#like i loveee the book so much

[volfoss]

i will give anne that she is GREAT at writing the most out of touch old as fuck vampires. like this is most clear in qotd, with armand being fascinated by blenders and garbage disposals and just being SO glad to be alive and fascinated by it all + khayman being so intrigued by construction equipment and many other modern things. hell, even lestat, waking up in the 1980s and being FASCINATED by clear computers and phones. however i think in blood and gold, it is REALLY funny. thorne is the only viking vampire and has been like... not in present society for a really long time. marius takes him hunting and thorne instantly gets overstimulated bc marius takes him to a FUCKING CASINO. hes miserable and he wants to leave and marius is like no it will be ok ^-^ go dance it will be fine. and every single chapter so far is thorne (actively a little miserable) experieincing a new modern thing. when marius told him that he ordered models for daniel (for daniels model train hobby table in the basement. this book is a LOT) off the internet, thorne was so confused and upset. its a really good bit that never fails to make me laugh

[pup-pee]

JUST READ THE NEW TMNT SERIS ISSUE WHATEVER

GIGGLIGNGG EVEN THOUGH ITS CRAZY

IM SO EXCITED 4 ISSUE 2 BC MIKEY MIKEY MIKEY MIKEY

BUT THIS ISSUE WAS RAPH ANTICS & HIM BING ANGSTY & A BADASS & JUST WEEEEEEEE FUCK

[erwinsvow]

I LOVEEE WIFEY READER i wanna be rafes perfect little housewifey..

girl me!!! me asf!!!!!!!!! this is the most shy reader concept i think she is very content to be a housewife and have lots of kids running around and she kind of drifts off and fantasizes about it a lot..

you often drift away into your own thoughts, something rafe has gotten used to by now. he doesn't need to snap you out of it—infact, he doesn't like to, since he thinks it's better to leave you in your thoughts than worrying about something once he brings you back to the real world.

so watching you now, perched on the chair by his window, your book abandoned on your lap and staring out the window, he doesn't know why he does it.

"kid. kid." you still don't hear him so he gets up, leaving his laptop and papers behind on the desk and getting closer to where you are. the sun coming in through the window feels warm, yet you look perfectly comfortable, perfectly content. rafe puts a hand on your knee and the other on the windowsill, boxing you in.

"what're you thinkin' about, huh?" rafe asks, and you look up at him right away. your breathing picks up when you see how close he is, feeling a little silly for not realizing this entire time.

you stay like that—staring up at him, the vision of the scene you were just daydreaming flooding back. your pretty boyfriend as your pretty husband, a house like tannyhill of your own, all the time with rafe that you could possibly imagine.

"n-nothing," you finally reply, remembering rafe had asked a question.

"nothin'? yeah?" you nod in agreement, not entirely sure what you're agreeing to. your head feels a little fuzzy still, but it doesn't take rafe long. he looks back out the window, in the direction you had been looking. there's a clear view of the neighbor's yard, little kids running around while mom and dad chase them.

rafe's not stupid, but when it comes to matters concerning you, he's something of a genius. two and two come together quickly, the flushed way you look up at him and whatever dream you were picturing coming into his own mind too.

"cute kids, huh?"

you nod again, heartbeat picking up though you're not sure why. yet. rafe leans in, his arms still surrounding you like a trap. everything feels more intense when he's like this.

"i bet ours would be cuter, right?" your lips part in surprise by themselves—staring back and blinking quickly. you nod. "like that, wouldn't you?"

rafe's hand finally leaves the window and joins his other one on your legs, stroking up and down. you turn to look down but can't help looking into his eyes again immediately after.

"i asked you a question."

"yes. yes, um, i-"

"knew you would. a whole bunch of kids and nothin' else to worry about, right?"

you look up, your own eyes melting while you stare at his, wondering when you had stopped telling rafe things, realizing he understood you even without words.

"except you. you and the kids." you don't even realize the words slipped out—still feeling like too much. your cheeks burn, thinking you just said something you shouldn't have.

"good girl. c'mon, on the bed. gotta start with one, right?"

[princesssmars]

winter wonders.

some abby anderson thoughts tied to holly jolly!

wc : 2.342

contains : fluff. wlw relationship. some nsfw i mean its me. oral sex r!receiving. mentions of past abby and owen. college hockey abby and skier reader again.

a/n : this scenario has infested my brain i wont move on! and its embarrassing how i started this in febuary but its december again soooo a+ procrastination?

palestine : tlou2 + palestine , how to help <3 enjoy!

abby is such a lover girl and she shows it constantly. i showed it in the full fic but one of the sweetest ways she shows affection is feeding people and taking care of their wellbeing.

text her that you're exhausted after class? she's making a quick meal and giving you cuddles on the couch. if anything is bothering you she is doing whatever she can to make it better.

and as much as abs loveees to take care of you, to the point where you think it's ingrained into her very being, she also loves to be babied and taken care of! the first time you sew her a stocking for christmas when you were snowed in at the dorms she cried for an hour.

i just know she loves it when you're physically affectionate as well. she finds it so charming and silly how when she tries to press a sloppy kiss to your cheek in a cafe you'll jerk back like you've been burned, not wanting to be seen as a sap, but behind closed doors you're alll over her.

pressing gentle kisses to her fingertips when you're both reading before bed. gently massaging her thighs after she went too hard at practice or in the rink. once you two had been invited to a movie night with the crew, and after she volunteered to make the popcorn she came into the living room to see no spots left. she was prepared to take her spot on the floor, but you had gotten one of the three couches to yourself because of your own leg injury on the slopes. before she could even crouch you tugged her over to you, her waist between your legs as you held her from behind. jordan was probably calling her whipped for how she melted into you, eyes fluttering as you brushed your fingers through her hair. she didn't really care. for now.

feel like she tries so hard to maintain good communication in all of her relationships. she's had friendships crack and break because of rumors and miscommunication and she wants to keep everyone she's close to around for a long time. she tells you once she learned it because of family therapy she did when her dad adopted her siblings yara and lev, who you sadly missed during your shared thanksgiving. you think it's adorable how she shows so much love for her family, constantly talking in her family group chat and sharing stories about her day with her little sister and brother.

didn't delve too much into it but being abby's new years eve kiss... she takes it very seriously. if you have to use the bathroom you better hold it because she is gonna bring in this new chapter of her life and she wants you to be there as long and as closely as you can be <3333

and you just know she is so so so good on valentines. yes she does get your flowers delivered while you're out and about during class or at your part-time. probably has a corny little card attached saying 'snow secret ice crazy about you'. almost so cute it makes you want to vomit. in a cute way!

if you want to go all out? say no more. she is booking you an entire day of romantic activities and spoiling you to your heart's content. but all i can imagine is having a nice and intimate dinner in a cozy little restaurant. cuddled up inside the booth as she admires you like you're an angel that's come into her life.

get her some chocolate-covered strawberries and she will swoon. but get both of you custom engraved bracelets with your initials? you aren't leaving the house for a week. have fun.

so not being original here but i def feel like abby is studying medicine. maybe not neuroscience like her dad, her hands aren't the best after so many hits and falls on the ice. but i love the headcanon of her going into the subfields of muscles or sports medicine. maybe even pediatrics because we all know she'd be the best with kids. she wants to pursue hockey full time, but she won't let it get in the way of her academics.

speaking of kids...

abby always says she's known since your first date she was gonna marry you. you would always roll your eyes and tell her to shush with a barely contained smile, but you both know a part of her isn't joking. there aren't words i can think of to say how in love she is with you, someone so similar but so different that she gets excited just at the thought of growing older together with.

she doesn't think there will ever be a dull day when she sees you. she'd take every mood swing, every petty fight, and every bit of insecurity if it meant she could just wake up and see you every morning. but she knows it's early, you're both still young and haven't ever started your careers yet. on your birthday, after taking you to a beautifully planned surprise party, she stands you in front of your mirror and presents you with your gift. its a necklace, simple yet intricate with two interloping hearts. you don't say anything, and she doesn't say anything, but your hearts swell and she hugs you tightly from behind.

once she makes sure you're okay with holiday activities trust she will keep the two of you busy all of december. she runs over her and mannys christmas decorations like a soldier, trust she will be up to date on any new trending decor items that pop up in the nearest hobby lobby or home goods store. she would absolutely love to go to a winter market and buy some gifts for her family and friends, picking up and admiring any little vintage trinket she can find.

and i just now she’s a christmas movie fanatic. dedicates a whole weekend in december for the two of you (or the whole group!) to get some hot chocolate, bundle up under the covers and watch holiday themed movies until you can’t take it anymore.

