#be my muse

[reputationolivia]

By My Muse.

WARNINGS: 18+ | Age Gap | Kinks: Daddy kink | Teacher Harry | unprotected sex | Minors DNI |

thought i’d bring this one back… a short one: 2.4k words | originally written: july 2023

Summary: Y/n is taking some extra lessons with one of the music instructors after school in preparation for her music & instrumental arts final exam.

“Everyone please remember to practice and look over your notes! We only have three classes before your final exam for the semester!” Said Harry - he insisted the class address him as Harry as he felt Mr. Styles was far too professional and said it made him sound like a “stuffy middle aged professor.” The class began to clear out of the tiered style classroom, almost everyone was gone all bidding their goodbye to our teacher on their way out as I began gathering my things. I picked up by bag and slung it over my shoulder as I heard someone clear their throat from the front of the room. “Where do you think you’re going y/n?” He said with a tone in his voice.

“Oh uh I was just gonna-” you start but he cuts you off. “Just gonna what? Did you really think you could just leave with out me noticing y/n?” he walks over to me and puts his hand on your shoulder. “Were you really just gonna leave me here love?” He asks. “No.”

“No who, y/n?” He stands there looking straight into your eyes - not sure if you should address him as Harry, sir. or…

You stand there dumbfounded not sure how to respond - ultimately deciding to swallow your nerves and be a bit bold. “No Daddy.” His hand moves from your shoulder and towards your face, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Good girl.” He takes your hand, leading you further into into the row of seats. He places his hands on your hips and lifts you onto one of the desks, you don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the way he’s looking at you, or the adrenaline that comes from the fact that there’s a chance you may get caught - whatever it is you don’t have it in you to hold back anymore. Your hands wrap around his neck as you pull his lips towards your own and kiss him. Harry is caught a bit off guard but kisses you with no hesitation none the less.

Before you know it your hot make out session, with one of your professors might you add, causes you both to want more after Harry pushed your legs apart in a desperate attempt to get closer to you. You can feel yourself grinding against his now hard cock as the both of you continue to make-out as if your lives depended on it. As you continue to kiss Harry you can feel his hands moving from steady on your hips to the hem of your shirt, and in a quick movement he forces himself to part from you, then pulls your shirt over your head in another. As soon as your shirt is off the both of you find yourselves kissing again except this time it’s you desperate to remove something of Harry’s. As the two of you kiss you find yourself fiddling with the zipper of Harry’s dress pants. “Darlingg…” He begins as soon as you manage to unbutton and unzip his pants. “Yes Daddy?” you ask him innocently. “What do you think you’re doing…?” He asks, his lips plump from the make out session. “Wanna touch you.” you say. “Oh yeah?” He asks, “You wanna be a good girl for daddy?” He asks. You nod your head. “Use your words darling.” - “Yes, daddy.”

You watch as he smirks, and takes a step back, sitting down on one of the desk chairs behind him. “Come be a good girl for daddy then.” he says. Knowing what to do you hop off the desk and step towards him, getting down on your knees and reaching for his cock. You slip your hand into his briefs and finally feel just how hard his cock is. Harry feels shivers and pure relief at the feeling of you’re soft hands finally touching him. After running your hand up and down his shaft a couple of times you take your other hand and grab the band of his underwear and use the hand already on his cock to finally pull him out of his briefs. Harry let’s out a sigh at the relief of his cock finally being out and free from the constraint of his briefs. You begin to slowly run your hands up and down his cock watching him in front of you, you bring your hands down toward the base of his cock and bring your mouth towards his tip. You stop as your mouth hits the tip of his cock and you swirl your tongue around it before sucking it only slightly and coming back off. “ Come on y/n please, be a good girl…” With this you go back down on his cock, you go down as far as you can, using your hands to compensate for the rest of him that doesn’t fit.

You hear Harry trying to muffle his moans at the feel of your mouth around him. You suddenly feel his hands come down and grab your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. You continue bobbing your head up and down when you feel his grip on your hair tighten only making you more wet then you already were. You feel Harry’s hips buck up into your mouth, shoving his cock just further into your mouth than it already was. You moan at the feeling and this causes harry to grunt from the feeling. “Are you gonna be a good girl for daddy, y/n?” He asks, You nod - or we’ll try to given the position you’re in. “always such a good little slut for daddy.” Harry says as his head falls back.

He grips your hair the slightest bit tighter and begins pushing your head down onto his cock causing you to gag, in a sudden movement he pushes you off him and stands up, cock still out and now pressing against his stomach. “Are you gonna be a good girl and take my load in your mouth baby girl?” he says, pulling at his cock twice for good measure - all you can do is nod as you look up at him. Putting a hand at the back of your head he takes the other and guides his cock back into your mouth - now rocking into it slowly.

