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synopsis . In which nerdjo gets turned on by bimbo!reader's harmless teasing in the middle of putting together a puzzle. content . afab!reader, virginity loss, dorkjo, awkwardness, reverse cowgirl, praise, really premature ejec, etc. (Inspired by this post)
“It’s too big, ‘Toru,” You’d whine, followed by an awfully innocent, “Stop trying to squeeze it in there!”
Puzzle pieces. The two of you are talking about puzzle pieces, obviously. So, why the hell is his cock swelling up against his pants?
Oh, that’s right. Because your comments are making his mind go somewhere dirty each time he closes his eyes, the only thing keeping him sane being the use of context in the situation. His hand had brushed over yours one too many times and he's stuttered halfway through every sentence of his during the duration of this little game. The two of you were just spending your free time putting together a really cute 'n friendly jigsaw puzzle and now he was using a nearby pillow to cover up his boner.
You're aware that your nerdy friend Gojo is the biggest loser ever but, you don’t seem to mind it too much. The only thing you do is tease him until he's sitting next to you with a mess of blush plastered all over his face. "Hey, why'd you stop?" You'd ask after noticing the way he's siting awkwardly on the floor beside you, "I know I said that piece was too big but if we stop now we'll never finish this tonight."
"Uh," Gojo's voice is coming out in that dorky pitch for a moment before he quickly clears his throat and brings a hand up to readjust the thick frames decorating his face, "Well, I just wanted to take a break, y'know? We've been doing this for hours and-"
You cut him off with a light scoff, "Oh c'mon, there's no way you're tapping out on me already." Then you're standing on your knees, shuffling closer to him, and reaching over him for one of the further puzzle pieces below. It was fine. He was fine.
Then he looked down, noticed the skirt you had on started to rise against your thighs, and... fuck. You've got the prettiest pair of panties on—the color of them peeking out just a fraction enough for him to catch its hue. Blue. Just like his eyes. Of course you decided not to wear some shorts under your skirt today. Of course. Now he's left gawking at a lacy pair of panties and letting out a strange noise without thinking, earning a glance over your shoulder that only makes you look sexier.
"Satoru?" You call out moments after, to which his eyes fly back up to where they should've been this entire time, on your face. Watching the man gulp like the biggest dork you know him to be, you flash a smirk, "Did you just look under my skirt?"
There's no way you didn't know what you were doing. He may be a big nerdy virgin who never got any sort of play but he was far from stupid. Gojo swallows down something pathetic before shaking his head hurriedly, "N-No? Pfft, what? Why.. Why would I-, hah, why would I do something like that?"
You cock a brow, "Because you're a loser who acts like he's never seen what a woman looks like under her clothes? I dunno."
He blinks dumbfoundedly, "You think I'm acting?"
You send him the same bewildered stare, "You're a six-foot tall, nerdy, pretty boy with glasses, there's no way you're some kinda virgin."
"Well... uh..." He gulps thickly and leans back, the pillow in his lap faltering with the way he readjusts his long legs to try and ease the rather annoying ache in between them, "I kinda am..."
Now you were giving him that cute deer-in-headlights kinda look as if there wasn't a single thought inside your head, the same look that has him flustered for some reason. Followed by which is a turn of your head before you casually return to reaching for that needed puzzle piece, "That's surprising. 'Thought a guy like you would have tons of women."
Gojo looks around for a second before pointing at himself, "You though I would have tons of women? Me?" He scoffs as if that were the most ridiculous thing in the world. "I mean, I know plenty of women who talk to me, sure. But, I've never slept with any of them."
"Why's that?" You ask, knees shifting against the floor so that you could find the desired spot for the piece in your hand, "If you don't mind me asking, of course."
You seem to be entirely oblivious to the way your skirt is still rising against your thighs, especially as you bend down a bit to plop the little puzzle piece into place. Gojo finds himself looking up at the ceiling now, hoping for you to become self aware any moment now, "I dunno, I'm not good at flirting, I guess." He says with a shrug of his shoulders.
The sound of that makes you glance back at him again. This time you look down at his now uncovered crotch and spot the boner prettily resting there. Smiling a bit, "I could teach you." You offer sweetly.
His cock drools at the idea alone before he's fixing his glasses against his face and looking at you again, "Really? You'd teach me how to flirt?"
You snort, "No, silly. I'm offering to teach you how to fuck."
Now, Gojo is many things. Filthily educated in Digimon? Well, of course—he's even got it plastered all over his shirt right now. The most studious individual in every academic institution he's ever attended? Duh. And a completely closeted freak who does nothing but imagine what it'd be like to feel pussy for the first time? Well, yeah...
So when you offer to teach him how to fuck and essentially, take his virginity, he doesn't think he's ever nodded his head faster in his life.
Next thing he knows and your legs are sprawled out over him, caging the sides of his lengthy limbs in between yours as your ass hovers in the air and you move a hand back to tug your panties to the side. Your cute nerd of a friend thinks he's in love as your gorgeously soaked cunt is revealed to him.
He almost reaches out to touch it-, to touch you but, he controls himself and lets you do all the work. After all, he has no idea what he's doing. Gojo only knows things about sex through porn and... well, that can only teach a person so much.
"Y-Y'know," And then he's starting already—yapping as if that would hide his nervousness. His cock is out and you're rubbing two pretty fingers through your folds before moving your hand in between your legs to grab ahold of him. "S-Shiit... Y'know this uh, this puzzle we got-, oh... it-, oh, that feels good-, it was a limited edition-"
"Satoru, you're cute but," You giggle as the lips of your pussy begin to close around his drooling cockhead, "If this is your idea of dirty talk then you have so much to learn..."
He tries to swallow a whine down his throat but it unfortunately escapes him as he continues his rambling, "I just-, goddamn... I thought you'd wanna know that," Gojo utters with a nervous chuckle, hips bucking up slightly to sink himself deeper into the dewy warmth that's currently swallowing up his length. "'Cause o-only a thousand," his breath hitches as you get about halfway down on him, "You're so fuckin' warm... Only a-ah.. a thousand of those sets were s-sold..."
Biting back your own moans whilst his thick cock stretches up into your welcoming walls, "Yeah?" You chime as if you genuinely cared about what he was saying. It's not that you didn't care at all but, the puzzle was the last thing on your mind with the way his dick felt slowly splitting you open. "T-That's... so nice, sweetie."
Gojo's hips snap up at the sound of the praise—wether or not you meant it to be sarcastic—and it's instant the way he brings a hand up to your hip to hold you down as the rest of his lengthy shaft disappears inside you. "Fuck, that felt good," He gasps as if this were some kind of new discovery for him, "C-Can you say that again? Praise me more?"