(feel like she’d be such a traditionalist about it though. it takes a heap of convincing from you and manny to let her put die hard in the movie rotation.)

but abby can be such a chill (haha) person. when you first met her you thought she was a cocky piece of shit, but over time she showed you how understanding and calm she could be. she doesn't like getting angry at people during the day, preferring to let out her anger during hockey games. but trust if someone is being a dick to one of her friends or you, she will put them in their place.

after

she is really good at ice skating. which sounds silly because duh, she plays hockey. but one day you watch a youtube video about figure skaters switching places with hockey players and you ask her to see if she could do some of the moves. she's a big girl but also insanely quick, and when she does a lutz on the first try you're more than shocked.

but also not! because abby is nothing but persistent. which is why when she asked you to teach her how to ski you thought any higher power up there was laughing at and testing you. at that point it had been months since you restarted your training with your father. it was hard, balancing your life with working out and spending hours every week practicing on the local fake slopes, but it was thrilling to be doing it because you wanted to do it. and thankfully your injury was basically gone.

(although sometimes you would fake like it was paining you so abby would set you on the bed and massage and take care of you. but who wouldn't do that?)

but when abby asked you to teach her you were nervous. not because you doubt your ability, hell no, just the opposite. nora had come along to one of your sessions, and when a young fan came up to you to ask for tips, all a tired and overworked you could say was "just be good at it." ever since she had teased you, throwing the worst joke you'd ever heard and saying you were going to turn into your dad. you didn’t talk to her for four days after that.

but you decide to give your girlfriend a chance. you warn her ahead of time that because of your dads teaching style growing up, you wouldn’t be too perceptive, and her size might make her momentum gain too quickly. but again, your girl was nothing if not persistent, listening to your words and placing a kiss on your cheek with an “i got this.”

she did not. she did at first, easing down the short slope with the caution of a giant baby deer, and doing a victory pump the first time she made it down the bunny slope while nearly tripping. things were good!

until jordan, sweet, stupid jordan made some bet that abby couldn’t ski down the intermediate slope for a video to send to her teammates. and like a moth to a flame, she got up the slope as fast as she could and tried her very best, before falling on her face halfway through. she wasn’t too badly hurt, laughing at the way you fussed over the small cut on her cheek.

this wasn’t the first time you witnessed some of abby's athletic determination. you wouldn't lie and say it hadn't afflicted you sometimes, able to recall the multiple times you and your girlfriend had made bets about who could do the most reps in the gym or run up the stairs quicker. it was all sunshine and rainbows until one misplaced pencil on some stairs led to you tripping into her and the both of you landing in a heap of limbs at the bottom of the stairs. you are more than glad that no one else was in the hall at that time.

not to say her over-achieving nature was all bad. there were definitely quite a few times that her aggressive behavior on the ice when her teammates showed premature defeat for an opposing team made you a little hot and bothered in your seat, eyes tracked on her body as she pushed past opponents like a bullet train.

and it is more than helpful in bed. one weekend you’d returned to your own apartment in a shitty mood from classes and skiing problems, ready to just eat some junk and rest in bed for two days straight. but of course, as soon as you texted your plans to your girlfriend she was over at your place in not even fifteen minutes. she had plenty of snacks and your favorite sweatshirt of hers to wear. but she could tell after a while into watching a movie you were still in a pissy mood, so she decided to help you relax in another way.

unfortunately, your sour mood was too strong as you’d yet to reach your peak after twenty minutes with abby in between your legs. it really was a shame, she looked so pretty when she was concentrated down there. you gently push at her forehead and lament that it’s no use, you're somehow too aggravated to have an orgasm.

your palm gently pushes at her forehead until she’s hovering over your cunt, a slight tingle running up your body when you see her blissed-out face and slick-covered mouth.

“abs, it’s just not gonna happen tonight. I'm way too stressed out.”

her eyes scan your face before her brows do that thing - the furrow she does when she gets an idea in her head that she just has to see through.

“just let me try for a little while longer, okay baby?”

and god, you couldn't say no to her when she looked like that and you were so pent up. you give her a small nod and watch as she rushes off the bed to the bottom of your bedstand to grab an old vibrator deep in one of the drawers.

“how’d you know where i hid that?” your voice is breathless as you watch her resettle back between your legs, turning on the vibe with a small smile on her face.

“because i know you. besides, need to know where to get things in case of emergency.”

you were going to laugh but then she’s immediately attaching the vibrator to your clit at the highest setting, a strong hand holding down your hips that buck up into the sensation and gripping your waist when you try to run from it.

let's just say when the night ends you are officially destressed.

uhhh back to. winter!

really think she’s in her element during this season. she’s in the huddle of her hockey season, gets to wear all of her favorite sweatshirts and hoodies and take long walks through the city as the snow ghosts over her face.

and just like i said earlier once she realizes you’re okay with the festive stuff? get ready for winter-themed dates.

one of your new favorite memories with her is definitely sitting on a plush blanket on the floor near her balcony door, the gentle downpour of snow a backdrop to your mini picnic date as you make s’mores and treats with an electric tabletop and share stories and kisses with wine-stained lips <3

abrupt ending but im trying to finish off things just lying in my drafts lolll uhh happy holidays yippee!

[cannedsandwichh]

Jayce headcanons

I need more Jayce headcanons to fuel me so here we are. some are x reader but they're all pretty random lmaooo

hear me out jayce is a really big reader- or at least he was back in his high school days. he loved to read, almost about anything. he enjoyed everything from fantasy to sci-fi, and of course about non fictional stuff too, like physics books to try to figure out more about hex tech.

i feel like he'd be the same way about movies too. like he'd looove sci-fi type movies and binge watch documentaries as well.

he'd HATE horror movies though. he'd like being jump scared, but not for two hours straight.

jayce would be a big music nerd. I will die on this hill. like, while he was working on hex tech before he met Viktor he'd always have music playing. he didn't like the silence, it messed up his thoughts.

going off that note though, he hates silence while he's working. he needs some noise, may it be you, viktor, or himself talking, he needs it to stay sane and make him feel less lonely.

