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✧ juniper / 30s / she/they / ✧
asks are always welcome. requests are closed.
commission status: OPEN as of march 2026 (1 slot available / 1 commission in progress)
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“op is a morally corrupt pervert” ok 💖 yay +follow
My pants fell off
For those fic writer asks, I'm curious about 7 and 14 if you don't mind :)
7) your preferred writing fonts
comic sans ms (it's easy on the eyes and my vision isn't incredible), times new roman
when i was younger i loved using tahoma lol
14) where do you get your inspiration?
anywhere and everywhere, honestly - other books i read, other fanfiction that i read, music, movies, tv, nature. if something can spark inspiration in me, i'll try to use it!
holding you by the hands: you know that the "you" in a 2nd person pov isn't literally you right? you know that even in a "reader insert" story it is still a character, right? you recognize that because they are not actually you they may make choices different from the one that you would make for the sake fo the story, right? you know that? you know that the only "you" that exists in the context of the story is the you that is reading it? right?
16 and 25!
16) favorite place to write
in the office on my desktop! where all my creature comforts are
25) besides writing, what are your other hobbies?
reading, watercolor painting, playing video games, cooking
4, 8, 10 please?
4) a story idea you haven’t written yet
i have... a lot. i'll share a couple: new succubus diluc summoned by an experienced witch, some edelgard x trans fem byleth smut for my wife, la squadra choose your own adventure (way too ambitious and would never be realized lmao)
8) if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…
hmmmmm prob spoiled and will you, won't you just so it could become a trilogy lol
10 has already been answered! ty for the asks!
Hey! Just wanted to stop by and shout out that I’ve been following since I got into jojo in 2020!
Also 10 and 17 for the writing ask game 👉👈
hey! i definitely recognize you, though tbf your username is pretty memorable lmfao. thanks for following for so long! 10) what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it? erm... well... about that... like going on a decade+ now.
17) talk about your writing and editing process
i tend to brainstorm at random times so i'm always ready to write a note down in my phone or on a piece of paper if i get an idea. once i have a good base of ideas for a story, i try to make a very rough outline (i often skip this part but i do find an outline helps immensely. i am just bad at using them)
i start the story in the scene that i have the most inspiration for, even if it's a scene in the middle of the story. i don't feel the need to write in order, though i do keep track of what goes where. for the writing itself i've learned that you can't worry about it being perfect, and it's better to get ANYTHING down since you should be going back to edit it anyways. i usually do the pomodoro method, and make pretty extensive edits as i go. i do a few readthroughs before posting, though i'd benefit from a beta reader or two
thanks for the ask!
✍️ more fic writer asks!
reblog & your followers can send asks with the questions they’d like you to answer!
the last sentence you wrote
a character whose POV you’re currently exploring
how you feel about your current WIP
a story idea you haven’t written yet
first sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP
the word that appears the most in your current draft (wordcounter.net can tell you)
your preferred writing fonts
if you had to write a sequel to a fic, you’d write one for…
start to finish, how long did it take you to write the last fic you posted?
what is the longest amount of time you’ve let a draft rest before you finished it?
a WIP you’d like to finish someday
a trope you’re really into right now
a fandom you’re thinking about writing for
where do you get your inspiration?
favorite weather for writing
favorite place to write
talk about your writing and editing process
if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic
the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic
in what year did you publish your first fic?
when did you publish your most recent fic?
do you ever worry about public reaction to what you’re writing? how do you get past that?
pick three keywords that describe your writing
how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?
besides writing, what are your other hobbies?
are you able to write with other people around?
your favorite part of the writing process
your least favorite part of the writing process
how easy is it for you to come up with titles?
