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I mostly write through an AFAB lens but will occasionally do Gender Neutral fics as well. At the end of the day these writings are written for my pleasure and titillation and I share them to hopefully titillate like-minded readers! âŞď¸
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Iâm so sorry if youâve already answered this question somewhere but, do you have plans to continue A Sonâs Inheritance?
No worries, I do plan on finishing the story, I will probably finish with a single, long chapter rather than two like I had originally planned. I unfortunately wrote myself into a corner with the story and coupled with daily life, I havent had much time to spend on it.
But I have not dropped the story, and I do hope to get back to writing soon!
I go back and reread parts 1 & 2 about once a month đ I hope you're doing well and thank you for sharing your fics with us!
Lol I love it!
Thank you dear anon, I wish I was more active on here, but life is steering me in all directions at the moment, I hope to one day come back in full force and share more of my fics! Thank you again *hugs*
goosebumps as a concept are so funny ur brain is like "oh no we're threatened! quick! make us look bigger!" and your skin, that absolutely does not have the ability to do that, is like "absolutely. right away boss"
I'm alive and well, I have been in the slumps with writing lately, my contract with my job also ended so I am back to being unemployed for the time being.
But no worries, aside from my inability to write, I'm doing okay mentally. I will return in due time. But for now, I'm just lurking. See yall soon *mwah*
I actually write historical fiction because I cannot write modern dialogue. No, the male protagonist will not be asking his love interest for her Snapchat. That is so cringe I think Iâd implode.
Aside from the massive problems this film has just from existing, I cannot deny that the music is my favorite of all the Disney films, they used all their magic for this film.
Colors of the wind???? Are you serious?? I'd have entire lines from that song tattooed on me if I wasn't a coward.
A sneak peak of the Sad Smut Rogal Fic. Its taking longer than I initially planned but I am reallllyyy trying to build up the emotions properly here. But I'm getting there! The fic might be closer 7000-10,000 words when I'm finished đ¤Ť
For a time, Dorn allowed himself to feel the energetic anticipation of discovering a solution to the long held cloud that had been growing slowly in his mind over the past decade.
It was this initial optimism which had led him to blurt out his discovery to you all those weeks ago. But your reaction was like an ice bucket to his hopes.
The expression in your eyes would be something he would hold within himself for the rest of his days. You looked at him with such horrorâ such betrayal, that the worst part of himself that he wished he had killed long ago, was pushed to the surface: His primarch-driven hubris. And like a fool, he had believed it possible to convince you to his side:
âYouâŚâ Such a small, defeated voice arose from you as you shakily removed yourself from him. Dorn felt his hearts seize at your separation. Outwardly he remained composed, yet his eyes seemed to waver at your expression. â...Your arrogance knows no bounds.â It was said through trembling lips as you clumsily rose to your feet and began to collect your clothes.
He was up and out of the water before either of you could really process it. âI do not understand you,â His voice roughed with barely controlled anger.
You were hunched over as you grabbed your belongings. ââAnd you never seemed to want to!â
Dorn's nostrils flared and his lips thinned at your retort. Could you not see it? He may have solved the greatest deficiency for mankind and you selfishly withheld your gratitud. Instead, choosing pointless grandstanding and your petty pride to rule over logic.
In the quieter moments following that day, Dorn had wished that his first instinct was not to go on the defensive, but it was his very nature, his modus operandi, to reinforce his position. To keep pushing until the enemy surrendered. To point out others' flawed path. Yet in this case, it only served to reveal his greatest shortcomings.
Clenching his fists and stepping out of the pool Rogal tried to catch your eye. âDid you always plan on growing old? Did you expect me to just watch you slowly wither away and die?â His voice was accusatory, further digging his grave and prying open his biggest fear. Don't. Don't leave me here alone.
Not looking at him, you walked to the exit, you had forgotten your sandals in your haste and your bare feet echoed loudly at your quick exit. You wanted to leave. You needed to escape this situation. You needed to escape him. The back of your eyes burned and your throat tightened as you tried to hold back the grief.
âI refuse to live a life where each passing year I slowly lose more of my humanity. I thought you would finally understand that!â You couldn't keep your sobs at bay any longer.
Rogal needed only to take a few long strides to block your exit. You glared at his bare abdomen, not daring to look into his eyes.
âYou do not get to run from me.â In his heart he knew his tone was only further pushing you away. But that darkness, that deep seated possessive cloud always floating near him, was growing, every precious, terrifying second you wished to flee from him.
âI have said all I needed to. You're the one who can't let this go!â
He gritted his teeth, crouching down to one knee, he grabbed your arms in a firm hold. It took every ounce of his willpower to not shatter your bones in his desperation to keep you from fleeing.
He could almost feel the proverbial guillotine bladr rising to the top.
âWould you be so coldâ so selfish, as to abandon me to an existence without you?â
He felt you stiffen in his arms, but still he kept pushing, the rope holding onto the blade tightened. You needed to understand, you had to.