You work up a steady rhythm of lifting and then slamming your hips down on him after only a few moment of adjusting to his staggering inches, your jaw quickly falling open with slutty drool dangling out past your lips, "You're into that?" You huff softly before glancing back at him, "Y-You want me to-, mmnh, praise you more?"
Gojo's eyes are a little glossy from pleasure and he nods cutely, "P-Please? I'm being good so far, aren't I?" Then he looks down and you feel his cock throb inside of you, "Fuuuck... I haven't even-, ohgod... h-haven't even told you any more s-stupid facts. Aren't you proud of me?"
Another laugh exits your lips before you still your hips down against his, grinding with his cock buried inside of you instead of bouncing on it, "Yeahhh, I guess you have a point," You snort. Then you turn your face forwards and reach for a new puzzle piece before placing it somewhere. Your honeyed pussy clamps around his bulging girth and you hear the way he chokes out a gasp. "I'm so proud of you, 'Toru. Bein' such a good boy for me, aren't you?"
What you don't expect is the thick cum that spills out inside you. The hand he has on your hip grips a little tighter and he groans loudly, tossing his head back losing it at the sound of those words on your tongue. Well, that and the way you'd went back to those puzzle pieces as if this was just another Thursday night for you...
You have a little smile on your face as you feel him finishing inside you and by the time you look back at him, Gojo seems to be completely out of it—as if that was singlehandedly the best nut of his life. Glasses crooked on his face now, hand still anchoring your hip against him, hair tousled, and heavy pants exiting him, you can't help but tilt your head.
"Wow, two minutes. Impressive, really." You snort.
Gojo looks at you, just barely, and then pouts, "It was my first time, I'm sorry."
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I diligently did my research and here's some reccs for your future fics. Obviously, you don't have to use any of my reccs but if they're of any help I'd be glad
So, we can use vibrating m*sturb*itor on him, which kinda fits into pathetic Gojo vibe.
Another thing is vibrating cock ring that also has a remote control👀
A pump😭...I was traumatized by this one
Any kind of prostate massager. I didn't know these exist so...educational content
These are just for the peepee...
If not for the peepee:
Nipple clamps
A ball gag
Wax...
A vibrating choker that can be triggered with a remote
These are all of my ideas. Could be fun to try several of these combined on that annoying man but whatever
okayyyyyy lots to work with here heheheh thank you for doing the research 🙏 you are an angel ☺️ I will see what I can do for next week since this weekend is a bit of a busy one for me. maybe I'll put your ideas and the ones I have through a randomiser wheel and see what fate has in store
satoru gojo passing his sweet tooth on to his baby daughter 𑣲 .✦ ݁˖ ۶ৎ
husband!gojo x f!reader, dadjo, fluff | wc 1k
“satoru, i need this for a cake i’m baking next week. do not eat it, okay?”
you’re stood in the doorway to the living room, holding up a chocolate bar, your eyes fixed on your husband who’s currently sprawled out on the couch. clinging to your shoulder is your three year old daughter, big eyes lidded with exhaustion and a thumb in her mouth, her cheek pressed to your side as she tries not to drift asleep. you gently rock her every so often, your arm tucked under her body to hold her up.
satoru pouts at your words, half-wincing at the foreign sound of his actual name on your tongue rather than an affectionate nickname like you normally use — it sounds too cold, the sound empty and foreign on your lips.
he drags a hand down his face and pulls himself upright from his backwards slouch on the sofa to face you, brows furrowed and eyes wide with a look of mock betrayal.
“hey, what’s with that tone? it’s like you’re scolding me and i haven’t even done anything yet!”
you feel your daughter stir a little in your arms, momentarily waking from her shallow sleep. she straightens up to sleepily peer at her father and his tantrum, trying to gauge what’s going on. curious eyes flick between you both, soft ivory lashes batting sleepily as she tries to stay attentive, perked up like she understands the conversation between you both.
you roll your eyes at satoru’s childish display, retorting: “key word: yet. every time we buy chocolate it disappears by the next morning. just…i need this for a cake for the neighbours on thursday, okay?”
he lets out a loud, boyish sound, a mix between a whine and a groan — almost akin to the sound of an unhappy child rather than a fully grown man. satoru grumbles, scratching his neck as though deep in thought. he considers your words before eventually seeming to reach a conclusion. he finally meets your gaze once more, playfully putting a hand to his forehead in a mock salute and flashing a grin.
“okay fine…you’re lucky i love you.”
-
as it turns out, satoru gojo is a liar when it comes to anything sweet.
the last thing you expect at 1am on wednesday night is to hear whispering coming from downstairs, dragging you from your sleep. you groggily sit up, turning to find his side of the bed empty. the bed covers have clearly been haphazardly shoved off of his side, soft linen covers bunched up messily.
trying to rub the drowsiness from your eyes, you make your way downstairs only to find the door to the pantry just slightly ajar. flickers of hazy light lazily spill across the kitchen tiles, the door open just wide enough for satoru’s subdued voice to clearly reach your ears.
“shh….chew slowly, your mom’s gonna kill me if she wakes up to you choking—”
“..toru…?”
slowly, you push open the door — only to be met with the sight of your 6’3” husband sat on the floor, hunched up with your daughter in his arms. it’s almost laughable how out of place he looks, his lips smudged with chocolate and posture curled into a failed attempt at making himself smaller than he is. it was almost enough to make you laugh.
almost.
“satoru gojo!” your husband immediately flinches, hands instinctively tightening around your daughter as she blinks up at you curiously. her mouth is stained with chocolate too, eyes wide and curious, soft pools of blue mimicking those of her father.
“i told you not to eat it!” he immediately stands up as though on instinct, subsequently bumping his head against the bottom of one of the shelves. he shuts his eyes at the pain and rubs his head, messy hair still tussled from sleeping, before sheepishly grinning at you.
“…hi..?”
“don’t ‘hi’ me! you knew i needed that, i told you not to eat it—!”
he immediately cuts you off, expression half alarmed at your outburst.
“hey, no..c’mon sweets, you can’t blame me! she had a nightmare!” he extends his arms to show you your daughter in his arms, holding her in front of him like some kind of shield. with closer inspection and a slight pang in your chest, you notice that her eyes are somewhat damp, soft lashes downturned from the weight of recently-shed tears, and for a second you feel yourself softening — until you catch glimpse of your husband’s cheeky smile flickering across his features once again.
you really wanted to smack the stupid grin off of his face.
“fine, okay. so why did you have to eat it too?”
that stumps him. he stands there, momentarily stunned by the question, stood awkwardly in place like an oversized kid being scolded. your daughter yawns sleepily as satoru brings her back to his chest. she’s clearly content from the chocolate, peering up curiously at satoru’s face before resting her cheek against its rightful place on his shoulder, allowing her eyes to flutter shut. satoru rocks her gently in his arms before looking up at you, eyes wide and insistent.
