#too tired to continue to write coherent sentences

[thestayathomedragon]

WIP... what day is it?

Luis: *towers over him with glowing eyes, sharp bloody teeth, bloody clothes, bloody arms, bloody clawed hands, dripping blood, blood, blood, blood... Grins... bloodily*

Leon: 😍 ...You're perfect.

[faraway-archive]

Favorite Secretary

Yan!CEO x GN (secretary) Reader

Tw: yandere behavior, smut, mind corruption

AN; Sorry for any mistakes, and no plot- smut :p

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Gasping for air as you grasp his desk as he keeps fucking you. Trying to keep your moans down as his cock fits perfectly into your hole, as if it was made for him and that just made him more feral. He wants to hear more of you, if only you didn't have to be quite while he fucks you brainless. Every time both of you have sex he is very happy about ruining your career, he did everything in his power to make sure you only work with him. That you are under his control. He made sure you got rejected and blacklisted from working anywhere else but his company. Even better that you are his secretary, it helps to make sure you are closer to him than before.

He keeps ramming into you and grabs your waist tightly, making sure you don't fall onto his desk. He wants to make sure you feel his dick inside of you, at some point he pulls you up and makes you sit on his dick. Opening up your legs and just starts ramming his dick into your hole, you lost it and moaned loudly. You can't help it, his dick feels good as he keeps going in and out, it doesn't help that he is taller and buffer to. He has all that muscle and it wasn't for show, it's something that he can use to his advantage.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good. You love taking my cock right? Panting like crazy, grabbing my arm as if that can stop me from being in your tight hole."

You couldn't say anything but moan. His dick is too good, too good for you to mumble anything but a slight 'yes'. Grabbing his arms as he goes into you, begging to cum. You can't help it- his dick is too good for you to keep it in longer and you just need to let it go. You can't think straight anymore besides his dick. You hate it, you wish that you didn't have to come to this life. If only you didn't get blacklisted from the job site, you could have been anywhere else. But on the other hand you can't deny, this job is good and it helps keep you afloat in the current world. If only your CEO wasn't so.... obsessed with you, but I guess that comes with the job.

"I will only cum if you beg for it." "Please let me cum! Let me, please please," You kept blabbing, unable to make coherent sentences or thoughts. His dick is too much for you. "Cum then, since you're desperate enough for my dick."

As soon as you came, he still kept going. At this point you felt overwhelmed and your legs shake violently. Soon after he came inside of you- no warning as you feel his cum inside of you. Gasping as he slowly pulls his dick out, watching his cum drip out of your hole.

"Good.. you did so well. I'm proud of my little secretary, taking my dick well. But you did moan loudly... ah well that's another time. Good job." Smiling as he helps clean you up, dressing you in your outfit and watching you struggle to leave his office as if nothing happened.

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Below this is old writing, I didn't like the way it was heading so yeah, didn't feel like deleted it LOL

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ You always kept quiet and did your own things. Wondering why the CEO would make you be his own secretary, didn't he have one before? You wonder what happened to them. Shaking your head you continued your job, scheduling meetings, responding to emails, all sorts of boring but important tasks. While in the mists of your task, Lux, the CEO called you to his office. That's weird, he never called you to his office unless it was an emergency. Aka you fucked up. Gulping, you finished up sending the last email and began to walk up to his office.

While you were walking up to his office, Lux was eagerly waiting for you. He has done so much to get you to be this close, just a bit more and you will be his. He was able to mess up your life to the point to where you now depend on this job to survive. He was getting tired of his old sectary anyways, but you. You were appealing to him. Something about you appealed to his taste, you were someone so pure, kind-hearted, something that he mostly lacked. You touched his heart when he first saw you in that small café. He was going to pass that until he heard your voice, and than he saw you. You captivated his attention. He just had to have you. To make you his. He smiles as he eagerly waited for you, he just can't wait to make you his. No matter what.

You made it to his office, standing in front of it you softly knocked. Hearing a muffled 'come in' you opened the door. Lux. The CEO sitting in his desk, smiling at you and gesturing to come closer to his desk. You do, very shakily. When you arrived at his desk, he stands up and walks towards you, Lux towering over you as he slowly leans in to your face. You slowly back away from him until your back hits his desk.

Glancing up at him he smirks, one of his hands holds the back of your hair and yanks it. Making you look at his ceiling and felt his breath on your neck. Kissing your neck as his other hand travels down into your pants. Gasping as he quickly unbottles your pants and watching it slide down.

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Just... Friends?

Pairing: Leviathan x GN! Reader

Summary: You have always liked him. Maybe more than what most people would consider as friendship. And you have a feeling that he also feels the same way. Yet it's frustrating whenever he refers to you as just a friend even though his actions say otherwise.

Genre: Fluff. Maybe crack too if you squint at it hard enough.

A/N: This was sitting on my drafts for AGES!!

But after several editing and removing some stuff, I finally got this story to go in a direction that I like!

Although there is a specific scene here that made me feel hypocritical lmaooo.

Happy reading! ❤️

Warning:

- Not proofread.

- Cussing.

- Levi is as dense as a brick.

- The reader is frustrated and decides to take matters into their own hands.

- The reader is referred to as MC.

- Probably OOC. This is just unplanned fluff writing. Asmo is acting as your wingman.

MASTERLIST

Inspired by "Just A Friend To You" by Meghan Trainor and Adrien Agreste from Miraculous Ladybug (lol)

You were done.

With a tired sigh, you leaned back on the sofa and closed your eyes. You thought back on what happened earlier in Levi's room.

"Woooo!! Finally!!"

The room was filled with joyous shouts when the TV screen displayed the word "victory" in large letters.

"MC, we finally beat the boss!"

Soon, you were enveloped by a familiar warmth as Levi tightly wrapped his arms around you. You felt your cheeks heat up a little when you noticed that his embrace was a little longer than usual.

"Haha, yes, we did. Congratulations to both of us."

Levi gently pushed you away within arm's length and looked at you with a grin. "I couldn't have done it without you."

"Eh? But I haven't done as much as you, though."

Levi shook his head in response. "That's not true! If you hadn't done that move, we'd still be playing this round again! Seriously, you're the best friend a gamer could ask for!"

You felt your eye twitch a little at his word. Friend.

You have always liked him. Maybe more than what most people would consider as friendship. And you have a feeling that he also feels the same way. Yet it's frustrating whenever he refers to you as just a friend even though his actions say otherwise.

You tried to show it through your actions that you like him countless times before, but for some reason, it always goes over his head.

The two of you continued to play some more before deciding enough was enough.

You dragged both of your hands on your face and sighed once more.

"You okay, hon?"

Your eyes flutter open at the sound of Asmodeus's voice. He looks at you, slight worry evident in his expression.

You gave him a small smile.

"Yeah, my eyes are just a little tired, that's all."

"You should really cut off some of your gaming time. Then you won't be complaining about how dry your eyes are anymore," Asmo chides you as he hands out an eyedrop for your eyes. But he knows you wouldn't listen to him no matter how many times he scolds you.

"Mmm, thanks."

......

As you put the eye solution on your eyes, you felt Asmo's focused stare on you.

"What is it?"

You sat up when you finished putting the eye solution. The fifth-born faces you with a knowing look as he sat on the sofa beside you.

"Spill it."

You look at him confused.

"Spill what?"

"It's a romance-related trouble, isn't it?"

Your eyes widened slightly. Was it that obvious? You felt your cheeks warm at the realization.

"I- um..."

You nodded, too embarrassed to form a coherent sentence at the moment.

"Wanna talk about it in my room instead?"

Well... it wouldn't hurt to talk about it to Asmo, you thought.

"Okay..."

Soon after you agreed, Asmo dragged you away and into his room.

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"I'm back."

You looked at Asmo carrying a tray of cookies and tea. He went to the kitchen after letting you in his room.

"So, what's been bothering you, hm?" The Avatar of Lust asked, interest glimmering in his eyes.

"Oh, you know... the same old stuff," you grumbled as you flopped forward over the demon's lush bedsheet.

"Ah," was his reply once he realized what you were talking about.

"...You know you won't be suffering like that if you'd just say it straight to his face, right?"

"No."

Yeah, right. Easier said than done.

"Why not? You won't lose anything if you do."

"Yes, I do. I'd lose my dignity."

"Mhm. Right... And how did this way of "preserving" your dignity go for you?"

Asmo raised his perfectly shaped eyebrow on your unmoving form, completely unconvinced.

You can only groan in response.

"Come on, you know how my brother is. If you want him to know that you're in love with him, you have to say it to him directly. Otherwise, he'll think you're just being a really nice person, like what's happening right now." The fifth-born rolled his eyes, not at you but at his dense as a brick older brother.

...........

...........

