Hi! I’m kinda new to the fandom and was wondering if you (and anyone else!) had any bonrin fic recommendations? I’ve loved everything of yours and would love your opinion <3
Yep! Contrary to half the stuff I write, I mostly read fluffy shorter things, lol.
Absolutely *anything* by ShannyBanany is fantastic and has my stamp of approval on it. Seriously, I adore the hell out of all her stuff. Check her out here.
Absent Minds by Trashratsaws is a fantastic post Kyoto get together.
The talented Marble wolf (my co creator on a lot of fics) also has a bunch of fantastic Bon/Rin stuff, including a Tokyo Ghoul crossover, but mind the ratings and tags! Check her out here.
Loving what I feel but it gets to Me by the ghostielord is a fun get together covering from the end of the Kyoto arc to the start of school.
Rynoa29 and Jeiidaan are also great Bon/Rin writers (though they mostly write Yukio/Shima right now, they're probably best known for Letterverse.)
Stability by ForgottenChesire is a established relationship aged up slice of life fic (a small bit of Yukio bashing, which is sadly hard not to find on older Bon/Rin fics.)
chase the moon like fire by halfpace is literally just Ryuuji gushing and it's adorable.
let there be light by fleuerdemort is both of them gushing and also adorable
Write it how you see it by bideroo is hilarious and fun get together, and my only complaint is that Bon comes off a bit Christian -- another thing that's kind of common in a lot of fics. (He's Buddhist, y'all. Rin's the one that was raised Catholic.)
Domesticia the series by KorrinBelle has some fantastic moments in it. Aged up, post canon, and covers the two of them as they go from engaged to parents.
It's the little things that make a home by little_spider00 has a lot of that same vibe.
These are all I've got off the top of my head, and I tried to include only T and under (except on the entire author links, lol) but if anyone else has suggestions, feel free to reblog and add them!
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OC Questionnaire! (Warden Edition as well)
Thanks to @dungeons-and-dragon-age for tagging me! I'm gonna do my Wardens as well since... like her, I don't wanna go on too long and... I really would go on too long if I did anything besides my wardens...
Even with just my wardens it's going to go for a while... so I apologize
This is my second time typing this all out-- so bear with me...
NAME: Rosal Surana
NICKNAME: Rose/Rosie? Not a lot of people actually use nicknames for her but those are an option.
GENDER: Female (she/they)
STAR SIGN: ((I don't know enough about Star Signs or Tarot cards so-- I'm just not going to answer these ones)
HEIGHT: Average for an elf
ORIENTATION: Biromantic Asexual
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Ferelden! Born in Denerim to be specific but her mother was a Dalish elf.
FAVORITE FRUIT: Peaches
FAVORITE SEASON: Fall! When the air becomes crisp.
FAVORITE FLOWER: Lilies and Lilacs
FAVORITE SCENT: Floral scents remind her of her mother, Firewood, Old parchment, new books, charcoal
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate or Chai with honey
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Depends on if she has a new book she's trying to read... But usually like... 5? 5 hours sounds right...
DOGS OR CATS: Both!
DREAM TRIP: A historical trip around different places she's read about!
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: One really thick and fuzzy one.
RANDOM FACT: She can not do healing magic to save her life and yet that won't stop her from trying. That's how she got those scars, trying to heal herself in the fight going up the Tower of Ishal but just making it scar over really badly. But hey, at least it stopped bleeding.
NAME: Lannaris Mahariel
NICKNAME: Lan or Lanna
GENDER: Female (she/her)
HEIGHT: On the shorter side for an elf which makes her pretty short compared to humans.
ORIENTATION: Gay. Lesbian. Women.
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Dalish!
FAVORITE FRUIT: Plums or Blackberries
FAVORITE SEASON: Spring or Summer (before it gets to hot)
FAVORITE FLOWER: Geranium
FAVORITE SCENT: Woodsy, right after rain,
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Herbal tea
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6. Schedules are important to her.
DOGS OR CATS: Cats, she's actually scared of dogs (which is why she never went to the kennel in Ostagar's camp)
DREAM TRIP: The Arbor Wilds, just to see the trees...
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1-2
RANDOM FACT: Her dream house would be a really cool treehouse. She'd love to live there with Leliana 3 cats and 6 nugs far away from other people... Just them and the forest.
NAME: Fen'nas Mahariel
NICKNAME: Fen!
GENDER: Male (he/they)
HEIGHT: Tall for an elf, around Morrigan's height
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Dalish! Was born in the Hinterlands
FAVORITE FRUIT: Berries! Favorite is probably blueberries or raspberries.
FAVORITE SEASON: Spring! He loves the flowers
FAVORITE FLOWER: He loves them all! Though loves Honeysuckle.
FAVORITE SCENT: Floral, Cedar and stronger scented herbs like rosemary and basil.
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Chai for sure.