“well i didn’t want her to feel guilty for eating your chocolate all alone!” he half-whispers, voice an octave higher as though completely scandalised by the idea. “it was in her best interest! don’t tell me you value the neighbours over her!”
“she’s three, she wouldn’t feel guilty over chocolate.”
“i’ve always told you she’s advanced for her age — she’s my daughter after all!”
“satoru.” you place your hand on your hip, eyes boring into his sceptically.
he breaks under your gaze, his petulant expression slightly softening and his pout melting as he groans playfully.
“okay, okay, i get it! fine, i’ll buy more tomorrow!”
you smile, rolling your eyes.
“good. now go put her back to bed.”
you watch as satoru nods, flashing a cheeky smile and sticking out his tongue before heading back to the kitchen, rocking your three year old in his arms. as he leaves, however, you overhear him murmuring softly to your daughter. his tone is fond, smoothed around the edges into a gentle half-whisper.
“seriously, the things i do for you, huh?”
author’s notes: he’s so silly gojo i miss you come back🙁he’s such a girl dad
also i’m sorry for the wait and that i haven’t posted in a short while ahhh💔
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The clock is striking midnight, but you find yourself in the arms of none other than the most eligible man in the nation - Prince Gojo. Teaching you how to dance and then sneaking a kiss, it's almost enough to make you forget who you really are. When reality comes crashing and all Satoru is left with is a pretty earring that fell on those steps, can he ever find the girl in the mask?
pairings - prince! gojo x cinderella! reader
warnings- first time kisses, literally a fairy tale, love at first sight, fingering, no sex bc our man is making us wait for the wedding. Fluffier than any of my usual and maybe my sweetest Gojo <3 - 5.2k wc
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You step into the elegant ballroom as you clutch your gown in your hands, the delicate material crimping in your tight grip. It's scandalous for you to be here - the illegitimate daughter of a high lord, the stepsister to the real ladies.
Are you an imposter? Are you a dreamer? The questions swirl in your mind as you peer up at the pretty chandelier dangling above the room, casting its soft glow upon everyone swirling over the marble floor in pretty pirouettes.
That's when you lay eyes on him - Prince Gojo, it's the official season where he will indeed be looking for a match, and every girl along with every hungry mama is after him. Partly he seems fine with the attention, grinning and laughing, winking so that girls had to fan themselves
Yet, another part?
He seems almost as out of place as you once the flock is off, waiting for their number on their dance card, leaning back against the wall and talking to his advisor. It was known that Prince Gojo would soon enough be King, and with that must come many duties.
You can't help but find yourself lost in his pretty features, almost otherworldly, especially when his eyes catch yours from across that ballroom, drifting across your face and neck with enough intensity to make you blush underneath your glittery mask. You quickly turn and rush outside to grab some sort of air when he starts to near you, your heart racing in your chest.
"Wait up," you hear his voice then - perhaps it makes the man all the more attractive, deep and husky, hitting your core and making you feel flustered. "Are you alright?"
You turn slowly, the moonlight is glittering on his pale skin, making him look much like the statues in this very garden, clutching your gown tighter. "I... I just needed some air, Your Highness.
His lips curl into this devastating smile, but it's softer than any royal should be, as he drinks you in, pretty blues in a myriad of shades assessing you carefully. "The ballroom can be overwhelming, can't it?”
"It can indeed…”
Your heart hammers in your chest as he takes another step closer, the scent of bergemot and something distinct to him filling your senses. You've hardly been around a man aside from the servants who have befriended you, and you certainly weren't in such proximity as this, almost stumbling off the stone steps when he catches you.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, your highness!"
"Careful, sweetheart," he murmurs softly, brushing over you with his voice, lilting as the wind catches it, his long fingers taking your wrist over. He's so very tall anyone would feel small compared to him, but he's..
He's sweet.
"I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you before," he says softly, taking in the beautiful glimmering blue gown, it was not in 'season' or 'fashion' so to speak, moreso something that was left in one of his mother's wardrobes, but it fit you perfectly. "I think I'd remember such a meeting. What’s your name?”
Your name.
You can’t tell him – what if it got back you snuck away from your stepmother? She’d have you sweeping that damn chimney for the rest of your existence.
Your pulse rushes in your ears, stepping just a little closer, knowing you're probably terrible at pretending to really be nobility, or any sort of lady, feeling the heat of his palm through your satin gloves. "I'm... um, just a guest."
"Every guest has a name," he says, his gaze drifting down to the little chain on your neck curiously, his hand falling off. "Tell me, what brings someone so lovely to hide in the gardens rather than dance?"
"I'm afraid I cannot dance," Satoru blinks curiously, the way the moonlight hits your face and bounces off that silver mask has him almost blushing, the rise and fall of your chest in that snug corset, your own faint blush heating up your skin - out of every girl tonight, you're just...
Different.
"Cannot dance? Nonsense," he smirks and holds out a hand now, tilting his head. "I'll teach you."
"N-no! I'm utterly unteachable... I... oh!" Satoru tugged you in his arms, and you fell against his hard chest, a hand on that elegant blue uniform he's wearing. "Prince Gojo..."
"Call me Satoru."
“Oh I could not ever,” you are panicking being this close to him, his heat, his hard chest so strong as you stumble and damn near trip over your feet. “I’m stepping all over you!”
“It’s fine,” you could literally walk on Satoru and he’d just thank you, with those pretty glass slippers that click gently as you move. He picks you up and grins as you gasp out. “I’ve got you.”
“You cannot just…” he’s lifted you off the ground now so that your feet are on his, moving and guiding you with a little chuckle. “I’ll hurt your feet!”
“Nah, I’m fine,” he’s more than fine – Satoru thinks he’s fucking in love at first sight.
The nonsense of fairytales, but how else does he explain how perfect your corseted waist feels in his arms? How you’re looking at him and making him melt? Satoru’s in love with a girl and he doesn’t even know her name. Perhaps it’s the champagne and how pretty you are, perhaps his advisor Suguru was right and Satoru was a dreamer.
Yet you’re like a dream waltzing rather clumsily on his feet.
He finally manages to speak, to act like any of this is normal, his lips quirking up at the corner. "You're a natural, see?"
"I'm just standing on your feet!” You’re giggling though, the sound and your smile making him ache. He can only wonder how beautiful you were without half of your face covered, even more pretty than those eyes and those lips?
Yet it’s more, something about you drawing him in, he tightens his hold on you, your body pressed to his, clearing his throat as he tries to focus.
Tonight was supposed to be ‘the end’ so to speak – find a boring, perfect debutante for his bride, he had been dreading it for months, yet all he can think of right now is how much he is enjoying being in this garden with you.