"...But what if he really just think of me as a friend? What then? I don't wanna risk what we currently have over these... feelings," you mumble under your breath.

"Well, you wouldn't know that unless you do something, hon."

"And what if he rejects me?"

You finally moved after a while, turning your head to look at the beautiful demon who sat beside you.

"Then accept his feelings and move on. It'll be difficult, but atleast it's better than pining and stuck forever to where you are right now, not knowing how to move forward," he answered in a gentle tone and caressed your hair in a way that was akin to a mother comforting her crying child.

The gesture lulled you to sleep.

And as you slowly drifted off to dream world, a small part of you thought that yeah... you probably should confront your conundrum instead of running away from it.

Maybe... you should ask... Asmo for... help.

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And that's how you found yourself sitting in a karaoke booth with Leviathan beside you.

"Oh wow! It's been AGES since the last time we hung out here!" The purple-haired demon grinned as he eagerly flipped through the song book.

"Ahaha... I know, right? Since exams are finally done, I thought this would be a great way to unwind after all that stress," you replied, careful not to let the bubbling anxiety inside you show.

"Oh, definitely! By the way, where are the others?"

As Levi asked that, you heard a ping from your phone. There was a message from Asmo.

[Asmo: "We're almost there but we'll give you some time together. Good luck, hon! 😘"]

You discreetly gulped at the message before putting your phone back to your pocket.

Thanks, Asmo!

"Asmo said they're going to be a bit late and we can just go ahead and order for ourselves or sing."

"Huh... alright," Levi said before going back to flipping through the song book.

"...."

"...."

"...Hey, Levi?"

"Hm?"

"Do you mind if I pick a song first?"

The demon looked at you quizzically. "Sure... Why though? You don't usually sing first."

"Well, um- you know... Just a change of pace," you shrugged.

You can feel sweat form on your hands.

After a moment, he handed the song book to you. Immediately, you felt the anxiety inside you intensify as you searched through the song book until you finally found what you were looking for.

You pressed buttons to enter the song number. The title flashed on the screen as you hit OK.

[Just A Friend To You by Meghan Trainor]

"Ooh, is this a song from the human world?" Levi asked.

"Yep," you answered.

Picking up the microphone, you took a deep breath to calm your erratic heartbeats.

Okay, this now or never.

"Why you gotta hug me like that every time you see me? Why you always making me laugh Swear you're catching feelings"

You looked at Levi, who, after you gave the song book back, returned to searching for songs to sing.

You turned your vision back to the karaoke screen.

"I loved you from the start, So it breaks my heart When you say I'm just a friend to you 'Cause friends don't do the things we do. Everybody knows you love me too. Tryna be careful with the words I use. I say it cause I'm dying to. I'm so much more than just a friend to you."

You looked back at him again, discreetly this time.

He was still busy with the song book.

Slowly, your anxiety was replaced by irritation.

Is he really THIS dense?? Or is he just acting like he knows nothing?

In your frustration, you stood up from where you were sitting.

"When there's other people around You never wanna kiss me. You tell me it's too late to hang out And you say you miss me."

You thought back to the times where he acted like he, too, liked you back.

Were those sweet gestures of his just a ploy to toy with you? Or was it just you who gave those actions a different meaning than what he actually intended?

You don't know anymore.

"And I loved you from the start, So it breaks my heart When you say I'm just a friend to you 'Cause friends don't do the things we do. Everybody knows you love me too."

You turned to face him, and to your surprise, his attention was now all on you.

As hard as it was, you managed to force yourself to keep looking at his citrine eyes.

"You say I'm just a friend to you Friends don't do the things we do. Everybody knows that I love you. I'll try to be careful with the words I use And I'll say it cause I'm dying to. You're so much more than just a friend to me."

Thick silence quickly replaced the fading last notes of the song.

Levi was the one who broke the staring contest between the two of you.

"Um... That- that was... a really good song. Though I think you sang the last verse wrong there."

You continued to stare at him.

"Levi."

He flinched when you said his name.

"I know this is weird and very sudden. But I seriously can't keep this to myself anymore. You are one, if not the most passionate and fun person I have ever met, and I always enjoy the time we spend together. In fact, I always look forward to the days we hang out. And, well..."

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"What I want to say is that... I like you, Levi."

"You- you like... me?" The subject of your confession looked back at you incredulously.

You nodded.

"As- as a friend... right?" he asked, fidgeting.

What?

Now it was your turn to look at him wide-eyed. No way he's being serious.

"Huh? No. I mean I like you. Like like you. Romantically," you deadpanned.

"N-no way. You can't be serious."

"I'm totally serious."

Your nervousness slowly turned into annoyance.

"Levi-"

Before you could finish your sentence, Levi suddenly stood up, grabbed his stuff, and bolted out of the booth.

You could only blink at how fast it happened.

It was also at that moment that the rest of the brothers arrived.

"What's with him?" asked Mammon as he glanced at the direction his brother ran.

"I don't know. Maybe there's a limited time event on one of his games?" Beel replied.

However, one look at your expression and Asmo knew exactly what happened.

"Sorry guys, I'm suddenly feeling a little under the weather right now," the fifth-born says.

He grabbed your wrist and smiled. "With that said, I'm gonna go home. And I'm taking MC with me!"

"What?! You can't do that!" Mammon exclaimed in protest, as expected.

As much as you like to hang out with the other demon brothers, you're not in the mood to do so anymore after what happened.

So you forced yourself to smile.

"Sorry guys, maybe next time. Enjoy the karaoke for us!"

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"Wanna tell me what happened, hon?"

After arriving at the House of Lamentation, you and Asmo made a beeline straight to his room. Though as you passed Levi's room, you felt a pang of pain in your chest.

And now, here you are, getting pampered by the Avatar of Lust himself.

"Well, you know... I confessed, and he rejected me," you smiled bitterly.

"...."

"...Oh, come on. Don't give me that look," you say when you noticed the worry in Asmo's eyes. "Atleast now, I won't be stuck pining for him forever, right?"

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it won't hurt. And can't I worry about our adorable little lamb?"

You gave him a small smile. "Thanks a lot, Asmo. I mean it. And don't worry too much, I'll be fine."

You felt arms wrap around you as the demon hugged you.

"It's just- I already expected it to hurt if he rejected me outright. But seeing him run away like that, it's like he doesn't even want to hear it."

"Wait..."

All of a sudden, Asmo pulled back from the embrace and looked at you.

"So you mean to tell me he didn't gave you a proper reply?" he asks.

"Um... yeah," you respond.

"......"

At that moment, only one thought came to Asmodeus's mind.

For the love of everything beautiful, these two really are stupid when it comes to each other.

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KNOCK KNOCK

"Levi, are you there? It's me, Asmo. Can we talk for a sec?"

It took a few more knocks before the third-born opened his door.

"Asmo? What is it? Hey-!" The demon protested as his brother made his way into his room.

"Don't worry, this won't take too long," said Asmo.

Seeing that his younger brother won't budge until he spoke with him, Levi sighed in defeat and closed the door.

"So, what is it that you want to speak with me so bad that you'd barge into my room with no permission?" he asked as he sat on his gaming chair, raising his eyebrow on the Avatar of Lust who was making himself comfortable with one of the beanbags in his room.

Asmo smiled before replying, "You like them, don't you?"

That made him flinch.

"Wha? Wh-why would you think that I like MC??"

That only made the fifth-born's smile grow into a grin.

"I never said their name, yet you immediately thought of them. So I was right, you do like them."

Levi felt his face warm up as he realized his slip-up.

"Do the others know?"

Asmo shrugged.

He could only hide his blushing face on his hands. Oh, how he wanted to curl up in a ball and let the earth swallow him whole right now.

"But if you like them, why didn't you tell them that when they confessed?"

Quickly, he turned to look back to his brother.

"How did you know that?! And what's it to you, anyway?"

"Levi," Asmo spoke with a serious voice, "you're my brother, and I want you to be happy. And if being with them will bring you that happiness, then why not go for it? Especially now that you know they like you back."

"But what if- what if they find out what kind of person I really am and hate me for it?"

"Honestly, I don't really know. And that's why..."

Levi's gaze followed Asmo as he walked up to the door and opened it.

It revealed the person he was avoiding for a few days now: you.

"Wh-why are they here?!" he panicked.

"To talk things out, duh! You two really need it," he heard him say as the fifth-born pushed you inside the room before closing the door once more.

Awkward silence filled the air between you.

"Hey," you said.

"H-hey."

It was the only thing he could mutter right now.

"Sorry, Asmo asked me to come here." You scratched your neck; Levi recalled it was one of your nervous tics. "I could leave, if you want."

"No! ...I-I mean, no, y-you can stay."

He gestured to the beanbag Asmo was sitting on earlier.

"Thanks..."

