deserve… If anything you should be the one hurting m—”  

“What are you talking about?!” You cutted him short in a panic, “I don’t want t-that!”

“What!? B—But I can be so good for you!” His voice raised slightly in desperation,  “most guys are too stupid to even split the house chores! I'm ready to do everything for you!”

You stepped back while he kept walking forward. He was so absorbed in waves of emotions to notice the fear in your eyes. He gripped his shirt, his hands trembling and tears forming in the corner of his eyes. 

“I would NEVER take you for granted! I would be the most attentive and obedient person in your entire life!” His entire body was now shaking violently, “I don’t even have to be your boyfriend, I can be your pet!” 

You didn’t know what to do. Your brain was going thousand miles an hour, making it near impossible to settle on something. While trying to think clearly, you also had to focus on what he was saying. He kept going on and on about the fact the he wanted to… serve you. What if it was true and not just excuses to make himself look less bad? 

You decided to test your luck. It's not like you had another choice. Jacce was taller than you and getting him more agitated was not a good idea. You builded up all the energy you had left and talked over him in an authoritarian tone. 

“Sit down against the wall.”

And he did. 

All the panic that contortionned his face had completely disappeared, replaced by an expression of anticipation. He looked sincere about his intentions… but you couldn’t totally believe him just yet. The fear in your guts was still present, but it was slowly being overshadowed by something else. Your mind kept wandering back to the whimpers he cried out while touching himself and how cute he looked all desperate. You could sense the familiar sensation creeping between your legs the longer you looked down at him. Jacce seemed to be also stimulated by the turn of events, because he quickly placed his hands between his legs, not wanting to blow up his small chance with you. This pose gave him an even more submissive look, which made you go crazy. 

What if… maybe we could both take advantage of this situation. 

You were indeed craving for someone like this. Until now you could only find them in fiction and even then it was hard to dig them out in the sea of dominant love interests. Jacce would get your attention and you would be able to feast upon the site of his patheticness. You were definitely twisted to consider this outcome about a man who broke into your house, but it’s not like you would be doing anything wrong. It's your house so your rules on how to deal with intruders. 

“Let me see what's happening between your legs.”  You tried to keep the confident facade as you spoke. 

Jacce's shoulders jolted a bit in embarrassment, but he did reveal the tent in his pants. He looked so disheveled with his flushed face and his coat lazily falling off one his shoulders. So hot. 

“Do you want me to make it better?” Your voice was dripping with such honey, that you were even shocked by it. 

He nodded frantically. Consent was something crucial and he had just gave it to you with indisputable enthusiasm. 

You got down on your knees to get better access to him. You reached your hand out for his bulge, caressing it, which made his body tremble in anticipation. You unzipped his pants and slightly pulled at the rim of his boxers. His erection sprong out, finally letting you have a good look at it. His dick was 6.5 inches, the foreskin pulled back to reveal his pink gland, now on the verge of turning red. The tip was crowned with little pearls of precum, some of them sliding down his shaft like water drops on a car window. It made your mouth salivate just by thinking of wrapping your lips around it and admire his face contorted in pleasure. 

Jacce was clearly trying to stay quiet, but when you spat in your hand, he couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of what was going to happen. You rubbed your palm on his tip, which made him buck his hips, before wrapping your fingers around it. Your thumb was barely reaching your index finger and that warmed your lower half even more. The idea of something like this stretching your inside was so enticing.

“T–thank y–you… Haah… I’ll be so so good to you, I promise.” 

Jacce leaned in, clinging to the front of your shirt. At last he was feeling your divine touch. A part of him still couldn’t believe the turn of events. He imagined that you would have at least tried to hit him or something. But no, there you were, willingly giving him a handjob like a merciful master. You squeezed the base of his shaft, admiring the precum oozing out of the tip. You started to stroke him at a medium pace. Surprisingly, his voice was more soft spoken than what you expected. He was murmuring needingly into your ear while his drool stains your clothes. Jacce was still sensitive, since he had already cum not too long ago, causing him to swallow back cries multiple times. 

“If you want me to continue you’ll have to answer some questions, ok?” 

You felt like you were babying this grown man, talking to him like that. But he didn’t seem to mind, since he nodded without a complaint. Your grip started to loosen up tho, since that wasn’t a satisfying answer. 

“Use your words or I’ll stop making you feel good.” 

“I’ll–I’ll answer!” He whined.

“Good job.”