"Details."
“No? Actual facts?”
“Semantics, sweetheart,” you laugh again, shaking your head.
“You’re nothing like I’d think a Prince to be.”
“Is that good or bad?” He asks, stopping his movements and easing you off his feet, not releasing you, no, he’s got you firm against him still. The music from the ballroom is fading, just a little hazy in both of your ears, intermingling with his soft chuckle and your little pleased sigh.
“It’s good, very good,” you can’t say it – that you are so wary of nobility because of your step mother, because you’re hidden merely because your mother was a mistress rather than a wife. “You’re just… different.”
“I could say that about you,” his lashes lowered just a bit, hand on the small of your back sliding up where it’s bare, ever so scandalously. "I think we've earned a break from the lesson, yes?”
You manage a little nod, swallowing nervously as Satoru’s silk gloved hand slides from your back to the nape of your neck, his fingers tangling gently in the hair that’s coiffed and pinned. He tilts your head back gently, having you meet his gaze, your own hands sliding to his chest, hidden by the alcove so that you’re just out of sight.
If you’re going to have one night of freedom, shouldn’t it be a good one?
How can you think like this!
"You're blushing again," he murmurs, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin just below your ear. "Even your ears are warm. Is it the dancing, or is it me?"
You can't form a coherent thought, let alone any sort of words for an answer, just looking up at him and wetting your lips nervously, tongue slipping over the plump of your lower one.
“Asked you a question, princess.”
“Oh I’m so far from that,” you whisper, he chuckles as he thinks to himself how your hips would give him perfect heirs, how he’d love those lips to be glossy from his saliva rather than anything else.
“Every girl here wants to be the next princess,” he says, nose brushing yours as he bends down. “Not you, though.”
“Not me…”
Gong. Gong. Gong.
“Oh!” You look at the giant clock ticking overhead, enormous and pristine, loudly echoing in your ears. “It’s almost midnight. I should… go.”
“A curfew?” He asks, even more curious, nobles party until well into the morning, but you’re leaning up now, hugging him around his neck, making him falter.
“Thank you for tonight, Satoru,” god how your name sounds on his lips, pressing a kiss on his cheek and pausing, a breath away from the corner of his mouth. He tilts your chin up, studying you carefully.
“Running away already?”
“I must soon…” You trail off and look right at his lips, sighing. “Perhaps one minute more.”
“May I kiss you, before you disappear?” He asks then, you nod quickly, seeing the lashes casting shadows on his high cheeks as he bends down, closing the distance and capturing your lips.
The first press of his lips is impossibly soft, a tentative movement that he pulls back from quickly, exhaling, the breath ghosting over your mouth, grip tightening as he paints soft kisses against them. You whine out before you can stop yourself, making him moan and pause for just a moment.
“Oh I’ve… never kissed…”
“I’m your first kiss?” He asks softly, you nod and tug him down again, making him chuckle. “Did you like it, princess?”
“I do very much,” he kisses you again, his tongue slipping on the seam of your lips as if it’s seeking entry, tasting of champagne and something sweet – scones, you think, the mixture hypnotic somehow.
Your first kiss is with Prince Gojo.
You both stumble a bit until you fall onto him in the gardens, he lands on his back with a soft thud on the grass. You’re gasping as you lose your balance, Satoru chuckles as he catches you on his body, holding you tightly, lips pulled into a full grin that makes him look even more handsome.
“Hmm, I’d like to see you without this mask.”
“Sir you’re very bold,” he raises a brow, hands on your hips – god imagine kissing you between your thighs, holding them firm?
“Says the lady on my lap.”
“Oh, you’re a tease!” You lean up and his eyes are glittering , leaning up on his elbows and nuzzling your nose with his. “Mngh…”
“The sounds you make,” he whispers, you’re straddling him with your skirts strewn all across you, heat pressing on his length, you probably don’t even know what it is but you grind on it, making him hiss. “Just from a kiss, I wonder how you’d sound if I kissed you here.”
His lips press on the rushing pulse behind your ear, you’re rolling those hips once more, fingers entangled in his silky locks, his breath sending trembles across you, the whine that escapes your lips almost makes him lose it.
“Fuck…”
“Oh dear, I’m so-”
“Don’t move, god,” he moans and grips you rougher than he meant to, arching up as he kisses up the side of your neck, lips drifting over your frantic, racing little pulse, your nails press into his shoulders, holding still as his breath ghosts your collarbone, fingertips brushing across your neckline.
“It feels so good,” you can’t help but move again, making him suck in a breath, kissing you deeper, your arms wrapping his neck as your tongue slips in and out of his mouth, exhaling as you move with him, feeling this need building inside that has you hot, dizzy. “Satoru…”
“Don’t leave,” he whispers, lips glossy from your kisses, sighing and cupping your face gently. “Stay. I’ll tell your chaperones.”
Chaperones.
As if you had those.
“I cannot…”
“We will pause,” he says, barely holding onto his last thread, eyes looking up at the pretty masked girl sitting on his lap, sitting up fully and studying you carefully. “I must know more about you, anything… especially your name-”
Gong Gong Gong.
“I’m so sorry,” you stumble off his lap, questioning yourself then – hearing your stepmother and stepsisters in your head making fun of you.
As if you fit in?
Tonight was an insane idea, one your fellow servants had for you, these glittery slippers and your mother’s old gown weighing heavy as you stand, almost stumbling as your heel digs into the earth. The Prince stands with you, steadying you with a hand on your upper arm, his lips parted.
“There’s nothing interesting about me,” you whisper, tears slipping and glimmering in your eyes.
“I find that impossible to believe.”
You smile, lips trembling, before kissing his cheek, your own lashes closing, sticky droplets of tears falling from them. You murmur your name for his ears, before rushing away, holding onto your dress as you ascend the narrow steps towards the ballroom, hearing him call it out.
“Don’t go! Please, just…” You turn and he can’t see your face then, not with the lighting of the ballroom as your background, casting a shadow of your figure.
“Thank you, my Prince,” you turn once more, Satoru rushes up the stairs then, pausing when he sees a glinting bauble on the step by his dress shoe. He picks it up, studying it carefully, his gaze flickering to where you’ve completely disappeared.
Your name was not familiar, it was not a family he’d ever heard of, a name he’d ever heard either.
Just who were you?
*****
“Hurry, miss, hurry!” Your fellow servants are rushing to undress you from the big gown as your carriage, rickety and loud, has made it just before your step family.
“Turn!” You do just that and let them unlace the back of it in quick little motions, the fellow women studying you once they put back on your maid attire.
“Miss, did you…”
“I um…” You’re blushing now, giggling as if you’re intoxicated from that sip of champagne, nodding.