Once again, silence filled the air between you.

"...Um"

"I-"

Both of you spoke at the same time.

"Oh, sorry. Go ahead," he apologized.

"No, it's okay," you replied.

"...."

"...."

"Um, MC..."

"Yes?"

"...I'm sorry, for acting the way I did that day."

He looked down to his hands as he fidgeted with them.

"It's... alright. I should be the one apologizing for springing it onto you suddenly."

"...."

"...."

"To tell you the truth, I was really happy when you told me you like me."

"Mm..."

"And then I got scared."

"Scared of what?"

"Of doing you wrong. And you hating me for it. You deserve so much more than what I could offer you, and I'm scared that one day, you'd realize that and leave me."

"...Levi."

He looked up from his hands and his eyes met yours.

"Does all of that really matter when you're the one I want?"

His eyes widened.

"Say that you're right, and I do deserve more. But I want you, Levi, and that's all that there is to it."

If Levi never thought you beautiful before, he would now as he continued to stare into your eyes, clear and devoid of hesitation.

And before he knew it, he walked up to where you are and kissed you.

It was everything he thought it would be and more. Your lips were soft and sweet.

It was as if he was brought back to heaven for a moment until the two of you broke contact for air.

He pressed his forehead to yours.

"Do you really mean it? Even if I'd annoy you to hell? Even if I won't be as sweet as the leading men in those shoujo animes you like? And–"

"Yes, I do. I mean it," you giggled as you cupped his cheeks with your hands.

And for the first time after a few days, Levi shyly smiled.

"So, does this mean we're a couple now?" you asked.

"Yeah. I guess we are."

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Lifting his ear from the door, Asmo made a thumbs up gesture to his brothers who were with him.

It was a success.

Mammon was the first to react. "FINA–"

He was shushed by the others.

"Oops, sorry."

"Good for them. They finally got together after all this time pining for each other," Satan says.

"Yeah, it was getting kinda annoying seeing them give each other longing gazes," Belphegor remarked.

The others nodded in agreement.

"Atleast they're happy now."

It was Beelzebub who spoke this time with a hushed voice.

"Wait, does this mean we'll be seeing them be lovey-dovey with each other now?"

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"...I hope not. That would be way more annoying than seeing them pine for each other obliviously."

Once again, the brothers nodded in agreement.

"All right, now that they're together now, let's all celebrate!" Mammon cheered in a hushed voice.

But before he could knock on the third-born's door, a gloved hand grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Stop that and leave them alone. Let them have their moment together with no interruptions, for goodness' sake," said Lucifer.

"Just go back to your rooms," he added.

At that, the brothers dispersed and went to their respective rooms.

Before he left, however, Asmo gave Levi's room one last look and softly smiled.

"I'm happy for the both of you, MC, Levi."

[gwens-wife]

The Retreat Pt. 1

Larissa Weems X f!Reader

Chapter 2

Summary- Y/N is a stressed writer trying to survive university and her sudden rise to popularity. After a strange invitation to a writing retreat hosted by a woman named Larissa Weems at Nevermore academy, what will be uncovered?

TW- None

See A/N at the end :)

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Summer had been especially unpleasant this year. You had been swamped with calls and conferences throughout what was supposed to be your break from university, and while you didn’t mind the attention from your colleagues, social interaction became a chore you weren’t willing to continue to upkeep.

Being a poet and journalist had its perks: recognition, special meetings with important people, getting to essentially do whatever you wanted under the guise of doing it for “research.” You had it easy, honest to God you did. But it had just gotten too slow.

Too much repetition. Too many late nights writing articles about people you didn’t care about. Too much pressure.

You were irrevocably burnt out, and the approaching fall semester loomed over you more and more as the days passed. Sooner or later, a few calls a week and a meeting or two every month would shoot to your phone ringing non stop from editors to publishers and meetings would be every other day if not more. It was hard balancing your personal life and work, at times you wondered how you did it. But it always boiled down to staying in your apartment all summer moping and depressed.

When you weren’t spending hours sitting at your desk staring at the wall trying to make yourself write, you were in bed laying in the dark. You didn’t eat much and your health was beginning to plummet. It was obvious to those around you that you were tired.

You stopped reaching out to friends and most of the time your phone was on silent anyways. Trying to put pen to paper was like learning how to walk again. You felt helpless and trapped in your own mind. How could it be that the same person that was thriving and writing for local celebrities and magazines could barely get out of bed and formulate any sort of coherent sentence? It was madness. But then the invitation came and your attitude had changed.

It came in a sleek, red, wax sealed envelope. Even more confusingly, you had no idea who would’ve sent it. Lightly popping the seal from the paper of the envelope, you opened it to find a crisp white invitation with your name scrawled in perfect cursive along the top. Scanning further down, it read:

Dear Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you well and inspired by the creative pursuits that fuel your passion. It is with great enthusiasm that I extend to you a personal invitation to join us at a unique and invigorating writing retreat on the picturesque grounds of Nevermore Academy.

Throughout your stay, you will have the chance to participate in a variety of workshops, engage in thought-provoking discussions, and receive personalized feedback on your work. Whether you are working on an article, poetry, or any other form of writing, this retreat is designed to support and inspire.

In addition to the enriching literary activities, you will have the opportunity to explore the charming town of Jericho and Nevermore Academy. It is a place where inspiration is found not only in the words we write but in the world around us.

I would be honored to have you join us for this retreat, and I am confident that it will be a transformative experience for you and your writing journey.

As a personalized highlight, I have made special arrangements for your stay. The details of which I am keeping confidential until your arrival and I expect you not to share them with anyone once you’ve been informed.

I look forward to welcoming you to Nevermore and sharing this adventure with you.

Warmest regards,

Larissa Weems

Below the signature sat an address and a golden embossed Nevermore seal at the bottom of the page. This was the perfect opportunity, but who was Larissa Weems and how was she able to get your information all the way from Nevermore?

What secret mysterious information did she have for you?

You had so many questions that you wanted answers to, like why was the retreat being held at a school for outcasts, who was this Larissa woman? But opportunity reared its head, and for the first time all summer, you were excited to meet new people and uncover what Nevermore had in store for you.

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The term has started, and classes drug by. Your fall was the quietest it had ever been, and you couldn’t have been more thankful. You were ready to drive to Jericho and meet the ever alluring Larissa Weems and all the other writers at the retreat. Only a few days left before you could make the drive to Nevermore and answer all your questions.

That night you began packing your suitcase for the month-long trip to Nevermore. Conveniently, your Thanksgiving break fell around the same time, meaning you’d only miss about a week of school between leaving and coming back. It could be excused as a business venture. You packed all the fanciest clothes you had, and honestly you had no idea what you were getting yourself into, but it had to be better than your cramped apartment and not being able to find inspiration to write.

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You’d left that weekend.

It was a beautiful drive to Jericho. The leaves were all shades of reds, yellows, and oranges, and recent rain had left a perfect fog over the mountains. It felt like something out of a movie. The air smelled like fall. It was perfect for the occasion.

Once you had hit downtown Jericho, you still had a 20 minute drive to Nevermore. Spotting a café, your stomach rumbled and you decided it couldn’t hurt to stop for a coffee and a pastry. The Weathervane housed a cozy, diner-like atmosphere that you only saw on TV. You couldn’t keep yourself from smiling as you walked in.

A girl came to take your order and you walked out with a chocolate croissant and a chai latte. Begrudgingly, you got back in your car to continue your journey to the retreat. There would be time to explore the town later, and you were more than thrilled to see Nevermore for yourself after the things you’d heard from other people.

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When you arrived through the large gates you honestly couldn’t believe your eyes. A castle sat before you. Despite its dark exterior, you could see flower gardens and a lake in the distance, meaning you’d definitely have plenty to do in your spare time. You unloaded your things and walked to the main entrance where a woman with mousy brown hair sat pointedly at a table right beyond the doors.

She introduced herself as Jamie and helped check you into your room and gave you your necessary itinerary for the month, as well as a map and a brief description of what the rest of the day would entail.

“A welcome party will be held tonight to kick things off. Wear something nice. There will be refreshments and drinks at the bar in the ballroom. Everything else you need to know should be on your itinerary.” Jamie outstretched her hand for you to shake, which you did, and you offered a warm smile as a sign of your gratitude that she returned. You debated on even asking, but the anticipation was killing you. You had to meet Larissa and find out what was going on.

“Is there a Larissa Weems here? Where could I find her if she was?” You asked so sweetly your teeth almost rotted there on the spot, but your attitude changed when you seen the way Jamie had reacted to your questions. “Um..No. Ms Weems will not be seeing anyone until later tonight as she’s with someone important. As a friend, I don’t recommend seeking her out. She’s very….strict.” Her voice lowered as she went on, and a pit began to form in your stomach. What the hell have I just gotten myself into?