I feel like the poor baby didn't have many friends going up. all the kids thought he was weird since he'd talk about magic so much. he'd always act like he didn't mind what the other kids thought but in reality it always bothered him.

btw he'd loveee thinking out loud to whomever. he wants to rant to someone about his thoughts and hex tech. he'd ramble on for hours and you can just listen to him get excited about hex tech or a new discovery he found.

that being said, if he had a romantic partner, jayce would never shut up about them. someone would bring you up in a conversation and he'd just start yapping non stop about you.

you being his partner would be a lot to him, so he'd just talk about you a lot in general.

he always will make sure his partner is safe as well. seeing his mom almost die in front of him gave him a huge fear of losing anyone close to him.

if you got hurt he'd make such a big deal about it. you could have the common cold and he'd bug you about taking you to the doctor the whole time. he'd baby you the entire time as well, nursing you back to your original health.

while we're on the topic of romantic partners I'd like to note he'd fall for just about anyone really fast. you could just look at him and the poor boy would start catching feelings. thinking 'oh, they're cute'

i know everyone says this but I'll say it again because its true, jayce is a portable heater.

he'd give the nicest, warmest cuddles. he'd definitely wanna be the little spoon though, he likes being held. but if you like being the little spoon as well, he'd be very open to take turns

[bonbonly]

loveee your college au thoughts! i was wondering if you can write one for max or carlos with a trainee physio? something similar to your carlos thought but instead of first aid, if you could do giving them a massage. Thank you

bon's thoughts (18+)

collegeau!max's dumbass is the only one i see having a trainee physio, but not necessarily wanting one in the first place. he's probably whining and moaning the whole time about how his arm will get better on its own. he might've pulled it after crashing his kart onto a barrier and trying to grab onto something in the process. his reasoning was that if he played it enough on the sim, surely he'd be better in person, no?

the university offers a bunch of health services, and max's friends force him to book an appointment with the physiotherapist on campus. unfortunately, he got a call back from the department telling him the therapist was out of town for the weekend, but his lovely trainee was there and was willing to help him. max took this as a sign to cancel altogether, but then he heard your name and he raised his eyebrows and goes "oh."

he's seen you around before in the health services building, clumsily bumping into the doctors as you passed through the hallways, dropping files of paper onto the ground. and his personal favorite, watching you walk into one hallway, and then circle around with a confused expression as you went into another, completely and utterly lost. he figured he could have some fun with you, so he says he'll see the trainee.

and when he meets you, you're ecstatic! someone is finally trusting themself with you! you're bouncing on your toes, arms behind your back as you greet him with the biggest smile ever. max thinks it's a bit too much so early on a saturday morning for this much energy, but he lets it slide when he sees the tight shirt you're wearing which pushes your tits just a little higher than normal. it looks so soft, he wants to grab at them, but unfortunately his right arm wouldn't let him.

he does a few of the simple exercises you instruct him to do, jotting down a bunch of notes and he stops when you clear your throat.

"what's that?" you point at his straining hard cock in his shorts, and he blushes a bit, trying to come up with an explanation that didn't make him seem like a creep, "are you bruised there? should I do some checks?"

and his jaw drops when he realizes how oblivious you really are. he's using his left hand to pinch his thigh, to make sure he doesn't laugh out loud but he shrugs, "well, it's been aching for the past 30 minutes, but I don't think you could do anything to help."

"what are you talking about? of course I can help!" you beam, and max shifts in his seat, gesturing for you to come undo his shorts and free his cock. his tip leaking in joy at the sight of you on your knees, setting your notes down to the side which gives him an ample view of your ass. oh he couldn't wait for his arm to get better, he'd love to toss you onto his lap and take you right here.

"so, how do i do this? dr. bentley never really taught me much, i only ever worked with females," you sweetly confessed, and max's cock swelled even more than before. he lets out a soft chuckle, assuring you that it's ok,

"um, i think..." he pauses, his dutch accent stronger now out of his desire, "i think you wrap your mouth around and slowly suck." and he notices your brows furrow, a bit confused because surely no one ever puts their mouth there right? "trust me, it's the only way to make the pain go away, i'll tell dr. bentley how great you were."

hearing that was enough, and you obediently wrap your mouth around his dick, gently sucking him off. he throws his head back and you pause, fearfully looking at him.

"no, no, schatje, you're doing great, keep going," he groans, using his left hand to pat your head, or was it to make you go deeper? you gag a couple times, tears streaming down your face because you really want to make him feel better but this was so hard! "it's ok, don't worry, maybe I can give you a couple lessons in our next session? but this is only for me, because it only works for me. don't try this on any other patient."

you nod your head, letting him guide you as you lick long stripes against his cock, watching him take your hand and have it wrapped around his shaft, pumping him as you continued to suck. what a wonderful patient, you thought to yourself, he was so kind and helpful!

collegeau!max verstappen is more than happy to visit you again in the health services department, it seemed like his cock just would never stop aching for you!

[angelicblondie]

this is a diff anon, but i would loveee a step-cest luke fic. luke spoiling his new pretty little step sister jus to watch her parade around her little pink outfits when they come back from the mall. starting off innocently w just buying her relatively modest clothing, books, or makeup/skincare until she uses him to buy other things like micro miniskirts n victoria’s secret panties n shit. and obvs luke needs a reward for buying all her shit n carrying her bags and half-sipped drink for five hours at the mall, and what better way than a little fashion show until luke gets handsy ? (love ur luke characterization girl, plus im so obsessed w ur tumblr theme oml)

aww tysm angel 🤍🥹 that means sooo much <333 i love this idea so so much oml.

warnings ~ stepcest, manhandling/groping (MDNI)

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luke liked to think of himself as a good guy. he helped his elder neighbors with their groceries, he helped his mom cook dinner all the time, he even volunteered at homeless shelters every now and then. he had constantly been praised for being a stand up man.

but there was nothing good about how he acted when it came to you.

initially he wasn't fond of the idea of his moms new boyfriend coming into their life, especially with his daughter who was a few years his junior - he quite like it just being his mom and him, he liked being the man of the house. so when you and your dad came in to the picture, it took a bit of warming up.

of course he was ever the gentleman, helping the two of you move in when things got serious between your folks, and conversing politely when your dad. luke admittedly wanted to stay away from you at first - he was worried your parents would want the two of you to act like siblings, and he wasn't looking for a little sister. luckily though, that problem was rectified the first night you moved into his and his mom house.

it was late at night, and luke had gotten up to go to the bathroom. he tugged on the door in the hallway and frowned when it wouldn't open. he huffed in annoyance. great. he couldn't even use the bathroom in his own house now. he heard the sound of running water before the door eventually opened, and he had to look down slightly to take in your appearance.

there was a slight blush on your cheeks, and you were wearing the tiniest pajamas luke had seen. "sorry," you rush out. "i just had to brush my teeth, its yours now." you felt quite flustered by lukes appearance, given he was only wearing basketball shorts and his torso was bare - you had never really been exposed to anyone like that.

luke remembered chuckling. "its fine, kid, g'night."

you mumbled back the words with a sweet smile, and turned around to go back to your room. luke eyes followed your retreating figure, his eyes dropping down to the fullness of your perky ass as you walked away. he swallowed, looking down at his pants. he had a boner - shocker.

from then on he had developed what could only be described as a crush - he was always watching you, always wanting to please and spoil you, always wanting to look good for you - he was obsessed. of course your parents were thrilled, simply writing it off as the two of you bonding and strengthening your new family. luke let them believe this, whilst in his heart, he knew the truth.

luke wanted to win you over, so he did the one thing he thought of - spoiling you rotten. it started off with him buying you a new book you had been blabbering about at dinner one night, and when you had asked the reason for the supposedly impromptu gift, he has causally resounded that he wanted you to feel welcome in his home. you had been beyond grateful, pushing up on your toes to wrap you arms around his neck, body flush against his. he winced, knowing his cock was hardening by the second.

god, he was pathetic.

he then began to give you just about anything she wanted - it was hard to say no to you, not when your eyes got all wide and excited, smile so hopeful - he would have to be a monster to reject that.

you had begged luke to take you to the mall all morning, and whilst luke led you to believe he didn't want to go, of course he did. he could never pass up on any extra time with you, especially alone. by the time you had explored the mall, luke had multiple of your shopping bags hanging off his arms and your cold wet iced coffee in his hand as you walked free of the burden. he didn't mind it though, enjoying the view of your prancing around giddily to buy more and more things.

you had acted bashful when you saw something you like, pretending like you didn't long for it out of fear of wasting lukes money. like when walked by the isabel marant, you had spotted a pair of boots in the window that were divine, your eyes widened in awe, but you looked away after a moment, knowing the shoes must've been very expensive.

luke had noticed your gaze and nudged you, slowing down. "wanna go in?" he asked.

you bite your lip in contemplation but shake your head. "no, no, its ok, i was just looking."

he scoffs a bit, amusment dancing in his eyes, coming to a full stop. "none of that, kid. if you want something from in there just tell me, y'know i'll get it."

you insisted that it was fine, but luke wasn't having it. he dragged you in the store, forcing you to show him what you were looking at. he didnt even look at the price tag, immediately grabbing them and bringing them to the register.

and it was worth every dime spent to see how excited you got, pracially jumping on him once you got out of the store. he himself felt like he got something each time he had the satisfaction of swiping his card.

he usually was so well behaved, really. he only really touched you when you touched him first, he had gone out of his way to not make any overtly sexual comments. but today, he couldn't hold back his flirty comments or his wandering hands, because he had you all to himself.