“You kissed!” You shush one of them, even though the three of you are breathlessly laughing. “Tell us, tell us!”
“He was so handsome, so sweet,” you sigh, all dreamy, looking in the mirror and smoothing your apron down your front, touching your ear then. “Oh dear, I lost one of mama’s earrings!”
“She would have wanted you to have fun,” you get emotional then, as they fix up your hair – they still take care of you when they can, remembering how things were before your father remarried, when you were the lady of the house despite the mother you had not being ‘nobility’.
Your mother – all you have is a little photo of her in a locket.
“Was she kind, mama? Would she…” You swallow just a bit. “Like me?”
“Of course she would, miss,” they turn to you then, trying to cheer you up. “Who kissed the lipstain off.”
You blush furiously, before leaning over to whisper. “A prince.”
“A prince!?”
“Shh!” You hear it then, the hooves of the horses on the cobblestone path, turning your head to peer right back at the noise, the one earring you have left firmly in your palm. “We must act normal… but…”
“But?” You turn to them and your eyes well up with emotions, taking each of their hands.
“It was the best night of my life.”
*****
“This earring,” Satoru smiles days later as he has tea across from several young ladies – four daughters in one family, all matching your height and some of your features. He assesses them carefully, searching for any sign of you – since the name you gave him existed in no public records.
Where was the masked girl with the one earring?
“It’s mine!” One girl exclaims, giggling and standing. “It must be mine, your highness.”
“Ah, I see,” he stands and walks over, peering into her eyes, hoping for anything to click like it did before – it had been dark out, was he mistaking this? Was it really you? “Where’s the matching?”
She falters then, and her sisters are laughing at her. “I um… your highness, as it were… I do not…”
“I see…” He finishes his tea and bows at the giggling ladies, smiling all charming like he’s not losing his mind. “Farewell, for now, dear ladies.”
He’s furious when he slams the carriage door, his advisor Suguru looking up from the ledgers he’s balancing while waiting for the prince. His dark eyes take Satoru in carefully. “You look like shit.”
“Aw thanks, Suguru,” he snorts and Satoru climbs in across from him, earring flipped over and over in his palm. “That’s every woman her height and hair color aside from one house – out of twenty nearly. And nothing.”
“What was it about her?” Suguru asks. “To make you announce you’re looking for a bride and all? It’s so unlike you.”
“I can’t tell you it’s…” Satoru touches his lip thoughtfully, spreading those long legs in the carriage bench, the plush velvet brushing his elegant tailcoat as it begins to rock towards the last stop. “It’s everything about her.”
“Is the prince in love at first sight?” Suguru is teasing, but when he sees Satoru’s glare he pauses. “Oh fuck… it is?”
“I don’t know what else this is, this feeling in my heart,” he clutches it over his dress shirt, staring out the pretty countryside view as they start to move towards the last hope. “I can’t describe it at all, but I must have her, I must know her… I cannot even think of another woman when she exists in this world.”
Suguru is quiet then.
“Who knew the rakish prince would fall so in love so quickly?”
“Shut it,” Suguru’s serious then, pulling up the information on the last house and studying it. “Who are they?”
“A widow and her two step daughters… some servants live there as well, but of course they wouldn’t be the ones you met. Maybe one of them is it?”
“We shall see…”
“Satoru?” He raises a brow. “If you don’t find her, what will you do?”
He laughs a bit, leaning his head back and throwing a forearm over his face, sinking against the seat and descending himself into darkness, picturing you so clearly. Running away from him even in his dreams, like he can never actually capture you.
“I don’t know if I can ever look at someone like that again.”
It’s quiet then.
“Well, I hope you’ll find her.”
*****
“The prince is coming!” Your stepmother rushes up to you and yanks your hair, making you cry out. “Make yourself good, girl! Now! Tea, chop chop!”
“Ouch,” you whine out when she smacks your cheek. “S-sorry…”
“Do not talk back!”
“I was not-”
“She’s become such a nuisance,” one of your sisters complains, donned in an obscenely gaudy pink gown, jeweled slippers that you’d worn that night, you pale when you see them.
“Those were my mother’s! You can’t have them!”
“Those were my mothers!” She’s mocking you, making hot tears prick the back of your eyes. “The prince is coming for me, you’ll let me wear them, you nor your mother was never worthy of such luxury.”
You almost smack her, knowing it’s a death sentence or at least a prison sentence to do so, feeling sick as the three women laugh.
“No, he’s coming for me!” Your other stepsister is wearing bright yellow, donned with the hairclip your mother left. “I couldn’t find those earrings of yours!”
“Why are you in my things when you have everything!?” They laugh again at your pain, your tears, always cruel without reason.
Why did you even go, why did you glimpse happiness when they were your reality?
“He’s here, shh!” Your stepmother and siblings stand in front of you now, blocking the view of the Prince being greeted, his dress shoes clicking on the hardwood beneath him. Your heart hammers in your chest as you stand there with your head down, your family making a spectacle of themselves.
“Your highness! Indeed, what an honor,” your mother is putting on the charm, but Satoru’s eyes are on you, a frown on his lips. “What do we owe the great pleasure of your visit?”
He sees the mark on the pretty servant’s cheek and glares at the woman now, the matriarch of the family scowling at you. “Please forgive us, we will leave her and retire to the-”
“You hit your help?” He asks, fists clenching underneath those white satin gloves, she blinks in confusion.
“Well, of course I do. She is quite-”
“You hit your fucking help, really?”
“Is it against any law, your highness?” She asks, raising a brow, Satoru grimaces in disgust, walking up to you, earning the caught breath of every servant, and the anger of your ‘family’.
“No it’s not, yet the thought of treating others like that disgusts me,” he peers down at you, tilting your chin up right in front of the room, your heart hammers so violently in your chest you feel dizzy. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”
Fuck.
Your knees go weak, the sudden sting of your cheek fading into nothing, not when he’s looking at you that way, you can hardly hold in your words – Satoru, it’s me.
You cannot let him know you impersonated a noble, he’s just being… kind, surely.
“I am fine, your highness,” your voice puts it all together for him then, and in that moment the world shrinks – to just you and Satoru Gojo.
Not just a prince, but the boy you kissed in those gardens.
“Is this yours?” He asks quietly, taking the earring out and watching your expression, hearing their huffs of anger.
“You snuck into the ball!? You little tramp!” Your stepsister shouts, stomping on over when Satoru holds up a hand, halting her in her steps, watching as you tug the other earring out of your little reticule, a trembling hand being touched by his.
“You will be executed for such a travesty!” Your mother says, but Satoru scoffs, simply sliding the hook of the earring through the little spot they were pierced when you were just a little babe. He takes the other but not before studying your hand, covered in callouses, rubbed raw from scrubbing.