He shivered at the praise. That’s what he had dreamed of hearing from you for months. You picked up the paste again, pumping him harder. His head fell back as he unconsciously reached one hand out to his hidden collar. You were taken aback at the sight of it. How depraved is this guy!? Without thinking, you placed your index and middle fingers in the loop and tugged at it, making him moan like never before while jerking his head back up. You were pretty sure he almost came just from that. 

“First question… How long have you been stalking me?”

“I st–started five months ago Mmm-Ahh… ” He sobbed, it was so hard for him to speak, “Y-you were always so n–nice to me when you N-gh came into the coffee shop. I wanted to kn-know more.”

You’ve been going to that place for about a year, so at least he hasn’t been doing it for that long. You were a bit taken aback that you never suspected anything though. This guy has been either really good or very lucky until now. 

“Do you break into my house often?”

“N-no.”

You abruptly stop touching him, forcing him to speak again.

“I–I swear! I only did it six times!”

He arched his back and whimpered, urging you to stroke him again, which you happily obliged. It was hard not too! 

“P-please u-use me, use me, use me! I want to be your dumb ngAhhh little puppy…” 

The words were spilling out of his mouth with pure urgency and he bucked his hips against your palm uncontrollably. All clear signs that he was close to release. You couldn’t count the number of times you fantasized about turning someone into such a mess, but now that you were experiencing it, your simple imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. Your own self control started to waver the more it went on. Jacce knew that he was about to cross his limit as well, closing his eyes shut, preparing himself. But the grip around his cock loosened, until it completely disappeared. He whined and moved his hips, searching for the touch of your warm hand again. 

“W–why did you stop? I–I told you what you wanted to k-know!” 

You didn’t answer, only looking at him with an indecipherable expression. All the moans, whimpers and other noises he let out, made you so horny that it was becoming too much to bear, but you knew it would make him way too happy to be used to make you cum. You couldn’t let him release either. He didn’t deserve it, not yet anyway. 

“I’m not letting you cum.” 

“Wh-what!? W-why?!” He complained again. 

“You broke into my house and stalked me for five months.” You swiftly got on your feet, “bad boys don’t deserve to ejaculate.”

Bad boy was like the last nail into the coffin for the pathetic mess. In Jacce’s top ten of the worst things you could say to him this one was pretty high. Small tears rolled down his cheeks as a result.  

“You… you’re right… I’m sorry.” He sniffed.

You did feel a little bit bad for making him cry and wanted to fuck him dumb too. No, not tonight. You had to hammer that in your brain to resist your desires. You decided to at least help him a bit before kicking him out. 

“Let's get you cleaned up.” 

“N-no! I–I’m supposed to be the one to–to take care of you.” he whined.

You gave him a stern glance, which shut him up instantly. You came back with a bottle and a wet towel in hand, crouched down in front of him and handed out the water. He took it, chugging it halfway in one go. 

“T-thanks, you’re so nice to me… even when I don’t deserve it.” He whispered, looking away with a subtle smile on his lips. You could sense that, despite his guilty look, he was celebrating this whole situation on the inside. 

With the towel you cleaned off his cock, still covered in a mixture of your spit and his cum. Jacce was looking at you like a puppy who made a mess and was watching his master taking care of it. His breath was getting heavy again and you could feel his cock twitching through the towel. He was totally getting turned on at how gentle and attentive you were to him. This had transformed into the perfect domestic fantasy in Jacce’s twisted mind. 

“I’ll help you to the door if you think your legs aren’t strong enough yet.”

“I thought you accepted me! Can’t I stay!?” 

“I haven’t made my final decision yet.” You crossed your arms,“if you really are a good boy you will let me think about it.”

Hanging over his head the possibility of being yours was enough for him to accept your request. He didn’t even consider the fact that you could call the police the second he leaves. Besides, the fact that you decided to touch him, instead of all the other decisions possible, was making him a bit more confident. After helping him up, you opened the front door and waited for him to leave. Jacce stopped, now the roles were reversed with his figure overtowering you. 

“You promise to think about it?” He whispered anxiously. 

“Yes, now please get out.”

He nodded and you watched Jacce for a bit to make sure he was really leaving, before closing the door. You looked down at the spot where the desperate man was previously sitting. You could feel your guts twist again, urging you to satisfy the heat between your legs. You sighed as you went into your room. The dirty audios you used to listen to were definitely not going to be enough to satisfy you anymore. 

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I love nothing more then making a reader who is horny for the yandere too 😌

Link for the chapter on Ao3

Here is an other old sketch I made for this chapter back in 2023!