"your ass would look great in those jeans."

"shit, if i was at a party and saw you in that-"

"that skirts short, so maybe just for home, kid."

it felt natural, and it wasn't like you didn't like it - no, you love it! you blushed bashfully each time, either thanking him sweetly, or hitting his lightly, fauxly scolding him for his raunchiness.

he couldn't help himself, he was nearing his last straw by the time you were at your second to last store. he was in the waiting room, scrolling through his phone when you shoved your curtain to the side, walking past him to stand in front of the mirror. he looked up at you and blinked, taking in your appearance.

immediate boner. like, immediate.

you had on a micro mini skirt, seriously, he wasn't sure you could even consider it a skirt, thats how tiny it was. it just barely covered the fat of your ass, and he was sure if you bent over even slightly you would be completely revealed.

"shit, you sure that isnt a headband or something?" he chuckled, his wors coming out nonchalnt but trust me, he was very chalant.

you rolled your eyes turning around to face him. "isn't it cute?" you had asked, swaying your hips jokingly.

he laughed, and thanked god for the pillows on the couch he was sitting on that was currently placed on his lap. "its adorable, lemme see up close."

he beckconed you closer, pretending to ciritcally look at the fabric. he hands were placed on your love handles, taking advanted of the oppurtunity to touch you. "very cute, kid. you gonna let me buy this for you?"

of course you said yes, and you walked out of the store along with different variations of the skirt, and luke couldn't have been happier.

by the time the two of you got home, lukes excitement had gone through the roof. he knew you would propose to do what you always do after a day of shopping - a little fashion show. so the two of you went upstairs to your room, and you closed the door of the closet, bringing all your bags in with you.

luke waited patiently for you to dress each time, and it was worth it when you came out, a big smile on your lips as you show off each new article of clothing, coming over to press big kisses on his cheek. he would place his hands right under you ass as you gave him a hug, holding firmly on the skin. it was impossible not to touch you, not when you looked like that.

so for the sake of the fashion show, lukes hands roamed your body in the name of "feeling the fabric" and "making sure everything fit right", which was of course was perfect excuse to feel up the curves and contours of you body.

once it reached the end, you came out of the closset in what luke could only describe as something from his dreams, and what could only be from the victorias secret store.

he thought it was wrong that something as sweet and innocent as you was in something so sexy, but boy did it get him going. you were wearing a read lacy matching set, and it complemented your body perfectly. it pushed up your tits ever so slightly, causing them to jiggle anytime you moved. the thong of the panties showed off your plump ass, and you turned around in the mirror, keeping your eyes on your body as you decide.

"what do you think? it feels a bit much, no?"

luke breathes out a laugh. "wow, kid, y'look great." he compliments, and you blush. "really? i feel silly," you admit, looking at yourself again in the mirror.

luke shakes his head, standing up and slowly walking up behind you. "nuh-uh. y'look really hot. like, really hot."

you blush harder, hiding you face in your hands. "luuuke," you whine shyly, and he just chuckled, grabbing your wrists. "what, shy all the sudden? after dragging me around all day and makin me pay for your shit?"

you pout a bit. "but you insisted!"

"i know, but still, i think i deserve some compensation, no?" he taunts a bit, as his hands come up to your waist.

his hands on your body made you feel hot. "what kind of compensation?" you ask, your voice growing quiet.

he sighs. "y'see kid, you got me a little worked up," he says, montioning down to his hard-on. your eyes widen as you follow his movement, lips parting in shock. "and really, it isnt my fault - i cant control it. if anything, its you fault. you've been showing off all day and i cant help it. but, if you really want to make it up to me, you'll help me relieve some of the pressure. how does that sound?"

of course you agree, wanting to do anything to please luke, so not long after your bent over, yours hands on the bed as luke stands behind you, his palms engulfing the globes on your backside, squeezing delicately yet firmly. "shiiiiiit. no idea how long i've been thinkin' bout this," he whispers against your ear, hands sliding to your waist. your breaths are shaky, and you feel the wettness pull in your brand new panties. "luke..." you whisper, hands wrapping around his wrists. "isn't this bad?"

luke pauses, and formulates his answer. sure, it wasnt morally good, or ethical, but it wasnt that bad. "no, its not. m'not your actual brother, and we're both adults. promise your not being bad," he whispers his response, his hands sliding up to lewdly fondle your tits.

your back is now against his chest as he continues to feel you up, and your head is laid back on his shoulder. he places the most delicate kisses on your exposed neck, never sucking (though all he wanted to do was mark up and bruise your perfect skin). you let out the quietest of whimpers, but too bad for you that your lips were right up against lukes ear.

luke tilts his head, hands travelling down your torso as his lips meet your ear. "feels good?" he asks, voice quiet and teasing.

you nod, hiding your face in his neck, hands deathgripping his wrists wherever he went.

he knew you had never been touched like this, it was obvious the way you seemed aflame by his simple touches and gropes. he knew that he couldnt just stick his dick in you, oh no, he had to play the long game.

he had to warm you up to the idea. you still seemed hesitant, worried about doing the wrong thing, worried about your parents finding out - becasuse you were a good girl. he knew it would take more than a little groping session to make you his, so he slowly pulled away, leaving you wanting more.

luke was playing the long game, and it wouldn't take long before he had you right where he wanted you.

[inkdrinkerworld]

HI!!! I LOVEEE your work and how you write Remus! If ur still taking requests, I was wondering if you could write something like reader tell remus about her bad experience with her ex and that’s why she’s not very touchy and kinda freaks out when he kisses her?

allusion to a past relationship that was unkind and a partner who did not respect your boundaries, but no graphic mention of it

You love physical contact. You love the feeling of someone holding you, kissing you and just being next to you.

Or at least you used to love it. When it had still been gentle and full of affection.

Remus' touch reminds you of how much affection can be conveyed in just the simplest of touches. Still, no matter how gentle and how much warning Remus gives you, sometimes it's unstoppable the way you tense against his skin.

You don't know why today it seems harder than usual to accept the gentleness and the openness of his touch, but you can't seem to get it together.

Remus feels it finally when he presses a kiss to your thigh as he makes to lay between your legs and he pauses, suddenly insecure.

"Have I done something wrong dove?" you shake your head, nibbling on your lip as you try to figure out how to tell him.

"Not you, Rem."

He frowns. "But something is wrong?"

You sigh, not liking that you're making your boyfriend worried, but also worried how your admission will make him feel. It's not like it's Remus' fault some men are rough and like to take advantage of others.

"You know how sometimes you block things out and they don't bother you till they suddenly appear a few years later?" Remus nods, sitting near your legs but not touching you. His hands sit idly in his lap and you can tell they're itching to at least hold your ankle.

"Sometimes, you'll kiss me or be so gentle and touch me like I'm made of glass that I remember not everyone has touched me like that and I get sucked back to that time."

Remus coos, "I'm sorry people have treated you less than you deserve, dove." It bothers Remus immensely that anyone thought they'd had a right to you and made you feel like you'd not had the authority to tell them no.

You shrug, it doesn't bother you anymore. Like you said, you forget about those days most times.

"Should I ask before I touch you? Would that make it easier?" You shake your head, tentative as you climb into Remus' lap- like a fawn learning to walk for the first time.