“Do not look, please,” you whisper, embarrassed that he has to see them – the nails nonexistent, the skin dry and cracking. He takes off his own glove and sets the other earring on, before he touches your hand, taking it and flipping it over, studying it carefully. “Please…”
“You shall never work these hands like this again,” you gasp at that, letting him take both of them in his own, the touch and warmth of his skin making you dizzy. “I promise you that you won’t…”
He says your name, softly then, smiling all bright as you break out into tears, holding you against him. “Prince Satoru…”
“God I looked all over for you,” he whispers, hand on the small of your back, your clothes are so old they’re falling apart, you seem almost frail to him like this, weak and worn down, not the happy girl he met.
Yet he knows it then, surely.
He did fall in love at first sight.
“What do you think about becoming my princess?”
“I could never! I…”
“Come,” he picks you up like it’s nothing, carrying you right out of there, you cling to his neck as he cradles you and your stepmother rushes up.
“Surely I will get some compensation!” Your stepmother earns Satoru’s disgust as he looks upon her. “She was my late husband’s illegitimate offspring, I took her in when I did not have to! Fed her, clothed her, gave her shelter.”
“You did a fucking horrible job of all of it, if you ever loved your husband, how could you do this? This is why I hate nobility like you,” he clutches you tightly, feeling your face bury against his neck. “I’ll compensate you plenty to leave my kingdom, all of you, forever. Handsomely in fact. But you’ll never go near her again.”
“Satoru, you don’t have to!” You’re whispering, trembling in fear, but he ignores it all, shaking his head.
“I will make sure you have a nicer home than this, and dowries,” your stepmother quickly agrees, and that’s the last time you see her, or your stepsisters again. “Let us go visit your new home.”
*****
“They called you that, because you sat by the fireplace too much?” Satoru asks you softly weeks later, you all were having dinner but you’ve stayed in your own wing of his castle, he’s making sure that everything is properly done – the wedding a few more weeks away.
“They did,” you admit, holding his hand and blushing as he leans forward, studying it. “It’s still rough, Satoru.”
“That’s quite alright,” he kisses your knuckles then, his lips curving up in a sad smile. “I shall make sure that you never lift a pretty finger.”
“Nonsense!”
“No, you must stop helping clean and cook, too,” you shake your head, earning his smile widening. “Are you not listening to your prince?”
“Old habits die hard, at least let me bake with them! What else shall I do all day long!?”
“You’re a bratty girl,” you giggle, shaking your head and standing, walking over as he tugs you on his lap, sitting sideways, his fingers trailing across your knee, sliding that robe apart. “Very bratty.”
“Me, no indeed,” you are aching to do more, but Satoru has been very gentlemanly – so much in fact you find yourself moving on his lap in such a way that has his lashes fluttering closed. “Are you all right, my prince?”
“You’re killing me, perhaps you’re an evil girl after all,” your smile ruins him, along with the way goosebumps rise up your thigh. “Trying to tempt me before the marriage, hmm? No, no, we do it all properly – you’re my bride to be.”
“I can wait, I suppose,” your fingertips trail across his cheek, laughing softly then at his blush that dances across them. “Can you wait?”
“Indeed I have my methods,” jerking off to you every night after kissing you in front of your bedroom door. “Can you, pretty girl?”
“No,” you’re honest then, gasping as his fingers dart higher, your thighs spreading slightly as if on instinct. “Satoru…”
“Such an impatient girl, tsk,” he glides them higher until they find your cunt bare, already slick underneath the satin of your robes, feeling you shift and cry out in the way only you can. “Shall I have you cum all over my fingers, then? Give you just a taste of what I’ll do to you when you’re fully mine?”
“Oh, mngh y-you… please…” He kisses you as his fingers find your slit, gliding up and down and feeling that wetness just pour, moaning at the feeling, you’re damn near slippery with a gentle touch at your entrance, your tongue moving against his with much more precision than the first kiss.
“Please what, princess? Make you feel good?” Your nod is jerky, your nails pressing into his forearm and feeling it tense as he slides a finger in – making your eyes roll back in your skull. “You’re doing such a good job, look at you.”
“Am I? It’s so thick and… Satoru,” he’s curving one finger just so in your snug little hole, squishing so loud it fills your ears, mixing with his kisses on your collarbone, his nose brushing your skin. “Please!”
“Mhm, take a pretty tit out for me,” he orders softly, in the way only Prince Satoru can, you tug it down and blush when he sees your tit for the first time. “Oh god but you’re s’fuckin beautiful.”
Your answer is to arch your back, your head falling so that your hair cascades across his arm that’s wrapping you, his finger working as that mouth wraps a nipple and sucks. It is too much, the way he sucks, the way his finger moves faster, until you’re about to shatter, to fall apart right for him, his finger hitting that spot that has your vision getting fuzzy.
He moans around your nipple, tongue swirling it – his blue eyes looking up underneath those long white lashes at you, feeling your cunt stretch enough that he eases in a second.
“So full! I’m so… ah!” He pulls back from your nipple, his saliva dripping with strings dissolving from your tit, sighing and nuzzling your breast, kissing back up to your collarbone, his fingers making your cunt quiver. She clamps down as you get closer, feeling that pressure, the grinding of his fingers on that spot.
“You’re close, hmm?” He teases softly, smiling all proud of himself and fucking cute – he was proud he could make you feel good, that he could feel the way you’re reacting, see the pleasure on your face. “You’re so loud, your pussy is making such a mess, too.”
“You’re… I…” You feel it coming, overwhelming in its intensity then, stealing your breath as his fingers work faster, until you’re right there.
“That’s it, let go for me,” he whispers, pressing up on that spongy spot in your wall with his fingertips, massaging it as you shatter. “There you go, good little princess, cumming just for me.”
“Satoru, ngh!” You scream out obscenely, cunt squirting right down his hand and making a mess of his pants, of your silk robe, darkening the material as you fall apart in his arms, weak and almost falling on him. “S’good I… sensitive and… Satoru, I l-love you and…”
He pauses then, exhaling and kissing you deeply, easing his fingers out of the mess you are. “You love me, princess?”
You’re almost in tears. You feel so good, nodding quickly, watching as he sucks his long fingers, blushing furiously – your cunt is pulsing around nothing, seeing his cheeks hollow during the filthy little action. “You’re tasting me!”
“So sweet,” he mumbles, drunk off a lick, pulling back to see his fingers glossy and moaning at the sight, his eyes dark. “I can’t wait to really drink you.”
“Drink me?” He chuckles at how precious you are, tugging down your slip and holding you close, kissing your temple as you come down. “Satoru, that was so intense I just… I…”
“Are you all right? Too much?” He brushes your hair back, feeling your lips on his neck.