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The former head of the Mossad, Israel’s foreign intelligence agency, allegedly threatened a chief prosecutor of the international criminal court in a series of secret meetings in which he tried to pressure her into abandoning a war crimes investigation, the Guardian can reveal.

Yossi Cohen’s covert contacts with the ICC’s then prosecutor, Fatou Bensouda, took place in the years leading up to her decision to open a formal investigation into alleged war crimes and crimes against humanity in occupied Palestinian territories. That investigation, launched in 2021, culminated last week when Bensouda’s successor, Karim Khan, announced that he was seeking an arrest warrant for the Israeli prime minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, over the country’s conduct in its war in Gaza. The prosecutor’s decision to apply to the ICC’s pre-trial chamber for arrest warrants for Netanyahu and his defence minister, Yoav Gallant, alongside three Hamas leaders, is an outcome Israel’s military and political establishment has long feared. Cohen’s personal involvement in the operation against the ICC took place when he was the director of the Mossad. His activities were authorised at a high level and justified on the basis the court posed a threat of prosecutions against military personnel, according to a senior Israeli official. Another Israeli source briefed on the operation against Bensouda said the Mossad’s objective was to compromise the prosecutor or enlist her as someone who would cooperate with Israel’s demands. A third source familiar with the operation said Cohen was acting as Netanyahu’s “unofficial messenger”. Cohen, who was one of Netanyahu’s closest allies at the time and is emerging as a political force in his own right in Israel, personally led the Mossad’s involvement in an almost decade-long campaign by the country to undermine the court.

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Writing Notes: Subplots

Subplot - a side story that runs parallel to the main plot.

It has a secondary strand of characters and events that can infuse important information into the main storyline.

Also known as a minor story, a subplot creates a richer, more complex narrative arc in novel writing and other storytelling mediums.

When crafting a narrative, a writer’s job is to create a compelling story.

One way to do that is through subplots—secondary storylines found in novels, plays, television shows, and movies.

In creative writing, a subplot can reveal more about secondary characters, create plot twists, and add another dimension to a story.

Most importantly, a good subplot raises the stakes for a main character.

An Example: Romeo and Juliet

William Shakespeare weaves several subplots throughout this tragic love story.

The backstory of the long-running feud between rival families, the Capulets and Montagues, creates the central conflict in the play—two young lovers from warring families desperate to find a way to be together.

The subplots involving the warring families create dramatic plot points that escalate the tension, like when Romeo’s best friend Mercutio is killed by Juliet’s cousin Tybalt.

4 Types of Subplots

When coming up with writing ideas to enhance your main plot, think of using one or more subplots. These could include any of the following:

Mirror subplot: A smaller-scale conflict mirrors the main character’s in order to teach them a valuable lesson or illuminate how to resolve the conflict.

Contrasting subplot: A secondary character faces similar circumstances and dilemmas as the main character but makes different decisions with the opposite outcome.

Complicating subplot: A secondary character makes matters worse for the main character.

Romantic subplot: The main character has a love interest, and this relationship complicates the main plot.

6 Tips for Writing Better Subplots

When you’re writing a book, always brainstorm the best subplot ideas that can deepen the tension and make your main character’s scenario more complex.

Try these tips when you craft your next narrative:

Ensure that your subplots play second fiddle.

A subplot exists to support your main storyline but should never overpower it.

Subplots should end before the main plot.

The exception to this rule is a romantic subplot, which often concludes in the final scene.

Give your subplots a narrative arc.

Subplots are stories, too.

Create a narrative framework for each, though on a smaller scale than your main plot.

Use this technique to tell a supporting character’s story that affects the protagonist’s actions.

You might even incorporate flashbacks as a subplot, mirroring a character’s journey with something that happened in their earlier days, like high school.

Write character-driven subplots.

Just like your main story, characters should drive the action in a subplot.

Create foils that can highlight qualities in your main character.

These characters will either help or hinder the protagonist in the story.

Try a new POV.

Your subplot might provide information that your main character is unaware of.

If your main plot is told in first person, try changing the point of view in the subplot to third person.

Figure out how to connect the subplot and the main plot.

There are numerous ways to use subplots.

A parallel subplot runs throughout the entirety of the story, showing different sides of the same plot.

This builds suspense as the reader waits for the two plots to collide (think The Fugitive).

You can also write small, isolated subplots.

Briefly introduce a character who drops in early on, then revisit their journey near the end of the story to shed light on the deeper meaning of your main plot.

Ramp up the tension with a subplot.

Propel your main story with information revealed in your side stories.

Subplots are a strong medium for foreshadowing events, so use them to drop hints and clues.

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