share a fic you’re especially proud of
Also I am begging people that aren't impacted by orientalism to actually listen to the people who are about why we may not like the term yume. People will come up with every single thing they can to try to justify their use of the term and I'm sorry, but you should maybe stop and think about why it is that you see no issue with it when Asian people have repeatedly explained what the issue with the explosion in popularity of the term yume specifically is. Yume is a specific subculture online but it's an Asian subculture, and a lot of non-Asians have co-opted that while misusing terms related to it. Nobody is going to force you at gun point to stop using the term, but please consider why it is that you might immediately get defensive about your use of it when others have talked about how its popularity is a product of cultural appropriation
guess who is writing again (well i have been chipping away at commissions. but. apart from that)
Kinktober 2025
Day 3: Gun Play
Clorinde x F!Reader
Tags: gun fucking, e-stim, improper use of electro, reader is not the traveler, visionless reader
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Click Click Boom
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Author’s note: huehuehue dommy mommy :)
You had arrived at your dom’s house earlier this evening, ready for another session but she had stepped out for a while. Clorinde had left a note for you to shower and relax in her room until she got back from running an urgent errand that came up last minute, even leaving out a bottle of vintage wine for you as an apology for being later than anticipated for the session this evening. You couldn’t say it bothered you; your mistress always took care of you during and after your play, and you did enjoy regular time together. Her home was lovely; the top duelist in Fontaine earned quite a lot of Mora and she used it well: comfy furniture, plenty of good novels, and lots of excellent food. After finding the next book in a series you were reading, you snuggled up in the arm chair in her bedroom with a glass of wine beside you and took some time to yourself to unwind before your playtime began.
Surprisingly, you were halfway through the book when you heard the front door open downstairs with the faint tapping of Clorinde’s heels on the marble floor. She stayed downstairs for a few minutes; judging by the sounds to grab herself a quick snack. She was gone longer than you, and most likely she, thought. The quick paced but heavy footed thuds of her feet on the stairs indicated that she was not in a good mood which meant that you may be in for a rough night. The bedroom door opened and the annoyed look on her face melted off partially when she saw you enjoying yourself.
“I see you saw my letter. My apologies for stepping out, and more apologies that my errand ran so late. It’s not often Neuvillette beckons me on a job so suddenly.” She hung her hat and overcoat on a rack behind the door before tossing her boots off to the side. As she stretched she made her way over to you and picked up your glass, taking a few sips before setting the glass down and placing a nearby book mark between the open pages. “I believe it’s time for our session. In memory of my thrilling chase tonight, I’d like to try something new if that would be alright with you.”
With a snap the book closed and you placed it on the table. “Ok… I’m listening.”
The backside of her fingers brushed down your cheek. “I promise no harm will come to you. I’m perfectly trained and well capable to keep you safe but this may cause you some mild panic. I need to know if you trust me.”
You study her facial expression: it was a mix of frustration, worry, and lust. “Of course I do, Clorinde, you don’t have to question that.” Her face relaxed a bit more and her index finger pushed your chin up.
“Address me properly.”
Excitement stirred in your core. “I trust you completely, mistress.”
Clorinde cupped your cheek with her hand and ran her thumb across your skin before slowly pushing it into your mouth. “Suck.” Such a simple command but one that held total power over you. As you sucked on her digit her other hand pulled at the robe belt until it let loose and your bare body was exposed for her to rub and touch. She slipped two more fingers into your mouth while she started to gently rub your clit in slow, tiny circles which caused your legs to snap close so you could grind yourself on her hand for friction. “Oh no. I want to see you. Open yourself up to me.” She commanded in a cool, smooth tone. You did as you were told, not wanting to incur her wrath after whatever had gotten on her bad side today; you spread your legs apart so your cunt is on display for her, and she pulled her fingers from your mouth, replacing it with the hand that was caressing your nethers, and using her freshly lubed hand to start working you open. A small squeak departed your lips while she toyed with you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until she felt like you were ready.
“I think you’re ready, doll; why don’t you go lay on the bed and get comfortable.”
She swiftly moved the blanket out of the way so your skin would be against the soft, cool, silk sheet that lay beneath. You watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and walked back over to her overcoat before reaching into the pockets. “Promise me you’ll try not to panic too much.” Out came her flintlock pistol; the one she was famously known for using in her duels. Instantly your eyes widened in horror as your legs curled up into you protectively. She sat down on the side of the bed, running a hand on your calf trying to calm you down.