“Not enough.”
“Slutty princess,” you gasp and smack him when he chuckles, pulling back and cupping your chin, smiling at you. “I love you too.”
“You love me?”
“Of course I do, the moment I saw you in that garden,” you can’t stop the tears from falling, chest heaving as the aftershocks mix with your emotions. “Now don’t be so impatient, we have forever.”
You nod and kiss him again, and again, and again, until he carries you in his arms towards your bed. “I can’t wait to share the bed with you, my Prince.”
“Soon enough.” He lays you in it and kisses you, studying you carefully, brushing a lock of your hair back.
Satoru was only an eligible bachelor for one day – and now he has his happily ever after lightly snoring in her bed, murmuring his name.
Perhaps being the prince wasn’t so bad if he got you by his side.
Hello Reign! I just made an ao3 to start writing, and I wanted to ask: How do you go about writing series?
You have many of them, and each new one is somehow better than the last! I've written fics before but always struggled with completing them, yet you seem to have no issue sticking with what you start. It's very admirable, and I was hoping you could give us an idea of how you go about writing series, whether it's outlining each chapter beforehand, planning the end before the beginning, or if you write your series ages before you even announce them on tumblr!
I already took a look at your writing tips on your main page too, and they were very informative. Thanks for providing resources for all of us who want to begin our own writing journey!
Take care!
hi nonnie!! ahhh congrats, that's a really great thing to start ☺️ so exciting!! omg thank you so much for your kind words. I'm probably not the best person to ask about series because mine are quite short, and I actually think I struggle with commitment! I have several series I have not finished and probably never will 😞
the trick I learnt is to write everything before you start posting! it doesn't have to be a perfect, flawless draft. it just has to be written so you know what happens and you don't have to start fresh every time you need to update. it's what works for me!
I usually have the rough idea in my head. then I start writing the first chapter, just going off vibes with no real plan. and once things start to form, like personalities and details, then usually the exact plan comes to me then. that's how it happened for CLOTD!
when I wrote Bubblegum Bitch, I announced it about a month and a bit before I started posting. I announced it as soon as I got the idea lmfao. then I start writing, and only make the masterlist once I've got the chapters drafted.
during the time of posting, I do second/third drafts of the chapters. I fix typos and continuity errors. I add things in that only comes after another read through. it helps me realise where plot holes and flaws are. for example, a character said they don't like apples (a random example) in chapter 2 but then in chapter 4 they're eating apples! or I read through the chapters and realise that a bit of dialogue doesn't have as much impact as it should and I should add foreshadowing in previous chapters etc. etc.
I'm so happy the tutorials could help, even just a little bit. I hope this does too
hi reignnn hope ur doing well :)
this might be kinda random but i wanted to ask why u chose wario as ur theme for ur writing blog haha
sincerely,
a waluigi stan
midnightlunarticcc hiiiiii
ahaha I like Wario. he's one of my biggest hear me outs. and during the month of April, I just wanted to be silly so I changed my theme to something completely unserious. I'm gonna change it soon now that it's a new month, but I've just been very busy and exhausted these days, so I'm trying to find the time
I'm judging you very hard for liking waluigi btw 😟
I sent an ask recently, but i realized you’d already answered something similar (about distinct character personalities), so sorry for the repeat! ☹
I did want to say, though—your prose is genuinely so beautiful. it feels like a giveaway of how well-read you are. in place of my earlier question, could i ask how you manage to write prose in such an engaging, fluid way?
hello nonnie! I already answered your ask before I saw this 😭 I'm sorry. thank you ugh you're too nice to me 😡 you're too sweet I'm gonna eat you NYOM NYOM NYOM!!
oh wow, that's a very kind question 🥺 thank you so much. I'm not sure I'd describe my writing like so 👉👈 to try and answer your question though, I was a big English Lit and Language student. love love love the subjects!!! and I internalised a lot of the techniques we analysed from books and plays and poems. I experiment and try to encapsulate the same feelings that have been evoked in me when I've read the most wonderful pieces. sometimes I succeed. sometimes I don't. it's all about finding your writing style, your niche, your personality. I'm still finding it today when I experiment
essentially, I think I can attribute any success I have in writing to the writers before me. I read a lot and quite widely. I wouldn't say I'm the BIGGEST reader in the world (I am definitely not, but as it turns out, the average person reads a book a month or less, so I'm doing pretty well for myself ahaha).
by reading, you become exposed to different ways of saying the same thing, to the different insights and perspectives of people from all around the world and how they describe interpretations of aspects of life. you internalise some of it. you disagree with others. either way, you learn more about yourself with every book, every article, every report, every poem, and every conversation
basically, you live life and you open yourself up to being influenced, and you become more articulate. I think that's all writing really is, it's just about conveying concepts.
is any of this even comprehensible? sorry, I'm unfortunately not very good at conveying my thoughts about writing. a lot of my writing comes from just doing, and all of this is reflection after the fact 😞
thank you again for your questions, for your compliments, and for reading 💗 you make me love my own writing
So, I was lying in my bed late at night thinking of you...as I always do and a thought came to me. Have you noticed that in a lot of fics ModernAU!Sukuna is just less mature, less patient and more arrogant version of Toji? This has been on my mind for a while and I was wondering if it's just the fics that I'm reading or it's just their characters would be similar irl
I really want to know your thoughts📝
EVEEEEEEE hiiiiii
I WAS thinking of that before yeah!! their fanon interations have quite a few similarities, like how they both say 'woman' and 'brat', they're both cocky and asshole-y. this means that they end up doing things similarly. but I have read some fics where the writers diverge somewhat or a lot from the fanon, and they've been great to read!
I myself find myself thinking, when I write either Sukuna or Toji, if I'm writing them too similarly and I have no grasp on their characters at all. that's the thing with fanfiction. we get so much leeway and freedom with these characters that it can actually be restrictive
but I believe that as long as you write it well and convincingly, I'll buy whatever you're selling ☺️ because I don't think fanfiction should ever be that serious!
I've been reading your work (quite literally, all of them during my free time.) and I can't help but wonder how you create such captivating stories.
Aside from being creative, your prose is so well written and truly captures the emotions; the dialogue between the characters—from witty banter to confessions—feel realistic and engaging.
Your stories deeply move me, and I look forward to reading your future stories. If I may ask, what's your thought process on writing the characters in your long fics, such as BBGB & RBMT, that really gives them depth, prominent motives, and distinct personalities? I can't get over how well written they are, the overall use of subtext is impeccable!