Smiling in understanding, you decided not to press further. Jamie’s chipper attitude returned as she handed you your room keys. “You’ll be staying in Ophelia Hall. My room is close to yours so should you have any questions don’t be afraid to knock.” With a quick thank you, you headed up the stairs and down a hallway, passing by a large oak door with a golden plaque.

Principal Weems

Your heart started to race and you felt your breathing stop as you put two and two together on Larissa’s profile. She was the principal of Nevermore. A loud crash came from inside the office, accompanied by muffled voices. Something was off, but the sound of oncoming footsteps snapped you out of your train of thought and you rushed to continue the hike to your room.

What would the night bring later on and how could you get closer to Larissa and understanding your strange invitation when everyone here was so secretive? But most importantly, what was the big secret she was harboring?

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Thank you for reading, this is my first ever fic and I would LOVE to hear your feedback. I also didn’t proofread so if anything is wonky excuse it and act like it isn’t there. I have a cool plot in mind and I’m excited to continue writing, however if you have any ideas for how you want the story to proceed don’t be afraid to let me know!

With Love,

-S

[hellfirecvnt]

A Few Ways to Improve Your Writing (on Tumblr) from Somebody Who Has No Business Writing

*Specifically for writing fanfiction, though some of the tips are universal.

- Indenting. I usually only indent on mobile bc for some reason, it just throws them the fuck away on my laptop. To indent, I usually just do five "spaces." It just looks nicer (imo) and can help with readability.

Example:

This is a paragraph. In this specific paragraph, I'm showing you what an indention is. It's those five empty spaces at the beginning.

- Dialogue changes. When a character speaks, that's a new paragraph. When a different character speaks next, that's a new paragraph no matter how short the speech is. It's always a great storytelling device. You don't even have to label who is speaking every time if you properly use context clues in the rest of your story!

Example:

"I am speaking," said the man. He is a guy and he's totally speaking.

"Fuck you, Todd."

"Whoa." Todd was not expecting that.

- POV. It's easier said than done, but try to keep your story in the same point of view the whole time, or at least clarify when the POV is changing.

Example: Wrong

You smile at Dee. She's your best friend and has been since elementary school. You ask Dee to borrow a pencil and she happily obliges, passing her the pencil. She says thanks to Dee and the two best friends continue writing. (Confusing, especially for someone who isn't a native English speaker.)

Example: Right

You smile at Dee. She's your best friend and has been since elementary school. You ask Dee to borrow a pencil and she happily obliges, passing you the pencil. You say thanks to Dee and the two best friends continue writing. (Coherent and Cambria, baby.)

Additionally, to show an intentional change in POV, just announce it!

Example:

Dee's POV-

This bitch will not stop asking me for pencils.

Your POV-

Oh, fuck. I forgot my pencil again...

- Complete words. This may be a personal thing, but around the time that Stranger Things 4 came out, I noticed a TON of people just not using the first few letters of the first word of their sentences?? It's another one of those things that's unintentionally inaccessible for people who don't speak English as a first language.

Example: Wrong

"'m not tired yet," she said.

Example: Right

"I'm not tired yet," she said.

- If it's a reader insert, please do not describe Y/N. Pls don't mention hair texture, but a vague style is usually fine. Pls don't mention body size unless it's specified. Don't mention skin tone. Pleaseeee, don't take away from someone else's ability to see themselves in your work that's specifically meant for the reader to see themselves in. Lots of communities don't ever get to see themselves in media, don't take fanfiction from them too.

- Use bold/italics. Both of these things can breathe a whole new life into what emotion you're trying to convey.

Example: No bold/italics

"I told you not to go there. Now we're both screwed."

Example: with bold/italics

"I told you not to go there. Now we're both screwed."

- Reread periodically. When writing a story for a few days, take a moment to go back and reread everything you've put down so far. You'd be surprised by how many little details and storytelling devices you'd forgotten about between writing sessions.

- Hit "Save Draft" literally every 15 minutes or any time you set your phone down if you write on mobile. Speaks for itself.

- AI will fuck you over. Don't be a fuckin' loser.

- Your ideas are NOT bad. Don't water down your vision in hopes that more people will read it. There really is something for everybody. You're doing yourself and your audience a disservice by changing your storyline to be more "mellow" or "relatable." It can be big, it can be dramatic, it can be weird, it can be angst or fluff or smut or literally anything bc YOU made it! No matter what, there will be people who love it with all their flesh and bones and people who scroll past after the first few sentences. It's all about chemistry or something idfk.

(Drop more tips in the comments/tags/reblogs for the new writers of Tumblr ((and me)) to learn and grow!)

[mountttmase]

can you please write something (can be short if you want to) where Mase has her between his legs, back against his chest and makes her cum with his fingers? Like he doesn’t want sex bc he’s too tired but he wants to make her cum xx

Funnily enough I’ve written this exact scene just a little different but it’s from a fic I can’t post so you can have this section if you want 🩷 not to sure if it’s too early in the day for smut but let’s go with it

Mason tapped the space in front of him, before helping you move so you were comfortable, sitting you in between his legs with your back pressed to his chest. His hands made their way around your waist, settling on your tummy and you moved your head ever so slightly to the side so you could lean back to look up at him.

‘I just don’t wanna cum too quick, I’ve got too much I wanna do to you and if I let you carry on any longer we would of had a big problem’ he reassured you, a slightly shyness to his voice but you appreciated the honesty as his fingers lightly grazed your abdomen. You smiled up at him and he bought his face back down to yours slowly.

His kisses were heavy, his tongue invading your mouth instantly and it wasn’t long before his hands stared to wander. One reaching up to slowly stroke over your chest and pinch your nipple whilst the other headed south to where you needed him most. You drew up your knees slightly and parted your legs for him so he had easier access but apparently this still wasn’t enough so he broke your kiss before grabbing your legs and placing them on the outside of his, trapping them there so you couldn’t close them no matter if you tried.

He kept his lips on your neck, littering it with kisses as he slowly ran his fingers up you and you felt him smile into your neck, happy with himself at how wet he’d made you.

You were completely at his mercy and you were absolutely loving it.

‘Is this all for me?’ He whispered directly in your ear, bringing his fingers to his mouth, sucking on them gently with his eyes closed ‘you taste so fucking sweet, i cant believe how perfect you are’ he moaned before looking back in your eyes. ‘I want you to cum around my fingers again, that sound good?’

You were too turned on form a coherent sentence so you just nodded, you tummy churning with desire and anticipation and when you felt him press a kiss to your shoulder you thought you might explode. Soon enough, you felt his fingers return or your core, circling your clit a few times before dipping at your entrance and then back to your sensitive bead. His lips on your jaw, kissing along until he got to your lips, smiling against you as he swallowed your moans.

He pulled back slightly, his lips only just touching yours so he could hear your whimpers as he slowly inserted a finger, pumping in and out of your slowly to let you adjust whilst his name fell from your lips.

‘You take me so well, baby’

His praise only made you clench down harder and you felt a low growl leave him at the sensation. He added another finger, his thumb coming down to circle over your clit and you felt like you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Your hands that were fisting the sheets moved to grip his arms, desperate to feel him in some way as he continued to torture you.

‘Telling me earlier you’re not my good girl, I think by the sounds coming out of you now you’ve proved you are’ he spoke seductively in your ear and you weren’t sure if he was referring to your moans or the wet sounds of his fingers plowing into you but all you could do was groan in response. ‘I think you love it. Come on baby, tell me you’re my good girl’

‘I’m your good girl Mase’ you managed to get out and he lightly nipped at the skin of your neck.

‘That’s it, and who’s pussy is this, huh?’

‘Yours Mase, I’m all yours’

His lips came crashing down on yours, the hand what was playing with your breast reaching up to wrap around your neck and you gasped as he applied a slight pressure. It was all becoming too much. His voice, his constant praise, his fingers working their magic on you and now his hand around your throat. You were so close to letting go and your hips started bucking up into his hand, wanting to feel him as deep as possible.

‘Please Mase’ you cried ‘I need to cum, please keep going’

The hand around your throat moved down to hold you hip, ceasing your movements so he had a bit more control. Your high was so close you could taste it and after two more thrusts of of his fingers you fell apart around him, whimpering his name as you did so.