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: You guys count? (probably like... 8-9, honestly he probably sleeps in a lot later than he should and stays up later than he should too)
DOGS OR CATS: Either! Doesn't have too much of opinion.
DREAM TRIP: Anywhere with Morrigan <3
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1
RANDOM FACT: He loves halla. He was really hoping that he'd one day get to be a caretaker for them. He loved to feed them and brush them whenever he wasn't off hunting or patrolling for the clan.
NAME: Alana Cousland
NICKNAME: Pup (her father is the only one allowed to call her that though) Rose (Alistair only)
GENDER: Female (she/her)
HEIGHT: Average?
ORIENTATION: Demi
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Ferelden!
FAVORITE FRUIT: Oranges and Pears (not together... just... depending on her mood??? or what's in season?)
FAVORITE SEASON: Summer
FAVORITE FLOWER: Doesn't think much of flowers, honestly.
FAVORITE SCENT: Stables and gardens. Which I guess is to say manure but that doesn't sound like a good scent even though that's what it is... Earthy smells like that.
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee... with a lot of sugar and cream.
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 6
DOGS OR CATS: Dogs. 100% Man's best friend.
DREAM TRIP: Adventure off somewhere, anywhere. It doesn't matter... just away from Ferelden.
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 3-4
RANDOM FACT: She would actively scare away suitors, much to her Mother's chagrin... She would be purposefully blunt and rude in social situations and tease people relentlessly until they left her alone. She used to see being married off as the most torturous future possible. She also dislikes dresses. And probably wears pants around the castle to everyone's horror.
NAME: Solan Aeducan
NICKNAME: Sol, Nug
GENDER: Female (they/she)
HEIGHT: Short? Considering she's a dwarf? But probably a normal height for them.
ORIENTATION: LESBIAN.
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Orzammarian
FAVORITE FRUIT: Strawberries
FAVORITE SEASON: Any of them but Winter. She HATES the cold.
FAVORITE FLOWER: Orchid, though she's come to love most flowers, she didn't know there was quite so many of them just growing everywhere you looked.
FAVORITE SCENT: Steel, Fire, the smell of home, but also the smell of a clear night, and the expensive perfumes Leliana wears
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Coffee. Black.
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5 but she doesn't need that much.
DOGS OR CATS: Dogs
DREAM TRIP: The Deep Roads, she always dreamed of going deep and finding a new Thaig, finding long forgotten treasures and gold and being an adventurer finding lost places down in the deep.
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: All of them. Why is it so sodding cold on the surface??
RANDOM FACT: She loves the stars. It took a little bit to adjust but the stars were likely the first things she found truly beautiful about the surface after being cast out of her home. She loves finding constellations and learning the stories of them. She feels more connected to them than she ever did the Stone, though she would never admit it... except to Leli
NAME: Iris Tabris
NICKNAME: Petal, Little Flower
GENDER: Female (she/her) ((look at all this variety I have right?))
HEIGHT: Tall for an elf, average for a human
ORIENTATION: Asexual
NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Ferelden Alienage elf!
FAVORITE FRUIT: Grapes, sweet ones
FAVORITE SEASON: Spring
FAVORITE FLOWER: Iris, it was her mother's favorite, which is why she was named after it.
FAVORITE SCENT: Floral scents, smell of fresh baked bread, cinnamon
COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: Hot Chocolate with lots of whipped cream
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 7-8. Sleep is important.
DOGS OR CATS: Cats, generally dislikes dogs though her mabari hound is a very strong exception.
DREAM TRIP: To big cities in other countries, like in Orlais or Antiva... She would love to see what their architecture looks like.
NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1, but only if it's very soft.
RANDOM FACT: Iris is really sensitive to textures and physical touch. It makes finding outfits a little difficult for her, considering Ferelden (probably) doesn't have a lot of great options in the way of textures, but because of that she got pretty good at making alterations to outfits. She is generally touch averse, though with permission, which Alistair is sure to always ask for, she's usually fine.
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cc x·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ thinking about...reader trying to break up with yandere gojo
minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: yandere; dub con; lovesick gojo & he’s obsessive/toxic about it; he’s mean but yummy, okay?; size kink (ish?); gojo showing off his strength; sex without protection
notes: I had this written as an idea right after I wrote my hc’s for the jjk men in their yandere version. twylm readers, please forgive me for not posting the next chapter. I am working on it but I am really struggling - I had the worst burn out after the last chapter, and have been having a hard time trying to get back into the story >.<
wc: 1,228
gojo plays with the hem of your skirt - the flat expression on his face telling you that he’s listening but appears unbothered by your statement. you can see the annoyance in his eyes, the irritation that you would say something so ridiculous in the middle of a make out session.
his hands find the back of your thighs and with one swift motion he pulls you over his long legs so you’re hovering above his lap. the imbalance forces you to clutch onto his shirt with frustration, and he mindlessly reaches to undo his belt before tugging your underwear aside with his long, slender digits.
“toru, are you listening to me?” you whisper in a small voice.