“I can control the power of electro through my vision and into my pistol; which means I can control how much power I put in. I don’t plan on harming you; just adding a bit of… stimulation to mix things up a bit.” Her head tilted to the side. “If you do not want to, we won’t; I won’t make you feel unsafe to satisfy my own selfish desires.”
You knew deep down what she said was true; she’d never put you in a situation you didn’t whole heartedly agree to. But at the same time, she was stressed, and you wanted to be on your best behavior and show her that you’re willing to give to her as well. Your legs extended away from you to show that you were giving in, and Clorinde’s eyes lit up in joy.
“Wonderful! We’ll start out slow, I won't use it on you right away.”
From inside her top nightstand drawer she pulled out a long but thin dildo; the one she usually wore to fuck you in every position possible but this time did not remove her own clothes or even bother with the harness. The purple silicone disappeared into her mouth and you watched her suck and lick on it until it was all shiny and slippery before she turned it on you and pushed it into your pussy. “There we go. Take it,” she cooed, her teeth lightly biting her lower lip as she watched you tense up then relaxed, tense up the relaxed, as she slowly pumped the pleasure rod until it was fully sheathed inside you.
A nagging feeling of fear had you occasionally glance at the gun she had laid across your stomach, sitting there as if it was mocking you in some way, but you refused to give into such a nihilistic thought and let your dom control the situation, enjoying her slow teasing as much as you could until you built up enough courage. “I think I’m ready, mistress.”
Clorinde nodded and gingerly picked up the gun, careful to not make any jolting movements to prevent you from being startled. Still keeping her slow and steady rhythm with the toy she carefully maneuvered the barrel of the gun and placed it a few inches away from your inner wrist. “Tell me if you think this is at a level you can handle. I plan on using this all over your body.” The breath in your lungs tripped on the way out and stayed in your throat as you turned your head away, forcing yourself to keep your hand open as you waited for the blast of electricity to overwhelm you. But right after the click of the pistol, it wasn’t pure pain that overtook you. There was pain, sure, but enough that it was a pleasurable amount that the air forced itself out of your mouth in a moan instead of a shrill screech.
“T-That’s it?” you whimper in amazement of how your arm was still intact.
“That’s it.” Clorinde reassured you, and even demonstrated again. You watched that as soon as the trigger is fully pulled small little purple streaks of electro shoot out of the barrel and into your flesh, but they leave no lasting mark after the red spot faded in a few seconds. “Do you think you can handle this?” The last of your anxiety came out in a big, heaving sigh but you nod your head to confirm her words. “Say it.” She half-teased, half-demanded while playfully pointing the gun into your armpit.
“I can handle it mistress, please play with me!” The adrenaline rushing through your body made you giddy.
She smiled at you, “Good!” before shooting you in the armpit.
Another moan crawled out and dispersed into the air, all the while the silicone cock was lodged deep inside you, already hitting your deepest spots. Slowly but surely, Clorinde moved the gun across your body and she made sure to give your nipples special attention, leaving them red for a while before moving on down your torso, giving more special treatment to your hip bones. Your sticky wetness was now thoroughly coating the sheets under you, and Clorinde watched how it shined against the already shiny fabric. “My my, look how wet you’ve gotten. Color me impressed considering how terrified you were of what I feel may be my new favorite pastime with you.” The gun was slowly pulled away from your skin and plunged into the small pool between your legs, swished around to collect as much as possible before Clorinde brought the barrel to her mouth and began to suck, keeping firm eye contact with you while her tongue slithered in and out of the hole, mimmicking how she tongue fuck you.
Once she cleaned up the mess she pressed the barrel against your quivering clit, moving it slowly in circles, teasing you for what was about to come. “Look at you. Panting like a dog already; how cute.”
Clorinde teased you as she watched your chest rise and fall with each labored breath. You watched her mouth slowly curl into a sickly sweet smile before another click and electro flooded your clit and overwhelmed your senses. Your whole body shook and you instinctively gripped the sheets, knuckles turning white and back arching off the bed. No noise came out this time as a sudden orgasm came crashing down on you. Clorinde let up on the trigger, rubbing your thigh to relax you back down onto the mattress.