Hiiii nonnie!!!! I'm honoured you read my works in your free time 🙏 thank you so much for your kind words, you're really too kind! gosh I'm blushing 😣 stawhppppp thank you thank you thank you!! 💗
oooh what do I think of when I'm trying to give depth to the characters and make them their own person?
a couple things!
understanding of canon — have interpretations and headcanons of the jjk characters.
for example, I believe a nerd version of Gojo would still get a lottttt of girls and pussy, as they say, in the real world. because he's still superrrr handsome and smart and charming. that's why I gave him erectile dysfunction to justify him being a virgin. but then you work with that idea, and you think about how Gojo wouldn't really be insecure about that detail. he's not insecure about much. he'd just accept that that's his life, and he wouldn't think he's missing out on a lot.
I liken it to how he's the strongest sorcerer, which might sound weird but hear me out.
part of being the strongest is a privilege, but it's also a massive burden. gojo does it anyway. he just accepts that those are the cards he's been dealt. so I like to think within the au, with the characteristics I've given him, he'd keep it pushing and wouldn't feel like he's been stunted very much. when he explains why he hasn't dated anyone, he says it's because he doesn't want to lead a girl on, doesn't think it's fair to burden them with that. so he chooses a solitary path. you'd look at him and never think he's anything but perfect
with librarian!nanami, on the other hand, I thought about how canon nanami isn't very competitive. he doesn't seem very passionate about much, except protecting the kids. so I imagined him as going about his business and doing what it takes to secure his future. kinda like how in canon he committed to getting out of the sorcery business to be a salaryman. he's not arrogant. he's not ambitious. he's just practical and pragmatic. but reader brings out a competitive and petty side to him. it awakens passion, life, desire.
you understand the characters, you think of them as people, you
imagine their past, their future, their strengths and weaknesses, and you write!
2. little details
add the tiniest details and your readers make them into bigger things. so for example, Nanami doesn't rate his books full stop. and he certainly doesn't rate them during his read, he only makes a judgement at the end. because he's a bigger picture kinda guy. from that, we get some kind of foreshadowing in how he thinks. he's all about due process, about thinking ahead, having all the information and control. it makes sense then that he did what he did to reader because in the moment, when he was given a choice (help mrs. collins set her up or not) he knew it would mean that he could be the one to lose the job, that reader would be given the choice, and based off past experiences he thought she'd do it. it forced him to process everything. made him doubt their interactions, their closeness, their intimacy. he started to suspect her. because he overthinks. because he doesn't want to make the wrong choice.
for nerdjo, he's smart. obviously. he was always grounded in reason and logic. he was never not in control, even when he gave it up sexually to reader. he knew what she was like from the very beginning. we see it in their dialogue in the closet — he calls her a bimbo, he says she looks down on people and on people like him, and he saw it all even from the brief interactions they had, which he'd forget about. he writes people off quickly. he sees. he knows. he moves on. and because he was fully aware of what kind of girl she is and knew that there was something going on beneath the flattery and flirting, he was able to lock that part of him that could fall for her away. that's how he was able to be intimate and vulnerable and friendly and kind and open to her. he guarded the most sensitive part of himself away so that he could be unguarded with her. he thought she had done that same. that's how we get the scene in the closet where he breaks her heart. a full circle moment of revelations.
you build these little details about a character, you commit to them, and you carry them throughout their actions, and they support the narrative!
you have to be purposeful with the actions, with the dialogue, the things they do or don't do. you have to be ready to justify them all.
3. go with the flow
I might have a general structure in my head, like an ending I want, or I might be inspired to build a whole story around a line of dialogue so I know where that goes. but I never let my plan restrict me and my characters. if doing something doesn't feel right because you're suddenly thinking 3 chapters into the story that the character wouldn't do that, then don't do it!
for example, I did want librarian!nanami to go up to reader's apartment that one time. I wanted him to roam around her room and cast judgment on the state of it, the most worn out books on her shelves, and all that. but it didn't feel right in the scene because they already had a very intimate moment where they said thank you to each other for making them the best versions of themselves. and I couldn't think of openings to add that scene, so I didn't
this way, you don't get those moments in amateur writing (I mean, non professional and non published, not an insult at all) where you get taken out of the immersion of the story. you become aware you're reading fanfiction.
let your characters lead and you'll thank them for it
I hope this was insightful and made sense!
thank you again for your very sweet words 🥺 this was really nice to read, you have no idea 🫶
have u ever struggled with posting anxiety and/or do you know how to overcome it 😔 ?
yesss, of course nonnie! I still get it sometimes. it helps to reflect on exactly why you're feeling anxiety and rationalise your worries
is it because you're worried your work isn't good enough?
there's no such thing as bad fanfiction, only fanfiction one doesn't like. and if you're a beginner writer, well you gotta start somewhere! maybe give your work another proofread, make sure there's minimal typos and you're happy with the final product. maybe ask a friend to give their thought! or just post it and leave it alone for hours, and come back to see how it's doing with no expectations
are you worried about the content of your work and how people will react?
is your work dark? triggering? just label it accurately, and anyone who still engages with your work and has a problem with it is responsible, not you. chances are, there will be at least a handful of people who resonate with your work no matter the plot. I've written fics that are SUPER out there and don't do as well as my other fics but to some people, they're enjoyable!
is it mere inexperience?
posting becomes easier the more experienced you are. what you're feeling is completely normal so please don't feel embarrassed. like I said, I still get it. sometimes it's rooted in reason, and sometimes it just comes. you gotta take a deep breath and just post. remember this is fanfiction and Tumblr. at the very end of the day, it's never that serious, and I mean that in the best way. it's what makes writing fanfiction fun — who's going to regulate any of this?
I hope this helps. happy writing nonnie and best of luck!!
hi! i just finished reading ‘read between my thighs’ and wow i think i just sat staring out the window in awe for the past 5 minutes just processing. i swear u drugged ur words or something because i was so hooked on every syllable. when reading the angsty parts, my heart was genuinely clenching and i was so immersed in the story.
i am just in complete awe and i have so much admiration for you and your work. the dialogue felt so full of substance if that makes sense. the banter was simply chefs kiss and your characterisation of nanami was so beautiful (idk if u can tell that im speechless and running out of synonyms to compliment your work)
anyways i just wanted to thank you for your work and sharing it with people because that is very very very much appreciated 🫶🫶🩷🩷
hiiiiii omg this ask was so nice to read 🥺 omg thank you thank you thank you!!! you're so sweet!
being able to immerse you in the story is all I want! I'm so happy 😣 i wanted to keep Nanami's sweet self but also make sure he's sassy and youthful and imperfect because this is him in his early 20s. so I wanted it to be a refreshing portrayal of him whilst also maintaining all the best qualities we love about the character!
you're sososososososo kind, you made my day!! thank you for keeping up and for reading Read Between My Thighs 💗