âI refuse to sit back and watch you wither away simply because of your damnable pride,â
He had seen how your eyes had widened and your breath still, and without fully comprehending it, Dorn allowed the blade to fall:
âWere you foolish enough to even think you had a choice in the matter?â
Dorn blinked at the memory, and his shoulders sagged just the slightest when he recalled how you went lax in his arms. Your gaze became detached, your tears having frozen into a flashy sheen across your eyes before slowly dripping down your cheeks.
You had both stood there in silence afterwards, Dorn's final words echoing across the tiles, proving how he could never take them back. The moment his grip on your arms lessened you had darted from the room, the fall of your footsteps fading as you walked away from him.
âWhat will you do to rectify this, sire?â Alexis stood at his Primarch's shoulder, his head nearly meeting Rogal's chin. The Astartes Captain still wore his own armor allowing him to level his harsh gaze onto his patriarch.
Rogal remained silent, instead he turned his gaze back to the data before him. If he were to attempt an apology, it would only be through false platitudes.
The very truth of the matter? He still believed what he was doing was right.
How could he be a cruel husband simply for wanting to have more time with his wife? You were the one trying to leave himâ to leave this life. Forcing him to live alone in it. He believed, whole heartedly, that you only needed time. And he was willing to give you immeasurable amounts of it.
I feel most would say Fulgrim but naaaah, pre-daemon fulgrim is not all that freaky, hell even daemon fulgrim could up his game probably.
The freakiest primarch is probably Curze only because his freaky involves some level of you needing immediate medical attention.
The safest and freakiest primarch however might be Leman only because that man would try pretty much anything "for the loreâ˘"
Now, on the opposite end of the spectrum, the most non-freakiest (but not celibate) Primarch would possibly be Ferrus. He's very gruff and prefers his sex to be straightforward. The freakiest you'll get from him is doggy style maybe. (but if he DOES have the biggest schlong out of his brothers according to fanon then perhaps thats for the best)
The thing about your best friend is, he doesnât feel great about using his slick to slide his aching cock through his hand while thinking of your grinning face. He feels even worse when he pants out your name when hot ropes of his cum splurt out toward the edge of his bathroom sink. Drops of his shame now coat the very sink you carefully wrapped a bandaid around his finger earlier in the day. You were so worried about him that you grabbed his uninjured hand, dragging him in here and slamming the door with your foot. That glint in your eyes may have given him the wrong idea about why exactly you were bringing him in here.Â
His small injury was nothing compared to the yearning heart thudding against his ribcage. Feeling he harbored for you slice deeper than any wound and will take ten times as long to fully heal. Bottom line â he was never getting over you.Â
Not after he got so nervous to ask you to the senior prom or when you squeezed him so tightly after graduating from high school. The worst part was when your college roommate started having a crush on him â of course you, the ever supportive best friend, made sure he could get a girlfriend. Nothing was as bad when he convinced himself he could be truly happy settling with anyone that wasnât you. Blindly allowing himself to get engaged all because you were encouraging him. It wasnât that he was doing it for himself, no â it was more like he was listening to you. Seeing him âhappyâ made you happy â and that made him blissfully euphoric.
He especially wasnât over you when he married his ex-wife. Most men are supposed to gaze lovingly into the sparkling eyes of their bride, but all he could focus on was that asshole you brought as your plus one. He didnât deserve you and he sure as hell didnât deserve to see you in that dress. Kyojuro has never downed so many fruity drinks in one night.
He guesses his wife picked up on it eventually with how distantly close he always was. Never too deep a kiss, always brushing her skin and never fully touching her. By that time she was already pregnant. Maybe thatâs why she wasnât interested in her own daughter, because in the back of Kyojuroâs mind he was already thinking about you.
Shame coils up his abdomen, mixing with the rough pleasure fanning under his sternum. He had been a horrible father, a worse husband, and he was starting to question his capabilities of continuing to be your friend. Itâs all because he never fessed up to his feelings when he had the chance. He was too anxious about a so-called end to the closest friendship heâd ever experienced.Â
Thatâs what made love so addicting, the risk of it all. Kyojuro was too much of a pussy to even think anything more of you kissing him delicately one random Thursday night after a rough day in your chemistry lab. Heâd brought over some drinks to wash down the painful exam and just as he was laughing at something you said, the air quieted and for a moment he was worried heâd done something to upset you â but then you were a blur, pressing your soft lips into his.Â
It was the quickest kiss of his life. In fact, it was his first, but the faintest sensation of your exhale into his mouth is forever engrained on his soul. Right next to your name. âFuck,â the word comes out strained enough to make his head throb, his cock already hard again from the reminder of your sweet mouth. Kyojuro catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror â an animalistic heat in his eyes. Just maybe the world was showing him what couldâve been if heâd grabbed your wrist that night, twisting you back into his body and kissing you like heâd dreamt of so many times. Maybe the universe was trying to tell him that you belonged together. And he couldnât agree more.
More divorcee Kyojuro being a deplorable desperate loser đ