Remus keeps his hands to himself till you're fully seated and even then he waits for you to rest them on the dip in your waist. "I like it when you touch me, Remus. You remind me that not everyone is rough and mean."

He presses his forehead into yours, hazel eyes shining with love and adoration as he looks at you. "I'll always touch you gently lovely girl, you're the most precious thing to me."

You smile, flustering even more when his hands sneak up the back of your shirt. "More precious than your chocolate and books?"

Remus kisses you for an answer, lips tasting a bit like his special dark chocolate and salted caramel bar. "More than anything this world has to offer."

[dizscreams]

ETHAN WALKING IN ON YOU CHANGING FIC !!!

LETS DO IT!!! I’m not sure if you wanted this suggestive or fluff so there’s bothhh!

Accident — Ethan Landry ★

PAIRING: Ethan x fem!reader

A/N: we loveee dizzy being in her active era!!

All Ethan was trying to do was give you back the notebook you left in his dorm when you had come over to study the other day. He didn’t know you’d be half naked when he walked in. And plus he knocked! Twice! He’s never been so embarrassed, well he has, but this felt so much worse for some reason. Maybe cause he’s liked you for so long now and he’s dreamed of seeing you like that, but on other circumstances. Circumstances where it was intentional.

“Chad, I can’t face her. This is so bad, oh my god,” Ethan’s worried voice was muffled by his hands covering his face. His roommate wasn’t doing anything to help him either, he was just laughing in his face. “Dude! It’ll be fine, don’t stress it,” Chad said while slapping Ethan’s back. Ethan shot him a glare and continued to pace the living room of the apartment you shared with Sam, Tara, and Quinn. Anika was actually trying to help him, Mindy was making fun of him just like her twin was, and Tara was trying her best to help and not laugh at the same time.

There was no way he’d be able to look you in the eyes again. What did you think of him now?? Did you think he was creepy?? A perv?? Would you yell at him when you walked back in?? Tara put a hand on Ethan’s shoulder trying to calm him down, “I’m sure it’s fine, Eth-” Ethan shook his head, “Its not! It’s so embarrassing you don’t understand- I like her a lot and I was planning to ask her out soon but there’s no chance she’d ever say yes now. Oh my god, I can’t imagine what she thinks of me right now,” he rambled while he flopped on the couch.

Ethan’s hands were on his face again and he noticed how everyone went silent. He slowly lowered his hands and looked at everyone, but they were focused on something else. He slowly followed their gazes to see you standing right there. Oh no. Did you hear that? How does everything keep getting worse?Ethan’s face turned bright red and he didn’t know what to do or what to say. After a moment of silence and way too much eye contact he spoke up, “Did you hear that?” He wanted to wince at how small and weak his voice sounded.

“Hear what?” You asked with an innocent tone and a head tilt. But you definitely knew and he knew you knew. I mean you had to. He could read you like a book. There was a mischievous glint in your eyes and a ghost of a smirk on your pretty lips, the lips he wanted to kiss so bad. After another pause of silence Chad decided to put on a movie so everyone could calm down and have a chill little movie night. Ethan was extremely thankful his roommate had a good idea for once, hoping this would take his mind off of everything that just happened.

He was talking with Anika and was starting to relax until you called for him, “Hey Eth, you wanna help me get the popcorn started?” He froze. Why? He wasn’t sure. This was normal and you didn’t seem to be upset at him or anything. This was fine, everything would be fine. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled as he stood up. He made his way over to you in the kitchen and you smiled at him. He did his best to smile back and watched you get the popcorn bag and put it in the microwave. He looked at what you were wearing, little pajama shorts and a T-Shirt. Then he remembered what you were wearing when he walked in on you, nothing but your underwear.

He’d be lying if he said thinking about you wasn’t making him flush pink and a little hard. “Ethan?” His head snapped to look at your eyes, not realizing he had been staring at your ass the whole time. “I asked if you would get two bowls out for me? Mindy and Anika want to share and Chad and Tara are sharing. I guess you could get three if you want to share with me.” He barely registered what you had said but got three bowls out quickly, wanting to drown out the dirty thoughts he had begun to think about.

It was then he realized he hadn’t apologized for barging in your room just under 10 minutes ago. He placed the bowls on the counter and glanced at you, but you were already looking at him. He cleared his throat, “Um I’m sorry- y’know about earlier. I didn’t mean to walk in on you, I mean obviously. It was an accident, I promise,” he said quickly. You giggled at the flustered boy and he tried his best to avoid your gaze, but he couldn’t. He looked at you and the look on your face and he smiled, the blush on his cheeks not leaving.

“It’s okay, Eth. I didn’t mind,” you told him with a slight smirk. His eyebrows raised slightly and you chuckled. You leaned in and his breath hitched, he didn’t know where this was going. Your hand snaked up his chest and all the way up to cup his face. You admired him for a second before you inched closer to him, making sure nobody else would hear you, “I was kind of sad you didn’t stay,” you said quietly. He didn’t understand. “What?” He asked matching your volume.

“Well all day I’ve been thinking about you.” Your hand was now touching his biceps. “I was hoping when you walked in you would’ve stayed and helped me out, been so needy for you all day,” you confessed while looking at him with big eyes. He thought he was gonna pass out. His cock was definitely hard now, now that he knew you thought of him like he thought of you. And you wanted him, you needed him, just like how he wanted and needed you. “Fuck,” he muttered. You were so close to him and all he wanted was to fuck you against the counter or kiss you, or touch you. Just something. But there were people around.

He couldn’t give a fuck less about a movie right now or that he heard Chad asking what the fuck was taking so long, all he cared about was you. You were intoxicating. “Can we go to my dorm?” He asked you suddenly, the tension getting too much for him. Ethan searched your eyes for any signs of disgust or discomfort, but he didn’t find anything like that. Your eyes were full of lust and want, and it was for him, all for him. “Yes please,” you grabbed his hand and left the kitchen. “We’re going, don’t wait up!” You rushed out the door with Ethan stumbling behind you, a dumb smile on his face.

LMAO it turned to me wanting it to be fluffy into smth suggestive im sorry 😔 fluffy fics comin soon I sweaaarrrr and I’m tired af so this is lazy I apologize but hope you enjoy regardless!

[ash-and-starlight]

BOOKS OF 2024

the list nobody asked for. again <3 i think this time around i read less books than the previous year?? but still 😤 we did it boys we read some fine books. reviews under the cut since i love yapping and i cant be fucked to make a goodreads account

Cromorama - Riccardo Falcinelli this book was sooo cool so engaging so interesting, its a look into the history and science of colors but its also so much more rlly one of my favorite nonfictions of all time

The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells disclaimer I only read this series up to Rogue Protocol, but I enjoyed it, I rlly liked the characters and the worldbuilding and the short novel format and most of all murderbooottt my best friend murderbot. when im in the mood for scifi again ill read the rest asw I prommyy

On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous - Ocean Vuong this is one of those books that as u read it you can already tell it will stay with you forever, dont be fooled by the shortness every single line will Kill You. it will kill you dead.