Vision already blurry, you didn’t see her once again stick the gun in her mouth to coat it, but you did feel dildo slip out of you and the barrel pushed into you instead. The cold metal was a shock but it felt oh so good. “Mistress!” You hissed as your back arched once again, toes curling and gripping onto the silk beneath.
“Feels good?” She teased at the drool pooling around the corners of your mouth. Her pace was faster this time and the texture of all the different edges of the flintlock was intense with how you were stretched to its shape. “How about you be a good girl and cum on it for me? I want to be able to smell it when I go to work tomorrow.” Her free hand grabbed onto your right breast and teased the sore nipple back to full attention, straining itself against the tender flesh around it which made you squirm. “Go ahead, don’t keep me waiting.”
The gun pressed against your cervix and she twisted it around inside of you to hit a few very delicate spots that nearly turned your vision white; she knew your body too well for you to try to extend how long you could last. Completely at her mercy you felt the flood of fire pool in your insides, but there was no creeping build up as her hand released your nipple and started to prod your clit. Like turning on a machine with a press of a finger you released yourself all over her prized weapon, screaming out for her and all you could focus on was the sound of her quiet chuckling as she drank up the sight of you bending to her will. The speed of the thrusting slowed down as you finally started to relax until she finally removed the gun from your insides, carefully laying it on the nightstand where your juices glistened in the dim lighting of the room.
“How perfect,” she praised you as she crawled up the mattress to lay beside you, “You did wonderfully. I hope you don't mind if I end up deciding to whip this out more often.”
“Please mistress… So… So good…” Your eyes were heavy as you stared into hers, wrapped in her arms to settle down for the evening.
“I think I’d like for you to be here, ready for me more often as well. I like having full access to my play thing right away.”
i often get on here, open the the text post link, and just sit there staring at the blank page. i need my words to will themselves to the screen
cw: pregnancy, tooth-rotting fluff. much softer than my usual stuff, but this idea got stuck in my brain. diluc ragnvindr x wife!reader. sfw.
diluc is not outwardly sentimental - at least, he gives off that impression to those not in his inner circle. those closest to him though — you, his beloved wife, adelinde, and even kaeya — know the truth. dawn winery is full of trinkets and objects that once belonged to his father and mother, and his desks are stuffed full of small mementos.
if one were to open his personal desk, they may find a pressed flower from you, a particularly pretty rock from razor that'd he shyly given diluc, a cocktail napkin from the cat's tail that diona had drawn an angry face on... little things, that remind him of mondstadt's good. things that remind him of his humanity. and there are big things, too. the paintings that his father painted for his mother still fill the walls of the winery... and even that hideous vase kaeya bought him. oh, diluc complains about it, but he'd never get rid of it.
the moment diluc hears about the kamera, he knows he has to have one. to be able to remember such precious things with a picture instead of his memory, which could warp and distort things over time... it's the perfect tool for a man like diluc. he'll feign nonchalance about the whole thing, but he's first in line to receive one. of course, as the owner of dawn winery, the company in fontaine that produces kameras is practically shoving it into his hands.
there's one specific reason why diluc is so anxious to get a kamera.
you, his darling wife, are pregnant. diluc had been beyond words when you'd told him - a mix of overwhelming love and fear had shocked him quiet. his urge to protect you grew tenfold, and his love for you grew even deeper. of course, diluc was hellbent on taking care of you in every conceivable way. it wasn't enough for him, though. he wanted to be able to remember these moments vividly, to keep them locked securely in his heart. and diluc wanted to keep the memory of you, round belly and glowing face, as pristine as possible. you were beautiful beyond words.
so, when you find yourself being led outside by an excited diluc (muted as he may be around others, his excitement over your pregnancy had led him to be more open than usual), you have no idea what to expect. adelinde had delivered you a pretty, hand-sewn dress that diluc had made for you. it fit you perfectly - gauzy and loose while framing your pregnant belly. it was comfy, too.
diluc leads you to a particularly scenic area, and in front of you stands a strange machine, propped up by another device.