‘That’s it, there we go. Such a good girl’ he spoke into your ear as he coaxed you through it, his fingers slowing as he felt you relax and once your breathing had slightly returned to normal he slowly removed them from you, kissing you cheek gently as he did. You started to relax even more into him, shutting your eyes and you felt him chuckle as he looked down at you. ‘Don’t get too comfy, I’m not done with you yet’

🩷🩷🩷

[stvharrngton]

🔥; steve + a kink (please don’t request any kinks that i don’t write for > stated below)

steve + dumbification kink(if u are comfy with it ofc <3)

request #2 for ivy<3 (first time writing this kink so i hope it’s okay!!🥺)

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, fingering, overstimulation, dumbification kink, dom!steve and sub!reader vibes, this is really filthy and i’m not sorry

taglist: @sweetiestevie @dukesmebby @sw34terw34ther @sweetbabygirlsworld

1k celebration

You were almost at your third orgasm of the night. Your clit throbbing from the constant stimulation, your limbs tired and your body wrecked. You wailed below Steve, unable to string together a coherent sentence.

“What’s the matter, baby? Can’t get your words out, huh?” Steve mocked, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy cruelly.

You could only muster a high-pitched whine and a moan of his name, “Steve,” you cried. Fingernails clawing at his bare shoulders, crescent shaped marks left in your wake, “please.”

“Please?” He asked, his thumb rubbing at your clit now, “Please what? Tell me what you want and I’ll let you cum.”

“I, uh, fuck!—“ you whimpered, the pressure in your stomach was too much. A sweet twist and pull of your insides, “Want you.”

Steve chuckled and your eyes grew glassy, “C’mon honey, you can do better than that.” He stated simply, “Tell me what you want.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip, chest breathing deeply as you tried to pull yourself together to give Steve the answer he was so calmly waiting for.

“I want, oh shit,” you moaned as Steve curled his fingers in a particular way that had you melting beneath him, “your cock, Steve, fuck yes, I want your cock.”

“Good girl.” He mused, fingers still brushing against that spot, thumb still rubbing at your clit, “Want me to fuck you dumb, huh? Fuck you so deep you forget how to speak?”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the filth that was coming out of his mouth. Pussy clenching around his fingers, you were about damn near ready to burst, your third orgasm rolling over your spent body.

“Yeah, yes,” you wailed, “pleasepleaseplease.”

Steve smirked down at you as he continued to fuck his fingers into you. You writhed against the sheets as your back arched into his touch, body shaking from the overstimulation as you closed your legs around his hand.

He waited until you stilled to remove his fingers, lips coming to brush against your cheek, moving to pepper kisses along your bare shoulder. Steve moved a little more gently this time, knowing you were a little more wrecked than the last one.

Steve removed his boxers before settling between your thighs again. Cock hard and thick, tip a pretty pink and leaking beads of pre-cum. He spat in his hand before pumping himself a few times, smothering his cock in the saliva.

He lined himself up with your puffy pussy, tip teasing your entrance. Steve’s large palm came to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing over the skin softly, “Ready, angel?”

It was funny, you thought, how easy it was for Steve to switch from cocky and teasing to soft and gentle. But it wouldn’t last, you knew that, not with the mood it seemed he was in tonight. You nodded nonetheless.

Steve pushed his cock inside, inch by inch until he buried inside you to the hilt. You both groaned out at the stretch, your velvety walls swallowing his cock so tightly.

“Oh, fu-uck,” Steve groaned, drawing out the last word. He gripped your hips tight as he hung his head, his hair flopping down into his eyes, “pussy’s so fucking tight.”

Your pussy fluttered around Steve’s cock, your hands fisting the sheets either side of you as he began to roll his hips against yours. He started slow but deep, hips snapping against with a slap, Steve’s heavy balls brushing against you with every stroke.

You felt so full. Steve’s cock was fat and filling you up just right, the tip brushing against that spot within. Your head felt light and fuzzy, thoughts too overwhelmed with how fucking good Steve was making you feel. The only thing on your mind was Steve Steve Steve.

“Does that feel good, honey? Like it when I fuck you hard and deep?” Steve breathed out, his eyes dark and lustful.

He towered over you, holding himself up with his hands either side of your head. His forehead came to rest against yours, his cock fucking in and out of you at a unrelenting pace.

You couldn’t muster any kind of coherent response, your breath shaky and voice raspy from how loud Steve was making you. So you whined and whimpered, crying out strings of curses and mumbles of the boy’s name.

“Shit, baby, I’m barely getting started and you’re already all fucked out, hm?” Steve wrapped his fingers around your jaw, thumb rubbing across your bottom lip.

Wrapping your lips around his thumb, you sucked. Eyes fluttering closed as Steve continued to thrust into your sopping cunt hard, a strangled moan humming from the back of your throat.

Steve groaned at the feeling of your tongue lapping at his thumb, jaw slack and mouth hanging agape, “Like it when I fuck you stupid, yeah? Pretty little thing.” Steve moaned gruffly.

The boy grins when you can only strangle out a whimper. Your eyes turned glassy, your insides twisting at how his cock was bullying your pussy. You huffed out a whine as Steve brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing messy circles into the nub as you clenched around him.

Your nails nug into Steve’s bare biceps, surely leaving him with scratches in the morning. You garbled out a noise, a half moan, half wail as his thumb kept at your clit, “S’too much?”

“Steve,” you whimpered, back arching off the bed pushing your tits against his chest, “please, I can’t—“

“Come on, baby, you can give me one more, can’t you?” Steve cooed, smattering sweet kisses all over your face. He gripped your legs with one hand, pushing your thighs up against your stomach.

The pressure in your stomach was building once more, your clit throbbing and swollen. You cried out beneath Steve, his cock splitting your aching pussy out so far, his ministrations on your clit making your poor cunt give out. You gushed around Steve’s cock, your body shaking.

“Oh,” Steve hushed, “good girl, that’s it,” his hips pistoning at an unbearable pace, tears welling in your eyes at the sensation, “cum all over my cock, baby.”

The boy chased his own high desperately as your body lay spent on the bed. Steve buried his face in the crook of your neck, breath fanning across your skin and his thrusts became sloppy, hips stuttering against your own.

“Oh baby,” he whined, “just like that, pussy’s so fuckin’ sweet.”

Steve’s face contorted as he let out the prettiest moan, a low rasp of his voice as his abs clenched. His own climax rolling throughout his body, ropes of hot cum leaking into your puffy pussy.

His hips only stopped when the stimulation became a bit too much, pulling out of you with a hiss. Steve’s chest heaved as his forehead was slick with sweat, cheeks flushed a pretty pink. His eyes returned to their usual soft, warm brown, his features soft as he took in your tired form.

“Hang in there, love,” he whispered against your cheek with a chuckle, running off to the bathroom to get a damp towel.

Your head was still a little fuzzy, a little spaced out as your breathing returned to normal. You winced as Steve pressed the cloth to your core gently.

“Sorry! Sorry…” he hushed you, a little smirk tugging at his lips, “a little sensitive, hm, baby?”

You whined with a giggle, arms covering your blushing cheeks, “Stop teasing, Steve.” You grumbled.

“Sorry, angel,” Steve chuckled, pressing a kiss to your knee.

[nobilisseoblige]

@hermidetta replied: 🎄mistletoe mini bernadetta is awful at this. awful at everything. she hadn't made it ten minutes down the decked halls before a clamor of a dismissed lecture wrung a shrill squeak out of her, having her dive head first into the nearest crate with more soft objects than sharp to cushion her fall. the wooden lid of it had been so promptly yanked over the top that her palm had snagged a splinter in the act—but good crates like good wives do not make noise, so this one bites back her whimper and sniffle. and before long, there is ferdinand von aegir. it all happens so fast. decorative pieces are tumbling out of the crate, count varley's included. but ferdinand, kind as he is, catches bernadetta as much as propriety would allow. he is so loud, yet gentle where it counts. there have been plenty of times bernadetta had been too caught up in her snowballing panic to stop and call upon the common sense she did have at heart, but ever since that day at her door she had spent hour after hour reflecting. it would be a boldfaced lie to say she had been able to move on from the exchange—that it hadn't haunted her night and day, the way she had failed to answer ferdinand then, the way she had failed to thank him for his uninvasive kindness, and the way he had ultimately respected her desire for distance. he is actually bothering to pluck the scraps of litter off of her, trash, and her mouth opens to scream out an apology when ferdinand beats her to a shout. her eyes follow his gaze, up t—o? OH?? mistletoe. at this point they're both stammering, floundering, beet red in their faces. but ferdinand is the first to form a coherent sentence—and it silences bernadetta in an instant. it's not you, he says. but of course it is. it has never not been her. bernadetta's expression falls, her throat closing up. it had not been that she had expected or even anticipated anything—of course she hadn't; she had been balking in the face of such a dare, thinking about how to weasel out of it just as much as ferdinand had clearly been doing. just because she writes about kisses in her stupid stories doesn't mean she has to experience any even if sometimes she imagined what they might be like just a teeny tiny bit—