The Seven Moons of Maali Almeida - Shehan Karunatilaka probably my fav book of the year, it's beautiful it's gripping it's deep it's scathing it's irreverent it has a careful and deeply cultural magical surrealism it has sociopolitical satire it won the booker prize of 2022 and deserved it so much

Fuori le Palle! Privilegi e Trappole della Mascolinità - Victoire Tuaillon ill be hoooneestt I didn't find this uhh as groundbreaking as I was kinda expecting it to be?? but still it was a nice read and the "flipped" perspective to center the myth of """masculinity""" in a feminist text was interesting. also rlly pretty cover

Lavinia - Ursula K. Le Guin Ursula girl u did it again! constantly rising the bar for all of us!! another stunning book that sadly fell victim to the #girlboss tiktokification but DONT LET THAT STOP YOUUU its sooo good. bitches Love pre-hellenistic latin society <333 bitches love even more when the boundaries between story and characters and reality and fiction blur in such a masterful way that Lavinia can have a conversation with Vergil and it doesn't feel not even the littlest bit forced or out of place <333

Exordia - Seth Dickinson Went in for the giant snake alien/human toxic yuri stayed for the weird mystery body horror stuff almost left for the overabundance of USA military stuff that I just can't be bothered to care about. I liked it way less than the masquerade but it Does have all the classical elements that make it a Seth Dickinson book aka fucked up women. Imperialism Critique. the horrors. the trolley problem. being Very Long. etc

Iron Widow - Xiran Jay Zhao wow guys. this book fucking sucked. like I'm speechless. you'd think that with the crazy popular rep it has it would have smth worth salvaging but uhhh- anyway go stream cocoon by corrupter which is iron widow if it was actually good

Fire from Heaven - Mary Renault nothing more special than a cultured fujo and her special golden shiny perfumed blorbo that everyone wants to fuck so bad <333 finally a book that healed my tsoa related trauma, the only thing that could've made it better is if hephaestion discovered brat taming

The Spear Cuts Through Water - Simon Jimenez beautiful and with such a dreamy magical atmosphere once again I LOVEEE interwoven stories, and I feel like some of the writing's style Choices are so original. it starts a bit slow tbh but I found it impossible to put down from the second half of the book til the end

Voyage of the Damned - Frances White well. it was a cherished super pretty shiny gift from a beloved friend so that's why I finished it but uh. uhhMMMMM uhghhh whhhhfhhmmm uhhhhh hmmmmm uhhhhh. yeah. I'm iconic 💅

Bad Gays: a Homosexual History - Ben Miller, Huw Lemmey ill be honest I didn't expect to like this book as much as I did but its really nice!! its a critique and analysis of white male gayness told through the lives of some Notable Controversial Homos, and I liked how it rlly paints a full picture not only of their lives but also of the socio-political landscape that shaped them and the concept of queernes of the time. only lil gripe tho is why there was only One woman and One Japanese guy then-

[benevolentbones]

hiya loveee!!! how u doing?? i had these idea w fem!reader and spencer, where they meet cute in russian literature club somewhere in early!seasons spencer and they just lost contact or something happens and they see eachother years later! just a thought! kisses 💓💞💝💝🩷💋

lit club | spencer reid x fem!reader

warnings: none really, just fluff

word count: 0.9k ish

a/n: hi!!! finally got around to your request ty for waiting<3 hope you enjoy mwah!! requests open! reblogs n comments appreciated

you first met spencer at a russian literature club during the start of his career. you bonded instantly being the youngest members of the club. you were both passionate about dostoevsky and tolstoy, and your discussions often stretched late into the evening. you bonded over your mutual love for the intricate narratives and deep psychological insights of russian literature.

one evening, as the club was wrapping up, spencer hesitated at the door. "would you like to grab a coffee sometime?" he asked, his voice slightly nervous but hopeful.

you smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you. "i'd love that."

for a while, you and spencer met regularly, not just at the club but for coffee, walks in the park, and long conversations about books, life, and everything in between.

you felt a connection with him that was rare and precious. you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with him with every passing day. and unbeknownst to you, the feeling was mutual, spencer just didn’t know how to tell you.

but then, life got in the way. spencer's job became more demanding, and you found yourself overwhelmed with your own responsibilities. slowly, the meetings became less frequent, the texts fewer, until eventually, you lost contact. he regretted it more than anything, but could never bring himself to reach out, afraid you would turn him down.

now years passed. you often thought about spencer, wondering how he was, what he was doing, and if he ever thought about you. you pushed those feelings for him deep down, but they never truly went away.

some days thoughts of him plagued your mind, about what could have been with him, you knew you would never find someone who truly understood you as much as he did.

one afternoon, you were browsing through a bookstore, lost in the pages of a new release, when a familiar voice broke through your concentration. "excuse me, do you have a recommendation for a good tolstoy romance novel?"

you looked up, your heart skipping a beat. there he was, older, a bit more tired around the eyes, but unmistakably spencer reid. your spencer reid. his eyes softened when they met yours, now filled with the same glint they held many years ago.

"it's you.” he mumbled out, a smile spreading across his face. his hair was longer, a lot messier than before.

"spencer," you breathed, unable to believe your eyes. "it's been so long...you look older.” a small chuckle escaped your lips.

he nodded, his gaze softening. "too long…you haven’t changed one bit.” he scanned your features, recalling the last day he had seen you, his eyes trailing down your form.

“still as beautiful as ever…how have you been, y/n?”

you spent the next few hours catching up, sharing stories of the years that had passed. the connection was still there, strong and undeniable. you could sense your feelings for him unearthing themselves, your heart swooning when he smiled at you- when his touch lingered slightly longer on your hand as he passed you a book. you were still as much in love with him as you had been.

as the afternoon turned into evening, spencer looked at you with a familiar warmth in his eyes. "i've missed this. i missed you."

"i've missed you too…" you admitted, feeling a rush of emotions, wondering if he felt the same way about you as you did him.

he hesitated for a moment, then asked, "how about we don't lose contact this time? i- i would hate to lose you again..”

you smiled, feeling that same warmth from years ago. "i'd love that spence..”

as the bookstore began to close, spencer glanced outside and then back at you. "can i walk you home?" he asked, his eyes hopeful.

"i'd like that," you replied softly, nodding your head.

you both stepped out into the evening, the air cool and filled with the scent of blooming flowers. the conversation flowed easily as you walked, picking up where you had left off, sharing memories and dreams for the future.

when you finally reached your door, you turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. spencer looked at you with such tenderness that it made your breath catch in your throat.

"thank you for today," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i should be thanking you," he replied, taking a step closer. "it was... wonderful."

there was a moment of silence, the world around you seeming to fade away. then, spencer leaned in, his movements gentle and unsure, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. but you didn't. you met him halfway, your lips brushing softly against his.

the kiss was tender and slow, filled with years of unspoken feelings and missed opportunities. when you finally pulled back, you rested your forehead against his, your heart swelling with emotion.

"i'll see you tomorrow?" spencer asked, his voice slightly breathy.

"definitely." you replied, a smile spreading across your face.

as he walked away, you watched him go, feeling a renewed sense of love and excitement. it felt like the beginning of something beautiful, a second chance that neither of you wanted to waste.

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[opiopal]

An MC who acts slightly, but noticeably different with each person or group around them.

For example, uhh maybe they act much more mature and down to earth with people like barbatos, Lucifer, and Diavolo. But when with mammon, or during a scheme with almost any of the other brothers they’ll match the amount of energy they have. Or while with Levi, they’ll be much more uhh in a rambling sorta mood.

They’ll be goofing off with some of the brothers, like turn around, talk incredibly formally formally to Lucifer and then get back to goofing off😭

(If you couldn’t tell I’m the same guy who asked for competitive MC I’m so sorry I yap so much in asks!!!)

no worries! I also tend to yap a lot in asks when I suggest stuff to other people! also I LOVEEE this concept(totally not because I also tend to do this by mistake)

but I could imagine mc going from talking all Shakespearean with mephisto or luci to basically verbal texting with Levi and mams,

like it could be so dumb and make for a lot of laughable moments, one second mc is chittering away then all of a sudden luci or s8n asks a question, and they turn and say some stupid crap like “I believe I returned that book yesterday, though I could be incorrect.” And once they leave mc will turn back to the group and be like “anyways chat,” which I could imagine would make the other loose their MINDS immediately, just straight up CACKLING. And mc probably gets annoyed about it a few times, it’s not like they can help it!!

other times I could imagine this coming in handy at like big parties at Dia’s palace, because they could totally walk around with like asmo or mephisto and fake snootiness, or when they hang around dia and suddenly they just match his loud happy vibe immediately, or literally anything. Talking to a noble?? They love mc because they just act so proper and polite!! Smh servants? They are just so sweet and considerate to the work they are doing!

also just mc randomly tone matching could add up with this, like, Luci is scolding them, and mc matches his volume and anger unintentionally and the situation escalates FAST. Same deal with s8n. or having a simple convo with Beel and it’s just two monotones going back and forth. And with mams, he gets excited about something and mc responds in that same tone of voice, so then he gets MORE hyped because his human is ALSO hyped and mc sounds MORE hyped as well and so on.