“you want to take a break?” he repeats calmly, but those last two words are laced with disgust, barely slipping through his clenched teeth, and he lowers you down just enough for him to press the tip of his swollen cock against your slit.
“I need to slow things down...” you breathe, lashes fluttering at the sensation from the contact.
your thighs naturally start to tense up when he holds you there, and the pads of his fingers dig roughly into your hip to keep you in place. you hiss against the harsh touch, gazing down to find your lover pouting at you like a disappointed child.
any stranger would consider this an adorable expression with the way his big eyes widen while his brows upturn sorrowfully.
to you, however, it was an entirely different message.
“are you unhappy?” he asks, his words weighed down by hurt.
a warm sensation travels up your calves as you try to maintain the pose and you shake your head no while squeezing him gently with reassurance. satoru flickers his attention back to the point of contact. your pelvis feels tight from holding this awkward position, and the ache to have him inside you naturally makes the space between your legs pulse with need.
satoru gojo has given you everything and more. there is no reason for you to be unhappy.
he made sure of that.
“okay,” he confirms with a sigh, one palm moving to grope the curve of your ass while the other stabilizes your leg as he draws you down his length. “do you not love me?”
a hard lump forms in your throat.
you’re careful never to actually say those words to him.
satoru’s devotion consumes your entire your soul - you can’t help but feel like you would be making a deal with a devil if you decided to admit your true feelings.
you managed to keep his peace of mind this far by reassuring him with deep, promising kisses and strong acknowledgements of his feelings.
technically you aren’t lying, but the reality is that you’re afraid to love him...and of what your love does to him.
giving him another silent reply, you nod your head as your fear creeps up the back of your spine. the only relief you find is the stretch between your legs, and your lips part into a circle as satoru gives himself to you inch by glorious inch.
your skirt flaps over you both, concealing him buried inside you. he arches forward to kiss your jaw, his large hands finding your breasts and he massages them over your fitted tank.
he delicately trails his fingers down your waist to latch onto your hips once more. “then why...” he murmurs into your neck, “do you want to take a break?”
your hand finds the back of his head, a moan leaving your parted lips when you feel him lick a stripe up the column before lightly nipping at your earlobe.
“it’s just...” you gasp, feeling flowers of heat bloom in all the places he’s touching you, “I just feel like we are getting ahead of o-ourselves..ah...”
he rocks your hips back and forth, moving at such a languid pace that you can’t help but clench your thighs around his own. your fingers curl around the snowy threads of his white hair, tugging at it gently before pulling his face away so you can meet his eyes.
he looks smug - but he always does because he knows that you’re just addicted to him as he is to you.
“isn’t that what we want?” he questions, the corner of his mouth twitching into a lazy smile as he takes off your top and unfastens your bra, “we’re already so perfect...”
“satoru,” you whine, “that’s not the point-”
this time he ruts his pelvis upward, interrupting your thoughts as he hits you at the right spot that makes your eyes disappear into the back of your head. he leans against the chair, maintaining full eye contact with you as he casually lifts you up before dropping you back down on his cock. “just want to make you m’pretty wife, is all...fuck you like this every single night...”
you bite your bottom lip, frustrated with how wet he’s making you with his words. your body subconsciously succumbs to his demands and you slowly start bouncing up and down over his length.
“that’s right, angel,” satoru grunts with approval, his hungry hands grab your ass roughly, and you squeak when you feel a slight sting from behind as the sound of his palm slapping against your skin echoes around the room. “see? I’m making you feel s’fucking good, your pussy’s so wet f’me...just for me...”
when his mouth finds yours, you know you’ve lost the battle. his scalding kisses leave your lips swollen but you still search for him out of desperation to feel the fire. he’s reminding you how hard it would be to let go of him, reiterating that there is no man in this world who could ever love you as much he does. you feel silly for bringing this up, questioning your own trepidations about him and wondering if this is simply you sabotaging what you already have.
you are in a daze from the way he fucks you but he isn’t slowing down his movements and you feel like he might actually split you in two. he would never speak to you with angry words, but you can feel it in his movements.
“gonna c-cum, gonna cum, gonna cum...”
it comes out of you like a warning, but it only makes satoru go deeper and before you know it your vision is white. your body feels everything all at once, and the coil that’s been tightening around your lower belly loosens from the intense orgasm. the pleasure is euphoric, sinfully so, and it drains you of all the energy you’ve preserved. your body goes limp in satoru’s arms, and he keeps them wrapped securely around your waist as he pumps his cum inside you.
he holds you in this embrace, allowing the seconds to pass. his breath fans your collar bone while he tries to catch himself. your eyes feel heavy when you blink them open, and you cup his face in your hands as you seek to cool yourself down with his azure eyes.
“I’m never going to let you go,” he confesses with a sweet kiss to the inside of your palm, before placing another on your cheek while he tightens his grip, “so stop trying to push me away.”
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