but ferdinand is reacting in a way that bernadetta already knows like the back of her father's hand. the antsy chatter, the uncomfortable shifting, the darting gaze of a noble boy who wants to be anywhere except near bernie. and it is so humiliating—it always is; how could it not be, not even a little bit? no matter how much she hated herself. no matter how much she had already resigned herself to being unmarriageable and unlovable, once upon a time there had still been a girl in that husk who had wanted a normal girl's happiness. "it's—um, it's fine. it's fine! i believe you," she manages to croak, palms waving in front of her in anxious dismissal. great. now her splinter is beginning to throb. "nobody wants to kiss bernie." seiros and great saints indeed, because bernadetta had not meant for that to sound so pathetic. no—at best it sounded pathetic. at worst it might have sounded like some ploy to guilt ferdinand into kissing her after all, and bernadetta is not only too dim but too tired for odd chess games like that. were her palm not injured she would slap it right over her face. instead she continues to wilt. "n-no, i mean, not that i care! no! i didn't mean that in a weird way! just—!" bernadetta is awful at this, everything, anything under the sun. everything is awful. her ears and neck are burning with shame; her eyes feel wet, she wants to bury herself back under her covers and never come out. her life is over. she's made a fool of herself in front of ferdinand von aegir, and her only solace is that he is ferdinand von aegir; she wants to hope he would not react too cruelly, but bernadetta is so used to cruelty over pity that she cannot quite tell which is worse between the two. just when she thinks to abandon it all and flee, there are fingertips on her lips. bernadetta blinks once. twice. confused eyes cross for that fleeting moment of contact. then violet lashes flutter a few more times in such rapid succession that the act bats away her tears. … was ferdinand telling her to shut up? no—no, her vision may have been watery just moments ago, but she had vaguely followed the path of his fingers from start to finish. and bernadetta thinks she understands—maybe. she sits there just as awkwardly as him. maybe it is just the both of them. and maybe she can say what she needs to say, at least, before thinking to leave. "i'm sorry," bernadetta blurts before her brain can convince herself otherwise. just like that, the words come streaming out. "i'm sorry i was mean, i didn't mean to be mean— i'm really sorry that i told you to go away, i'm sorry for not coming to class, i'm sorry that you had to check on bernie. i'm sorry for scaring you. the decorations are pretty. i'm sorry for making you feel like—" wiry arms flail toward the ceiling like a flightless bird, "—like you had to do that just now, too." but most importantly, she squeaks with the last of her breath: "i'm sorry for not eating, but i really liked the tulip—i liked it a lot! i did. so, um, i'm sorry. th-that's all."

nobody wants to kiss bernie.

there it was, wretched emotion—the twist and pull of a dagger lodged between his ribcage. in his earlier years, he did not think to name it his own blade, because it felt so disjointed to the rest of his decisions that he thought he hadn't needed to worry about it once the offer had left his domain. but now, he was twice shy, worse than ever. "that's not true." defensively, his voice tried to bend around her, as if to protect her from herself. "you discount yourself…" but had he not done just as she said? had he not been the very same person to confirm her self-denigration?

though his fingers had lightly tapped her lips, the silence that followed was damning. someone, somewhere, was carrying on victoriously, having won their silent battles and conquered their silent foes. but he wished he could say the same about himself. about the both of themselves. there was never anything to defeat, between them, so he was always left to wonder if they were in good standing…

that is, until she makes one thing clear.

he blinked. blinks. why…

"are you really sorry for all that?" his voice lowered twenty decibels, so close to the floor he suspected it'd take root. "do you need to be?" sympathy grabbed him by the collar, holding him to a silent guilt he didn't know if he needed to have. shaking him. if she was flightless, could he have been but one reason for it? all sense of direction was uprooted, as he felt like he was all feathers, no wind. "no, Bernadetta, I am sorry."

"for making you feel like you need to apologize for any of that. for all that we are, I can see that it is because I continue to force my opinions upon you, when you're clearly faulting yourself for more than even I could fathom… I just… wished to see you do what's good for you. be what's good for you."

hearing her apologize for just about everything saddened him immensely, though he could only recently fathom why. she was so deeply set in her ways, head lowered and neck deep in the ground, that he has desired for her to strive to get to a steadier field—a greener one, where she could be herself. but every apology struck him low, carving out pieces of his conscience as though it had all been on display.

blinking once again, this time, to the sound of hope drumming in his ears, Ferdinand put her very last statement atop a pedastal. after all his sweat and tears, all the pushing of topsoil and concrete had been worthwhile. he found himself inexplicably hopeful, in a way he could scarcely hope before. if single tulip could break through the topmost layers, could this relationship move forward?

he so wished to see it turn to the sun.

before he could help it, he was caught smiling, heart strung on his sleeve until it was all but embroidered right beneath his wrist.

"is that so?" gently, his voice coaxed the silence into something else. into the shape of light, perhaps. into the shape of clouds, perhaps. "if that's the case, I'm glad. I thought of you when I picked it." bulbs so perfect and round, they resembled new beginnings (and a perfection he hoped to one day achieve.)

"I hope one day, you won't need to apologize for the world twice over. and that one day, you'll choose to do right by yourself."

untying the little red ribbon that had been attached to the sprig of mistletoe, he instead wrapped it around her pinkie finger.

"until then…"

[livelaughlovekny]

He comforts you

Notes: Modern AU , Gender neutral reader, 2nd person POV a/n: Not really sure how I feel about comfort fics but writing comforting/affirmative(?) words makes me feel better. Hope that this helps anyone out there!

  “Hey.” A pause. “ Are you free?” He could hear what you didn’t say. He immediately responded. “Yeah, the playground?” He was already getting himself dressed and picking up his keys. “Yeah.” You hang up. When he arrived at the neighbourhood playground, he saw you on the swings, staring at the ground. You had that expression on your face you always have when you are thinking about what happened and trying to figure out what was wrong. He takes the swing next to you and looks at you carefully, trying not to scare or overwhelm you. “Hey. Want to talk about it?”

  You swung your feet a little, moving back and forth. “I don’t know.” He waited. He knew that you would speak, you just needed a moment to get yourself ready. “I don’t know. I- I just- I don’t know.” Your head was swamped with thoughts, unable to focus on swinging, you stopped. “I just- I don’t know. I- I’m so sorry, I can’t explain myself and there’s just like stuff I- I don’t know, I have so much but like if I can’t I-” You struggled to form a coherent sentence; your thoughts were starting to overwhelm you. There was too much happening too fast.

  Muichirou nodded his head. “Take your time. You can start small. Do you want me to guide you a little?” You nodded your head, desperate to get your thoughts straight. “How did it start?” Silently, you recounted what happened in your head and struggled to get the words out. You didn’t know how to explain yourself. He looked at you calmly. “I won’t judge, take it slow. You can always add on later. I will listen.” Right, yes, you don’t have to get everything out at once. You take a deep breath. “I was supposed to be doing homework but I wasn’t. I was texting my friends. My mother started telling me how she needs me to tell her when I want to use my laptop and phone for leisure activities. She said I only had a total of two hours a day.” Your words got stuck in your throat.

  Humming softly to acknowledge your words, Muichirou asked, “I see, how did that make you feel? Just your feelings, you don’t have to provide an explanation if you can’t at the moment.” Collecting yourself, you answered, “Annoyed. Very annoyed and frustrated.” You pause before continuing, “I- I don’t remember why. Everything feels so jumbled up together and like all mushed up. I can’t remember anything.” Your anxiety started to return and you were starting to detach from reality, struggling to stay afloat in your ocean of thoughts. He reached over and tentatively placed his hand on yours. “Come back, you don’t have to be alone with your thoughts. Take it slow. Let’s try another question. Which part of getting your laptop and phone restricted annoy you the most?”

  Getting pulled back into the real world and for a short moment, out of your thoughts, you blinked slowly, trying to calm down. “I think it’s because I’m getting too reliant on them. Especially my laptop. I need to listen to music to do most things. I need a nice distraction but not too much and I need to be able to control it. I think. It’s so hard to complete my work and tasks on time. I can’t focus. It’s just so hard. I need to like, switch between work and rest. I feel so mad at myself but I can’t help it and it’s just so tiring.” You had so much more to say but you couldn’t get it out.

  Muichirou stared at you calmly. “I get what you mean. It is tough to concentrate on stuff for long periods of time. You haven’t been feeling well for a long time, correct?” You nodded your head, feeling the need to elaborate on that too but couldn’t. “Don’t worry, you can tell me how you feel later. I understand that you find it very hard to focus on things and that’s alright, it’s not easy constantly feeling like you have to fix and prove yourself and get things done on time. It’s also okay to not know what caused you to be anxious.” And then, it was like something within you snapped.