His hips begin bucking a little rougher now at the new angle and the head of his cock hits the back of your throat at each thrust making you gag. “You’re daddy’s little slut, gagging on my cock like that.” he says as he pushes a stand of hair away from your face so he can look at directly at you as his hard cock fucks in and out of your mouth. With another gag from you and three final thrusts you can hear a series of curses slipping from Harry’s mouth as he comes into your mouth - you swallowing his load in hopes he’ll fuck you on the desk now.

Feeling desperate for something, anything- you begin to stand up from your previous position on your knees. Harry looks up to you as you begin to speak “Daddy please” you begin, your words coming out more like a whine. “Please what y/n?” he asks you as he stands up from the chair. “I need your cock.” you say desperately. “You want me to fuck you know y/n?” he asks but all you can do now is nod in response - normally Harry would command you to use your words but after the way you took his dick in your mouth like such a good girl he figured he’d let it slide this once.

“Yes, please daddy. I need your cock in my pussy now.” you finally manage to say. He puts his hands back on your hips lifting you onto one of the desks, kissing you roughly - tasting a bit of his load you’d previously swallowed. “You want your professor to fuck you in the classroom y/n?” he asks and you manage a “mhm yes daddy please, i’ve been a good girl.” you say. “You have been a good girl for daddy, haven’t you y/n?” you nod - “you’re such a dirty whore, fucking your college profesor in the same room where i teach all of your fellow classmates aren’t you?” he says but you can only gasp as plunges two fingers into you without warning.

He begins pumping his fingers in and out of you roughly, curling them once they’re deep inside you. You can help but let out a moan at the feeling of finally being touched. You’re not exactly sure how this whole thing started but you don’t regret it. He continued pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy, then pulling them out and you can see how your arousal has spread all over his fingers. You were so wet. “So wet for me aren’t you y/n?” he says as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them clean right in front of you.

You can’t help but whine at the scene, just wanting his cock to be buried deep inside of your wet pussy. “Getting impatient aren’t we?” He says. “I’m sorry daddy- please i really need you.” Harry didn’t know if it was the way you were practically whining for his cock or how wet you were just for him but he decided to finally give you what you’ve been asking for. He ran his hand up and down his cock, jerking himself a bit before asking “Do you have a condom on you baby girl?” You nod a no “If you don’t have a condom then i don’t think I can fuck you right now baby.” - “no- no, please fuck me daddy, i need it. I’m on birth control.” you say with a desperate tone. You were hungry for him.

“Oh fuck baby girl.” he speaks out, practically moaning. He brings his hand to the hand of your underwear as you lift your hips helping him pull it off easily, as soon as it’s off it’s thrown on the floor beneath the both of you. He pushes your legs apart, finally bringing his hard cock near you, he takes his tip and drags it up and down your slit. teasing you. “please daddy.” you beg. “Alright, just because you’ve been such a good girl for daddy.” he lines himself up at your entrance, pushing himself into you slowly.

You moan at the feeling of his long, thick cock stretching you out, and finally entering your pussy. “fuck, baby girl.” he says as he finally finishes pushing himself inside of your cunt, feeling himself stretch your tight pussy with his cock. He only gives you a few seconds to adjust to his size again, and he pulls out slowly. Without warning he plunges his hard cock into your cunt making you gasp out, not expecting his massive cock to be shoved inside your tight pussy without warning. He begins thrusting into you roughly, both hands on your hips to keep you from moving or falling from the somewhat unsteady desk.

He’s thrusting into your wet cunt like no tomorrow, the sound of skin slapping fills the room.

“fuck daddy.” you moan, putting your hands on his shoulders as your head begins to lean on his neck. “You’re so tight for me baby girl.” he says as he continues fucking you right on the desk. He moves his hands from your hips and toward your back as he unclasps your bra letting your tits out of their constraints. You feel a rush as you’re here being fucked by one of your professors on a desk, with your tits out knowing there’s a chance someone could walk into the room at any moment and catch you two in the act.

Harry moves his hand onto one of your tits, massaging them as you moan out his name at the feeling of him with his hand on your breast while fucking into you raw. You can feel your orgasm approaching as you hold onto harry’s shoulders for support, Harry notices what’s going on when he hears your shaky breaths and the way your cunt was squeezing his cock “oh fuck y/n” he practically groaned as he leaned over just slightly further to press is forehead against yours.

“im gonna cum.” you whine as you feel Harry’s thrusts becoming sloppy and his cock twitch inside you. “me too baby, come for me” he tells.