(also I am so sorry this took so long, I am unfortunately plague ridden and am trying to use this small window of feeling slightly better to push out as many drafts as possible)

[ch-4-eri]

Hiii!!!! If you're taking requests, could you write something along the lines of the reader coming home in tears from a really hard day at work and Lara somehow ✨knowing✨ and showing up and comforting them? I love your writing!!!

I wrote this high as fuck and added my own little twist to it, I loveee Lara so bad gang. 😰🤟🏻

You went back to the break room, noticing Lara sliding the sunglasses off her nose, placing it on top of her head, your eyebrows shot up in surprise as she took a few wrapped up food in her hands.

“Lara?” You ask, it’s a nice surprise, finding her here at your work even though you’re exhausted as heck, “Hello, love.” She spoke, taking off her leather jacket and walking closer to you to kiss your blushing warm cheek, her rough hand squeezing at your waist lightly.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, taking a seat on the table as she opened the wrapped up burger she got you, knowing how much you love to eat when you’re upset, or exhausted. “The way you left this morning? Come now, you’re obviously so fucked off:” she starts, opening the can of soda for you also.

“Ah.” You nod, knowing how much Lara knew you and your really confusing moods, you often didn’t like to talk about what bothers you at your job or in general, but Lara just knew— always knew, she reads you like a book on artefacts she’s so fascinated with. “Didn’t think you’d hide that from me did ya?”

Lara sat ahead of you, starting to eat as you truly forgot the food and just admired her, she was so beautiful it was unfair.

“No I didn’t…” you bite your lip as you finally start eating, it was delicious— not having breakfast was the bad idea here, you were already crabby enough as it is.

Lara chuckled and just watched you eat, she really needs to visit you more at your job, not only does she love seeing you; she also loves buying you the junk food you seemed to adore so much, just watch over you and make sure she’s around whenever you needed her, not caring if it made her seem clingy or not; she loves tending to her girl.

“This stuff'll kill ya.” She jokes, taking a bite out of it anyway, her tone lighthearted.

“Lucky me to have you to find my dead body.” You chimed in, her eyes widened as she started giggling, it was so good having her around, a sight for sore eyes; your absolute soulmate who knew you like no one else did, or would bother trying.

[2soulscollide]

tips to level up your writing skills

1. read, read, read

okay, I know, everyone keeps saying it... but it's true, and I truly believe the more you read, the better you write, because you come across different writing styles, different voices, new characters, and worlds. This applies to every writer, from amateur to professional.

2. practice makes perfect

another cliché, right.

but hear me out: I feel so much more confident about my writing skills when I write daily, rather than when I write a bit occasionally. you get lots of work done, see your book coming to life, and get better at it.

3. create an outline before you start writing

guysss, I know many people like to go with the flow, but I would recommend planning your novel before writing it, especially if it is one of your first projects.

when I started, I refused to plot my novel because I thought it was a waste of time, and I couldn't plan it all ahead. turns out that I could never finish my novels, because I started to get lost in the plot. as most of you may know, I LOVEEE to plot now!

4. use active voice instead of passive voice

passive voice is alright sometimes. I like to use it, too. but to create an immersive experience for the reader, you should go for the active voice since it creates more impact.

see something like this:

"the letter was written by Marcus who had tears in his eyes." VS "Marcus wrote the letter with tears in his eyes."

such a basic example (don't judge me!!)... but can you notice the difference? it seems so much more expressive.

5. avoid using overly complex language

repeat it after me: short. sentences. are. valid.

don't overcomplicate it! I know it's tempting to write huge sentences sometimes and make your book seem more complex and professional, but sometimes it just doesn't come out as expected, and we end up exhausting our readers.

6. don't just for yourself

this can be a polemic topic. it's quite common to see people saying you should write for yourself, but let's be honest here: if you're trying to get your book published, you should have your target public in mind while developing your book. knowing your audience to know what works and what doesn't work is extremely important. but hey, you must also enjoy what you're writing!

7. use dialogue!!!

I find dialogue so important, and I love it so much! ensure you develop a distinctive voice for your characters to make them seem real to the reader. also, if possible, read the dialogue out loud and imagine if it would work out in real life.

8. don't be afraid to use metaphors

metaphors will turn a "basic" work into something more sophisticated when applied in the right places. you might want to avoid overusing it because it can ruin the experience, but it's something up to you, and what feels better to you.

9. research your topic before writing

okay, this is pretty self-explanatory. if you're writing about a topic or a location you don't know much about, avoid making assumptions or clichés. instead, do some research, take notes, or even ask chatgpt questions to help you.

10. don't be afraid to experiment and try new things

I was a fanfiction writer for a long time and was so scared to try original fiction because it seemed so much different from what I was accustomed to doing. however, once I decided to try something new, I discovered I liked to do it more than fanfiction. you'll never know until you try it!

11. never give up on your writing, keep practicing and learning to improve your skills

it takes time to acquire new skills, so if you're new to writing, please don't give up! It's fun and a long path, and I promise you'll love it, even more, the more you write!

I hope this was helpful! <3 have a nice day

also, i just released a new freebie!!! it's a free workbook for writers with over 90 pages to guide you through the process of plotting a novel. you might be interested in checking it out!! :D click here

[bloody-cupcakes]

love quinn secretly collecting random trinkets from (g!n) reader's bedroom until one day reader see them all under her bed (kinda like how joe does at some point 💀), reader finds out and forces her to burn everything while reader fucks her

A/N: loveee this idea sm, I hope I did it justice <3

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, nsfw/smut, Love is a bit of a perv, swearing, brief emotional damage done by the reader to Love, penetrative vaginal sex (Love receiving, the reader's genitals are kept purposely vague), degrading, dom/sub dynamics (dom reader/sub Love), soft aftercare (mostly implied)

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"What were you thinking, huh? Did you think I was stupid, that I wouldn't find out?" You questioned harshly, the bed creaking and shaking with each thrust you gave. Love's hands clutched onto your shoulders desperately, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She could only whimper in response.

This was her fault, she knew it. She should've been smarter, should've kept the trinkets she took from you and hid them somewhere else, not in such an obvious places such as under her bed. She should've known you'd find them there eventually, and you did.

That morning started off pretty great. You were wrapped up in her arms after yet another passion filled night, and even though she was still a little bit sore she was happy. After waking up, she watched you for a bit before getting out of bed and making her way into the bathroom so she could take a shower.

She trusted you not to snoop, and in your defense you hadn't planned on it. Until you knocked your phone off the nightstand while trying to turn the alarm off, which prompted you to get down on your hands and knees to search for it.

You noticed something under her bed while you were grabbing your phone, something that looked an awful like one of your shirts. Turning on your phone's flashlight, you discovered a shoebox that was filled to the brim with stuff. Your stuff, to be exact.

The shirt was just the beginning, just the tip of the very fucked up iceberg she'd been hiding from you. In the box, you found a pair of your shorts, several pairs of underwear, a tank top, your favorite books with notes that you'd written in the margins, along with other random assorted trinkets you'd kept displayed around your room. You were trying to decide what to do with this sudden new information when Love came out of the shower.

"Baby, what do you want for breakfast-?" She casually asked while drying her hair, only to stop dead in her tracks the moment she saw you sitting on the floor with her little collection of your items surrounding you.