  Tears started sliding down your cheek. Noticing your tears, Muichirou got up and hugged you. You start sobbing harder. “It’s just that I feel so angry! And I’m just mad at myself for being mad! It’s honestly my fault but I can’t help it and I feel so awful and!” Your words spilled out and stumbled against each other; you sounded incoherent yet he understood what you wanted to convey. Gently pressing his palm against your back, he slid it down and up to sooth you. “I’m here. I’m not going to leave.”

  “I may not be able to take away your pain but I hope I will be able to help you overcome it. It’s not easy carrying all that pain yourself, you have been very brave. I’m proud of you.”

a/n: didnt manage to work on my requests these few days due to school stress but its been worked on a little!! :0 might make this a series/collection where the situations are a little more details perhaps?

[beingdreeyore]

Working from home today, but not by choice. I know I am fortunate to have this option, but this isn't the day I usually do this and it's thrown me out. I didn't want to be here today.

Physio this morning. Usually it feels like catching up with a friend. We laugh and joke the whole time. But this morning I was just moody, difficult to get a smile out of. I know why. It's because I'm exhausted. These 2am wake-ups continue and I don't know why. And my back hurts again.

Things are unsettled inside me. I just want to sleep and be left alone. I didn't feel like that yesterday. Today it's just tipped into too long without enough sleep. Perhaps it's better I'm at home.

I caught Z loudly walking past and peering in my door yesterday. He hesitated, went to stop, gave me an unsure smile. I managed to smile back. "Stop!" my brain willed him. But he didn't. He hesitated and then kept walking. Two more weeks and we will be out of each others lives forever. It begins again. This endless trail of men I wanted to beg to stay in my life, but they all leave. He's just the latest.

How much of this is exhaustion talking? How much would be there anyway?

My last two practice exams have been horrific and I don't know why my marks have dropped so much. Lack of sleep, yes, but that far? It's creating a lot of anxiety. Even now, I'm sitting here writing this instead of a practice essay because I'm too tired to string a coherent sentence together. It's too much of a chore today. Psychiatry has a chequered history. There is good and bad. I know I need the practice, but how many times can I write variations on the same essay, never knowing if it's good enough?

It's just one of those days. These days remind me why sleep interference is used as a torture tactic. The world is awful and nothing makes sense. But it's nothing that can't be fixed with sleep. That's what I keep reminding myself.

It will all be better as soon as I can get some sleep...

[alilbihh]

!!!!! um... I don't know if you want to write about new ones or not... but I also can't think of any new ideas since I'm freakin out a bit but I'll do some more thinking so.... um... a short little drabble or maybe a snippet of their lives in spring leaves after they confessed, how life is fr them now....?

i had a really fun time with this one, thank you to my designated spring leaves fan for requesting :) I hope it's up to your standards!!

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There is a quiet peace in marriage that you’re still coming to terms to.

It goes beyond learning each other’s habits, or making time for each other, or even whispered words of love. It is more the realization that you are loved— the knowledge that you can take care of yourself, but now, you are creating a space where you can take care of each other. That you could be trying to open a particularly difficult pickle jar and Jimin could take it and say “Let me help you,” that in it, there exists a prayer for which no words are said: You could do it yourself, but why should I let you, when I am here, and you are loved?

That being loved in this way is a choice, one that you both continue to choose.

Jimin chooses this, still, as he runs in tune with your pace, when you both know he could leave you in the dust.

(That morning, a gentle arm tries its best to slip out from under your head without waking you. When you groggily come to, even in your haze you can see the guilt on Jimin’s face. 

“Sorry,” He says, pulling his arm out the rest of the way to run a hand through your hair.

“S’okay,” you croak, cupping the back of his head to pull him back down to bed. He’s smiling as he complies, lets himself be pulled, be held, and when you wrap your arms around his neck, he wraps his arms around you, too.

Just as you’re trying to gather your thoughts into one coherent sentence, Jimin pipes up from where his nose is pressed into your shoulder, body twisted into an awkward angle as he leans into you, “Gotta go.”

“Where?” You say, then, “Oh. Running? Don’t go. Let’s cuddle instead.”

You feel his lips move before the words are even formed, feel the way they curve into a smile. “I can’t. And we cuddled all night already.”

“So what? Are you tired of me? Am I not appealing to you anymore?”

“So dramatic.” He laughs quietly. “You could always go running with me.”

You think for a second. It’s not like you don’t want to keep him company, moreso that if you were to try and get up, you’re pretty sure your legs would turn to jelly. You would barely walk, let alone run, given that it’s—you squint at the clock(oh my god, is that a seven?)— well. Very early.

Except.

“I’ll run with you.”

Jimin blinks. “What?”

“Yeah. Cuddle for thirty minutes and I’ll run with you.” He gives you a dubious look. “I’m serious! Set an alarm. Thirty minutes.”)

As he stops you from snoozing the alarm for a third time and practically puts your shoes on for you, you’d already accepted the fact that he’s well built. Jimin stretches, and jogs, and lifts, and it’s not like you can’t run, rather that you’d prefer to be doing, well, anything else.

Still, he works to match your pace, a gentle rhythm on the pavement as you make your way around the house, through the garden, past the greenhouse. Not through the forest like he usually does, since it’s dry around this time of the year, and the fungi would rather be left alone.

Well. A water break would be nice.

“We’re almost at our bench,” He’s saying, and you’re struggling to understand him past the need to lie down on the dirt and die. “We could rest up a bit and continue, yeah?”

“Good. Good plan.”

You practically collapse on the bench. You’ve sat here plenty of times, what with the way it sits neatly between the garden, the hydrangeas and the back of the house, but never have you felt so relieved to have leftover humidity and dried up dirt on your butt. You pat the bench in thanks. Good bench.

Your head lolls against his shoulder. “I don’t like you.”

“You offered to come! We made a fair transaction!” He laughs, his skin sun-kissed and sweaty and pretty. He leans his head over yours, “C’mon, it’s just a mile left, back the way we came.”

“A mile? Still?”

“It’ll be quick! We can walk the rest of the way.”

Your voice is muffled from how your cheek is pressed to his shoulder, “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of going on a run?”

“If you can be a smartass that means you don’t have to sit anymore,” He feigns getting up long enough to draw a whine from you, and he’s laughing when he leans back. You move to glare up at him indignantly, and take the opportunity to stare. He’s so bright. The sun rose twice this morning.

You bump your forehead back against his shoulder, and he seems to take that as an opportunity to kiss the crown of your head, hands working their way over your arms and down to your hips. “Still don’t like you,” You grumble.

Another kiss. “What was it you said to me yesterday? Something like...'You’re weird and that’s why I like you?’” Jimin presses a trail of them up to your jaw, letting them linger.

“A lapse of judgement.” You say, but you’re melting into him anyway, and when he laughs, it rumbles through his chest and down your throat all the way to the tips of his hands where they now touch your bare skin, the very edge of where hip meets belly.

“Brat,” He smiles against your neck, half-whispered. His hand trails down further until it reaches your fingers, playing with your wedding ring. Something fond flutters in your chest. “Do you ever think about our wedding?”

“All the time,” You say, voice embarrassingly breathy, but you’re too scraped raw to come up with excuses for it. “Still dream about it sometimes, too.”

“Yeah?” He says, soft, but there’s a trepidation, there. Like he’s still trying to find the best way to words his thoughts. You love that about him, so you hold his hand back, letting both your rings tap together delightfully, giving him the space to think. After a while, he continues, “I still regret those first few months. How I treated you.” You open your mouth to reply, take a breath and everything, but he pinches the skin of your hand to stop you, “I know you say I shouldn’t, but I do.”

Because that’s the thing about Jimin: he gives too much of himself away, loves too openly, too eagerly. Never asks to be more comfortable, as long as the other person is. His heart stretches to make room until it bleeds, like a mother’s womb, and you’re worried about what will happen if it ever were to stretch too thin.

(You’d told him, once— you don’t have to please anyone, you know— and, please, put yourself first sometimes, Jimin smiled, a little sad, said: I don’t know how, anymore.)

“I never blamed you for it.” You’re so close you can feel each time he draws a breath. It’s soothing. “There was nothing to forgive.”

“You say that, but. But.” He makes a soft noise. “I didn’t make it any easier.”

I am very much in love. It’s not new, nor a belated sort of realization. It was a belated realization at one point, surely, but not now. Now, it’s as worn through a fact as any other you know, something else to tuck away for safe-keeping.

You are in love, and so is he, and so even if the beginning was rough and unfair, everything that happened in your life that led up to it has been worth it.

You hold him a little tighter. “Not everything can be easy.”

For a moment you both sit there, listening to the gentle breeze, the distant sounds of the waking world. There’s a far-off chirp, like that of a baby bird learning to sing, and overhead, the early morning dew is giving way to a foggy sky. Spring is on its way again. Each one is getting easier than the last.

