working on a fic and i need help! ^_^ does anyone have any firsthand experience with kissing someone who youve been longing for for what feels like lifetimes (your blood and bones long for them) and the desperation in your heart that pounds in your throat hoping they finally feel the same way when you break the kiss? (tags: angst, friends to matesprits, unreciprocated love) please describe in detail will credit you gomen!
READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ Eh... uh, hrm. It honestly seems like you've got a decent hold on the concept already, Missus... Ra.. Rankmaid? ]
fans of my work call me rankmaid-sensei (tags: honorifics, power imbalance,) and i personally like to pull from reality the best i can to make sure my art is as true to form as possible. you seem the type that could understand that! ^_^ ive never personally had my slowburn (tags: slowburn, mild spice, #nsfw ,) lover take me by the hand and push their body close and whisper "how... how will i know? unless we try it once..." as they come to realize that it may have been the person right in front of them all this time. thats what im trying to work out currently so i need someone who has gone through this personally to tell me about it in detail. do you have anything to report reporter-san? ^o^
READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ Rankmaid-sensei.. 💧 ... Um, okay. Sure, I'll 'report' it 't you. When I was younger, there was this devotchka I really liked. She was a ceruleanblood, rebel archetype. You know the usual. And we became droogies. For a while, whenever I looked at her... I knew that whatever I felt about her, just wasn't what .. one *should*, feel. It was like that for a while. I couldn't tell if it was her glazzes, the way she spoke, or the way she acted. But every other perigee I'd look over at her hive on the walk back to mine, and I'd wonder what she was up to. Flashforward to this ... party, sweeps later. She had just gotten out of matespritship with a veck who I always hated. Purpleblood. Doesn't matter to the story. And she was leaning on me, I was her support 'spose you could say. It was... difficult. To be there for her and drown out my feelings. But when we were both tipsy, she asked me if... she could just kiss me. I didn't know how to feel. My thinkpan was dizzy, and I could feel sweeps of unreciprocated feelings cascading down on my guts. So, I did as anyone would do.. and in a drunken stupor I said we could try it. For all of the sweeps I spent imagining what it would feel like, her lips were rougher, sharper. They caught on mine and she stole more than she was supposed to, and yet when we finished kissing... she pulled away, disappointed. Wiped her mouth like I was poison and got up, said she wanted to go home. Somebody took her back to her hive. I ran out for fresh air, my bloodpusher was racing, and I woke up the next cycle in the ablution-trap, exhausted. I tried to talk to her again. But she didn't really want to ever speak to me again. I regret it. But for those few moments where we were that close, her lips flush with mine... Felt like life was a little bit easier. ]
wow… thats… incredible… its like im at the party, feeling the slurry of emotions fogging my pan up until i dont know which way is up! you have real talent! 👍 KUDOS! have you ever thought about writing fiction? id bookmark just about anything that was romantic and angsty from you! (tags: power imbalance is balanced, power balance, teacher/student no longer, #nsfw,)
READ ALL ABOUT IT — [ Ah-- I'm best writing for gazettas, already a columnist, 'sides I know a few devotchkas who do what I would be doing but better. But thank you for the compliment.. Rankmaid-sensei . Helps the thinkpan. ]