You can feel his hot breath as he thrusts into you messily and watches you come undone beneath him while he chases his own orgasm, hips stilling after 5 thrusts and he then pulls out as you wind at the loss of his cock in your pussy. Harry now places his hands on your shoulders as we guides you down onto your knees once again, you open your mouth for him, knowing what’s coming. You watch as Harry tugs twice at his cock before tapping the tip of it on your mouth and spilling his cum into your mouth. Holding back a whimper as he watches you swallow it like the good girl he knows you are.

“You’re so good for me y/n.” he says as he begins tucking himself back into his briefs and you begin standing up. You turn your back to him, hiding a blush and you feel two hands on your back, he clasps your bra back for you. “Thanks…” you mutter awkwardly and curse yourself for being such an awkward person. Harry let’s out a soft chuckle beside you as he kneels over, looking for your panties that were carelessly discarded moments ago. “Are you laughing at me?” you ask him, amused now. “Yes… you’re silly sometimes y/n…” he says as you finish getting dressed.

“Me, silly?” you look up at him, both of you now fully dressed again. “yes” he boops your nose with his finger “you, silly.” he smiles as you sling your bag over your shoulder. “I should get going…” you say as you look up at him. “okay- bye y/n” he says as you awkwardly stay standing there, he notices and realizes he’s in the way, stepping aside “oh s-sorry.” he scratches the back of his neck. “It’s alright Harry, i’ll see you yeah?” you say as you begin walking towards the door. “sure, see you y/n.” You walk out, waving behind you as you exit but wondering why Harry was acting kind of odd just then. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he was kind of nervous? Or maybe a little shy? This would be on your mind for the rest of the day as you made your way back to your dorm.

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a/n: hope you guys liked it, even though i wrote this six months ago i’ve been severely lacking motivation so this needs to be heavily edited but i wanted to put this out while i work on my other drafts, anyways i hope you guys like the trope & i really wanna continue writing abt these two and see where the plot takes them!!

atl, olivia ♡

[etherealmyuz]

Write me a Love letter so I know it’s real!

[eratosmusings]

Hey, i have this idea in my head where the reader is appointed as Feyd Rautha's right hand (wo)man/bodyguard/assistant? due to the fact that she is a skilled fighter and super smart. Maybe she was a hitman or a bountyhunter and the baron is obviously overprotective of his heir.

So if you're interested you could write about that

I see this has already been written by someone else! You can read the story here

[maleyanderecafe]

Be My Muse (Visual Novel)

Created by: Batter_Sempai

Genre: Horror/Romance

Be My Muse has a very nice musical theming to it- very curiously artistic, I guess would be the best way to say? I like the way the music is set and how the story starts out and I personally like the way the MC is characterized. It really sets the tone to make you wonder who exactly Zecharias is and what will happen as the story goes on. If you are interested in this vn, please check out @remindyouvn for more information.

The story starts out with Merry talking about their fear of crowded places, how they make them feel nervous. They really enjoyed art and ended up having their art in an art exhibit. Merry is nervous about the crowds of people judging their art and stands in the corner hoping no one will come talk to them. They look at their painting of a man standing in the ocean with a dark stormy sky and feels like it was uninspired. Not wanting to stay with all of these people, Merry slips out to the hallways where they're able to calm down. The lights go out suddenly and they hear a voice singing. They hear the voice getting closer as they're transfixed by the song and see them walk closer. Merry is interrupted by their best friend Estelle and Salvador who have come looking for them. Estelle seems worried when they were looking for Merry as two people seemed to disappear from the hall. Estelle brings Merry back to the artist hall to watch Estelle and Salvador's performances before again slipping back to the hall. There, they hear again the sound of singing and follow the sound, only to run into a tall individual. Merry helps to picks up some of the things that he drops and he tells Merry that he was hired at the last second to be a replacement singer. The two bond over their dislike of crowds and he mentions that he was looking for a muse to paint a portrait for. While Merry feels a bit unnerved by him, they agree to be his muse and he introduces himself as Zecharias. Merry notes that his last name is the same as the Greek Goddess of memory and Zecharias remembers that they had an interest in mythology before dragging them into an empty room. After making an easel and chair pop out of existence, and hazily, Merry starts to pose for him. Zecharias talks about the value of memories before painting. Merry sits there in a daze as Zecharias asks if they would continue being his muse before the two of them hear a shriek in the distance. Zecharias leaves under the excuse of dropping his water cup and commands Merry to stay there. Merry starts to question how they got there as their memory starts to become clearer before realizing that they have to meet Estelle after the recital. They get up and get curious about the painting, only to find a very lifelike portrait of Merry...and on the back multiple other sketches from Merry's personal life. Merry leaves to try to warn Salvador and Estelle about what happened.