'honey?' you ask, confused but happy to go along with whatever diluc had planned. he smiles at you, soft, and explains what the machine is. a photograph... how novel, and how very like diluc to be interested, you think to yourself. he arranges the two of you in position so that the kamera will catch everything. the kamera had a mode to take several pictures at once without someone behind it, so you wait patiently while diluc sets it up and rushes back for the incoming photos.
diluc's smiling face, his hand resting gently on your belly, while you look at him lovingly. a picture of diluc kissing your cheek, sly expression hidden behind his flaming red hair. a picture of diluc knelt on the ground beside you, his expression reverent as he looks up at you, head resting against your stomach.
each photo is printed in succession, and when the kamera stops taking photos, diluc goes over to carefully collect them from the machine. they had come out perfectly, only a couple in the set ending up blurry.
when you wake up after an afternoon nap, you're not surprised to see the pictures hung up around the winery's top floor. when you go to find diluc in his office, you see him holding the photo of him knelt by your belly in his hand, a smile on his lips.
oh, diluc could pretend he wasn't sentimental all he wanted, but the photo he held tight in his hands proved otherwise.
Yay HCs! I wanted to know if I could ask for HCs for Diluc who has been betrothed to reader since childhood. 😌 I'm not gay I swear. 😩
Diluc is prickly about it at first - and so are you, for that matter. What child wouldn’t be, in the situation? It was the done thing, sure, but you didn’t have to be happy about it. You didn’t know what to make of the young boy in front of you, flaming hair falling wild about his face. He’s being polite enough, but you can read right through him. (And that becomes a theme, throughout your relationship - it’s something Diluc cherishes about you.) Diluc is just as annoyed about the whole affair as you are. Still, if he was to be your future husband, you might as well get to know each other.
You quickly learn that Diluc is a troublemaker. He doesn’t look like he’d be, from the outside - but it only takes a couple more meetings to find out. He’s not the sort of troublemaker that is malicious, at least. It’s why instead of calling him out, you simply watch. It doesn’t take long before he assesses that you’re worthy of trusting, and thus able to be part of his schemes whenever your family visits. They’re never too serious - an attempt to get some wine for the two of you to try, hiding in the grapevines to scare Crepus & Kaeya, sneaking in the kitchen to pilfer bits of the meal cooking.
You & Diluc commiserated in your boredom at balls and galas, blushing when the two of you were awkwardly made to dance. Talks between your families, while you sat at opposite ends of the table while your futures were discussed like you weren’t even there. Seeing Diluc flush and grumble when you took Kaeya’s side. Seeing Diluc get jealous and not knowing why when Kaeya always asks you to dance.
As the two of you get older, it becomes evident that even without the betrothal, the two of you would have been drawn together. As friends, the two of you are close. It’s strange to grow up knowing that your closest friend is also going to be your future spouse. Awkward romances were part and parcel of growing up, but your future partner had already been chosen for you. Would you still develop romantic feelings? Diluc had always been cute, but now he was handsome. It was a different feeling to reckon with.
The betrothal hits a rock when Crepus dies. Diluc retreats from everyone, even you. You wouldn’t blame him for calling off the betrothal, though you desperately don’t want him to. You realize, then, that you love him - love him as more than a friend but as a partner. You can’t help him, but you can wait for him. Had it been anyone else, you would have left, but it was Diluc. Your Diluc. You knew you had to wait because you knew Diluc. You knew his heart was burning with rage and that the fire inside of him wouldn’t be quelled until he extinguished it himself.
When he returns, 3 years later, you’re waiting for him. Both of you have grown since the last time you saw each other. Diluc had grown into his height and body, lithe and muscled. His hair had grown even longer in his absence. Your greeting is a wordless hug and an implicit understanding that Diluc loves you too.
wriothesley slowly lowering you down on his thick cock because you've never taken anything that big before 😳 he wants to make sure you're having a good time, so he's not going to let you hurt yourself. he will have fun teasing you about it while he works himself into you, though
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DILUC!!