"What the fuck is this?" You demanded while standing, pointing down at the stuff on the floor. You were pissed, and while most people would be scared all she felt was the all too familiar feeling of being aroused by you.

"Look, I can explain-" She began, but you quickly cut her off.

"Bullshit, you can." You grabbed all of the stuff and shoved it back in the box, not caring if it got damaged in the process. At that point, she cared more about the stuff than you did, meaning this was her punishment for being a pervert.

"W- Wait- No, stop, please-" She begged frantically, watching in horror as you tore the clothing in two and shredded the pages from the book. There was nothing she could really do to stop this, and she knew that.

Satisfied by the destruction you'd just caused, you pulled out a box of matches from her bedside table- the ones she always used to light the candles she kept in her room -and lit one, handing it to her. "Burn it," you demanded firmly, your voice cold and devoid of emotion. "Burn it all right now, or I'm leaving and you'll never see me again."

"Please," she tried again to get you to listen to reason, her big blue eyes welled up with tears that threatened to escape. "Please, don't do this. Don't make me do this, I love you, I love you so much-"

"If you love me, you'll prove it by getting rid of that nasty little habit of yours that's fueled by you stealing my stuff," you snapped, causing her to fall silent. Despite how much she wanted to protest, she couldn't really argue with you there.

Nodding her head, she silently took the match from you, which was about halfway burnt by now. Her hands shook as she stepped over to where the box was and threw it on top, watching as everything inside caught aflame.

You carefully picked up the box and moved it to inside the shower so it wouldn't catch the carpet on fire before turning back to her. In all this time you'd been talking, she'd been in nothing but her bathrobe, something you'd only just realized.

One thing led to another, and you both found yourselves in bed together, Love's body pinned against the mattress by the way you were laying pressed down on top of her. That didn't mean you'd forgiven her or that you weren't still mad. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

"You're such a little pervert, stealing my things and keeping them under your bed like that," you spoke in a taunting voice as you continued to fuck her, relishing in the way she clung to you despite everything. "Could you not get off by yourself, huh? Is that what it was?"

She quickly shook her head no at the question and opened her mouth the speak, only for a strangled whine to come out instead. Her legs ached from how far apart they were spread, and her clit throbbed furiously with each new thrust you gave her. She was in absolute heaven.

"Please- please-" She pleaded with you, though for what she wasn't sure. All she knew at this point was that she wanted you to keep going. A gasp escaped from her when you grabbed her face the second she closed her eyes, turning it towards the direction of the bathroom, where the burning box of stuff could still be faintly seen in the tub.

"I want you to watch as it burns," you ordered while keeping a firm grip on her chin so she couldn't turn her face away. "And know that I could've done much, much worse if I really wanted to."

Oh, she didn't doubt that. She didn't doubt that in the slightest. But rather than being afraid, it only filled her heart with joy to know you weren't going to leave her, even after her little mistake.

"I love you..." She muttered quietly after you'd both been cleaned up, cuddling up close to you as you laid in bed together. "You'll never leave me..." It wasn't a question or a suggestion, but rather stated as a fact.

Her walls clenched as she came with a shout, finding herself grateful yet again that she had you. No one else made her feel like this, and even your anger was arousing in a way that it really shouldn't have been.

"I'll never leave you," came you reply without missing a beat, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Just don't do that again, okay?"

She nodded her head in understanding. If you didn't want her to do something, then she simply wouldn't do it. Making you happy was much more important to her than keeping a box full of her trophies. Besides, why would she need objects belonging to you when she now had the real thing?

[kenlvry]

Could you write the main 4 (seperate) making out and getting caught🙏🏽🙏🏽

getting caught

an YES YES YES LOVEEE A FIC WHEN YOU GET CAUGHT DOING ANYTHINGG. 16-17

kenny mccormick

you didn't know how but you and kenny are in the gym making out. that wasn't even the reason you two were there, you two were suppose to be fighting bc earlier you got mad at how this random ass girl was flirting with him and he didn't even do shit! but nonetheless you aren't complaining, you love making out with kenny, he's always passionate abt making out with you, its never sloppy or rushed. his lips were smooth, it got you questioning what lipbalm he had bc wow. his back was pressed against the wall and your waist was being held by kennys hand holding you close to him. you were so in the moment you didn't realise stan walking in ig , he was looking for you two bc he saw you drag kenny in there looking mad and when he saw what he saw he dropped the books he had on him which made you jump, you tried to turn to him but kenny held your waist hard, "hey stan wsp" this man stays embarrassing you 😞, "um... it can wait.." stan ran out "now where were we?" kenny hold your neck and pulled you in for another make out session.

stan marsh

now stan wasn't one to show pda outside but the fact he's making out with you rn at the side of the school is shocking. he pulled you aside to get you away from the man that was insisted on getting your number, and you gave him your number!! now in your defense you though he wanted to be friends, stan got all frustrated and now you two are making out. he's rough, the way he's kissing you is like he's mad at you and he is mad, although he's rough. he still holds your waist gently and cups your face gently, he looks and acts mad but he still cares for you no matter how mad he is. your back was pinned against the wall and his left arm had you pinned while the other was holding your waist, your hands was both on his shoulders enjoying the moment every now and then pulling away to take breaths but quickly going back in for the kiss. you were enjoying it but maybe too much since you couldn't hear the door open, stan not breaking the kiss opened his eyes while you remained yours close, it was the boy who asked your phone number earlier. he stood there somewhat mad and shocked, stan smirked into the kiss which you can feel and continued kissing you. now whenever you see the kid he acts all awkard , hmm wonder why 🤨🤨

kyle broflovski

you and him were on his couch, ike, his mom and his dad were out and wasn't gonna comeback in 7 hours. you two took it as a chance to do something risky, well you took the chance. kyle was too scared his parents would suddenly come in to grab smthing but you insisted and who was he to deny you? so here you two are intensely making out. kyle sitting on the couch manspreading while you sat on top of him with your knees and putting them so that his legs were in between yours, him grabbing you waist almost grabbing your ass and the other one on your thigh. for someone who was soo scared to make out he was really good, his kisses weren't sloppy but neither passionate, he's taking his time. he wanted it to last forever he loved the view he had, having to look up to you bc of the position you two were in. then suddenly the door burst open with cartman kenny and stan "no im telling you kenny it- woah." you two immediately got off each other and smiled at them. it was so obvious what you two were doing, kyle had lipstick smudged on his lips and your lipstick was too smudged, most gone. "continue, i wanna watch" "are we like.. disturbing you two" you being polite saying no but kyle wished said yes bc now cartmans asking your opinions if a tiger and a lion is a same thing, after this hes definitely continuing what you two were doing.

eric cartman

now... mans isn't one to kiss you.. let alone make out with you, yet here you were in an alley making out. it started with you kissing his face which he pushed you lightly making disgusted faces but he's clearly blushing. then you wanted it to take the next level and pulled him to an alley and kissing him, he didnt resist to kiss back, so you two were making out. you and cartman was actually also with the other three but they went in a shop to buy smthing, his kisses were sloppy yet nice. he's taking his time but at the same time its like he wanted it to be short incase someone sees,your back was pressed on the wall. he holds your face with his hand and the other on your neck, you had yours over his shoulder. if anyone passes by they couldn't see but if they were to slightly turn their head they could see. but it wasn't a busy lane for people to walk by every second so you two were okay, you loved moments like this, cartman never showed affection considering his personality but once he does its the sweetest thing ever <33 you two were so caught up that you didn't here the other three calling your name. they came to the alley and checked and js dropped whatever they brought, never in their life would they expect to see him making out with someone let alone kiss someone. cartman immediately pulled away and coughed saying its not what they think, but you laughed and whispered "there's lipstick stains on your face babe" he blushed and wiped them off, you laughed and the other three couldn't help but think how you come to love him. hes so cute<33