One of the small things I like about the demo is how Merry is characterized. I personally like MCs that have a key issue that they struggle with, whether it be something like anxiety or even anger issues that help with characterizing them. Merry throughout the demo struggles with crowds and social anxiety, even down to the way they view their artwork, which they feel anxious about people viewing and judging them. This in turn allows them to connect with Zecharias more naturally and gives them reason to run into him when they do. Another thing that I like is the music chosen for each scene, generally revolving more around classical type music as they're in an art exhibit. From the piano that plays when first hearing Zecharias's voice to more gentle guitar when meeting Estelle and Salvador to the more tense music when meeting Zecharias again, it really does encapsulate more of the artsy theme that's going on.

The entire thing around Zecharias is pretty mysterious though it's likely safe to say that he's not human. I do like how memories and whatnot are tied into this game, with Zecharias being able to seemingly manipulate and keep memories. It's also interesting seeing that Merry is at least initially a bit skeptical of Zecharias, feeling that something is wrong, but still getting dragged along. Zecharias as a yandere seems to have the theme of memories, likely having stalking as one of his primary traits, though in a more...indirect inhuman way as it seems to again go through memories. It's also likely that he possibly would get rid of Salvador or Estelle in one way or another, either possibly wiping off the memory or actually getting rid of them- something that may happen especially since Estelle is one of Merry's best friends and Salvador (seemingly) seems to have some sort of crush on Merry despite his more abrasive personality. I am curious to see how or why Zecharias fell in love with Merry in the first place, whether it be their artwork or something special about their memory. Either way though, I am excited to see what will continue to happen in this game.

Overall, I am excited for the full game. Other than a couple of spelling errrors. I think the concept of the story is pretty well done for the demo and seeing who or what Zecharias actually is surely seem like a fun time.

[maddymoreau]

Game: https://batter-sempai.itch.io/be-my-muse

[ladymirdan]

If you could tell me to write something, what would that something be?

[heaven-ad0res-you]

09/02/23

3:37am

muses.

i’ve put a great deal of thought into the idea of having a muse.

the concept is essentially foolproof, but i would fear that i would bore easily of one person. perhaps, i’ll be proven wrong. the belief that one person could inspire so much creativity and incite so much thought and desire absolutely attracts me. i’m an obsessive person as is, but to have someone i am so enamoured with that it wills me to create? that is but a dream. i would love to have a muse. i would love a lustful, model-artist dynamic. but of course they would be much more than a model. they would be able to offer me much more than i could ask for from common folk. i would have to desire them to a certain degree. i do not believe that mutual admiration or romantic attraction is required for a muse-artist relationship to flourish. the idea that one has a distinct fondness, whilst the other is merely amicable- is enthralling. the power imbalance between an artist and a muse excites me. mixing creative mediums with infatuation and what i could only hope to be a messy sex life- simply put- sounds lovely. ideal even.

[ao3feed-larry]

Be my muse

by Anne_Lih

━ Despite what it may seem, I'm a guy... ━ No, you fool! I want you to pose for me, I want you to be my inspiration, my muse. ━ Oh! . .

Or the one where Louis trips over a freshman while running to his first class of the new semester and Harry has a boyfriend who doesn't like the idea of his lover posing as a model for another guy.

Words: 2237, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, Zayn Malik

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne

Additional Tags: Art, louis is an artist, harry has a boyfriend, but it's only for a while, Zayn is a quirky person, liam is liam, larry endgame

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/o5nNjTD

[lysjb03]

... just say it

—And the biggest thing I don’t want to feel— —Is what? Is what? What is it, Sue? Just say it! —Is that I��m in love with you. —I don’t believe you. —It’s true. —It’s not true. Nothing you say to me is true! You’re not even Sue anymore. You’re a new person, a fake person. I don’t even recognize you, and everything you say to me is a lie!

DICKINSON — 2x10: You cannot put a Fire out

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

I was inspired

[deadlypoetacademia]

[weewtomee]

Retrowave Rin and Len

[baeglbites]

My boys… 🥺😢

[nothatsmi]

The foxhole court, chapter five

First books monsters were something really.

On an aftg reread, which is very useful to survive school these days. Currently into the raven king, i'll make more fanart cause this brings me so much joy (which - idk what it tells about my mental state). If you have suggestions on what I should draw next I'm taking em.

[ladymirdan]

I've spent too much time watching true crime and getting depressed.

I need to break the pattern and be creative again.

I want to draw something. (or write, but drawing is less exhausting). Be creative in any way is like medicine for the soul.

What should I draw?

no promises for a finished piece but I will make an attempt at all suggestions (might take heavy creative liberties 😅)

[selenekallanwriter]

Person: What's your book about?

Writers:

I'm both somehow 🙃