After what feels like a long time, Jimin raises his head. You stare. Not everything can be easy, but this is. Loving Jimin is the easiest thing in the world.

“Do you want to get married again?”

For a moment, you feel the world’s axis start to tilt towards the sun.

“What?”

He smiles, something slow and tentative. “Wll you marry me?”

Inexplicably, you laugh. “Again?”

“Again.”

“Jimin.” You feel Jimin grow in happiness. You feel like you’re growing, too. “If this is because you feel bad—”

“No. I want this.” He draws circles over your fingers, tightens his hold. “I want this very much.”

Never has the world felt so vibrant, and so, so lived in.

“I think.” You breathe. “I want that, too.”

(“Can we celebrate both anniversaries?”

“Brat.” Jimin laughs, all curled up around you. Has he always been this warm? “I’ll make sure to schedule the wedding on the same date as before.”

“What the hell!”

He’s still laughing as he kisses you, both hands cupping your neck, and there’s no hesitance in how he loves you.

You think, for a moment, about how every question you had about loving Jimin has been answered: He smiles into his kisses. He rolls his head back when he laughs. And—

He tastes like the sun.)

[avinwrites]

A Run of Bad Luck || Tracy x reader

Synopsis: You're having a horrible day, thankfully, Tracy is there to cheer you up!

Pain woke you up in the morning as you fell out of bed onto the cold, hard floor, leaving a tender bruise on your shoulder. You left your room with your shoes untied, causing you to almost trip down the stairs, but you managed to grab the banister before you stumbled face first down however many stairs were left in front of you. Before going to breakfast, you checked on how many matches you had scheduled. Just one. At the table, you were lucky enough that no one talked to you. You weren’t sure you’d be able to form a coherent sentence. 

Now, you are decoding a cipher machine, and you feel the beginnings of an intense heartbeat deep within your chest. Despite the Lawyer informing the team that the hunter happened to be near him, here you were, your bad luck streak continuing, with The Disciple right on your tail. With only a short yowl as a warning, Ann’s cat latched onto your back. Not even a second later, she stunned and hit you. You attempt to throw down a nearby pallet. Ann hits you again, leaving you incapacitated before any ciphers have been completed. Now you’re embarrassed. You rubbed your shoulder which still hurt from falling out of bed, and awaited a rescue. 

You spot Vera out of the corner of your eye coming towards you, ready to rescue. 

“You really couldn’t have contained the hunter for at least one cipher?” She chided as she approached, readying her perfume. 

“I’m a little tired, sorry, Vera.” You couldn’t help the bitterness in your voice.

“We are all tired. That’s no excuse.”

Vera pulls on the ropes tight against you. Ann, with a strike that you can't tell if it's well-timed or lucky, hits Vera and instantly downs her. 

You manage to refrain from saying anything rude, though the temptation is almost overwhelming. Thankfully, Ann takes Vera elsewhere, so you no longer have to resist. The time you have left dwindles. With only a few seconds to spare, Freddy pulls you from your chair too harsh for your liking, but you are aware that they’re both upset with you. 

“Go decode.” He spits the words at you. You don’t say anything in response, running off and letting him rescue Vera. You run to a cipher. It can’t be decoded. You almost scream in frustration as you have to run even farther, tired and hurting, to actually get anything done. 

The cipher you run to is occupied. Just your luck.

“Sorry.” You start to run off again before you’re interrupted.

“Wait… come here.” Tracy’s soft voice stops you. You comply, allowing her to take care of you. “Hey, are you ok?” She questions once she notices your intense shaking.

Again, your emotions control your actions as you try as hard as you can to conceal your agitation.

“Look, I’m fine. Let's just decode.”

“Wait a minute.” She responds, her tone light. She takes your hands off of the cipher, rubbing them pleasantly with her thumbs “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You can’t meet her eyes. “I didn’t sleep well, and I made a simple mistake that everyone’s blaming me for, it's a little frustrating, sorry for taking it out on you.”

“You didn’t take it out on me. It’s ok,” She brings you into a hug before continuing, “Take a deep breath, we’ll get through this, it’s not your fault that they aren’t in the best moods anyways.”

Together, the two of you take a few deep breaths, then get back to decoding.

“And I don’t blame you for anything.” Tracy adds, moments before the cipher is completed. 

“Thank you, Tracy.” You hug her again, then run off to decode alone.

“One more thing!” She yells after you, you stop for a short moment. Holding up her hands, she bends her fingers into a heart shape. “I love you!”

Maybe your luck isn’t so bad!

If people don't tell me what to write, you will only get tooth-rotting fluff with my favorite characters >:3

[sh1-n0bu]

Wanderer x GN! Reader [Smut]

《●Important/Warning: -(N/N) is the nickname you gave Wanderer -Y/N is you as per usual -Power bottom(?) Scara, mentions of rough sex, This smut can be read by anyone of any gender/Sexuality, Soft and fluffy sex -ooc Wanderer? -!!!NOT PROOFREAD●》

♧|🍦anon: I'm too scared to make an actual account for these stuff💀 I hope you don't mind me sharing my imagination in here. Maybe next week I'll make a writing acount. Oh, Can I change my anon name to "Creampuff Anon"? OH GOD MY CLASSMATES WERE BEHIND ME WHILE WRITING THIA OH JESUS|♧

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Oh poor boy Wanderer.

He was tired.

Once he tried to fuck you, He couldn't keep his position.

He whines on your neck, his dick was so sensitive.

As his lover, you decided to take care of him this time.

Once you got on top of him he was expecting for you to go all out. Fucking him till he's stupid to the point where only thing he knows is your name. Fucking his ass and slapping him. Him sucking you off for hours as his painfully hard cock rocks back and fourth on the bed. Oh you know, just small thoughts of possible paybacks to when 'Scaramouche' went rough on you all these times.

But oh was he wrong.

Even though he was under you, under your mercy, you gave him some sense of power. Obeying his please and demands, Riding him to his hearts content. Being oh so good for him. Bouncing on his cock, his mouth agape as he tightens his grip on your thighs. His eyes are shut, strands of hair sticking on his forehead.

He's so lost, You did fuck him dumb but in a good way.

You panted the nick name Traveler gave him, "Hmmm... (N/N), Are you gonna cum? I want to cum with you.." you whispered.

"Yes c-cum with me..♡now–!♡" The grip on your thighs hurted but wow. It felt good at the same time.

You almost lost your balance, "Are you okay? Should I get off or stay?"

Your obidience, your kindness, your worry, your love.

It was all too much for him. He sighs pulling you close to him as he changes the position slightly, wrapping his arms and legs around you.

He will give you a reward after this.

"Oh? Are you still hard?" He didn't even notice he was grinding on you.

"Please, Let me take care of you until you're satisfied."

"Y/N– Hmph–!♡" You caught him off guard, climbing on top of him again, "(N/N)? Sorry. Should I stop?"

"N-no its not that.. I just-" he wasn't able to finish coherent sentences, Especially when you kept that eye contact with him. Keep it up and he'll cum earlier than expected.

" 'Just' ?"

"Just that, you're too good." He tried sitting up to kiss you.

"So... you want me to continue?" You smirked.

"...Yes." without wasting another moment you gave him pleasure until he slept soundly.

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♧|🍦 anon:  It's the parental issues me and this man has okay I want to give him some good fluffy sex mkAYYY

Also part 2 will be out pretty soon, Writing smut is way faster cause you're just Horny |♧

yes yes yes yes yes yes yes fucking god yes. soft sex my underrated beloved♥️

[imaslutforremusandsirius]

Mutual longing

It’s 03:43 and I missed writing James, uf i love this one

Warning: 18+

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Oh, James is a breathtaking sight. With his dark hair and twinkling eyes, his tall toned body and charming smile. His smooth voice and irresistible accent. He is the whole package.

Lost in thought you imagined him fucking you against the wall, his big hand over your mouth to contain your moans as he pounded you aggressively-

„Hey“ Lily chirped, leaning over the table to give you a friendly hug, „Sorry I‘m late, head girl shit.“

You hugged her back, acting as if you didn‘t just imagine getting absolutely railed by the fellow head boy.

„Don‘t worry ‘bout it. Haven‘t been long anyway.“

Lily rolled her eyes and gave you a teasing smile.

„Knowing you, you probably showed up fifteen minutes early to be polite. You can give me shit you know, I deserve it.“

You laughed lightly before you furrowed your brows dramatically and held up a finger much like Professor McGonagall when she lectured the marauders again.

„Lily Evans you little shit. Hopefully you will have a long dreadful nightmare for the shit you put me through!“

Lily smirked at you and nodded, impressed with your choice of words.

„That would be James trying to hug me again, so no thank you.“ She clapped her hands. „Right, lets start.“

You couldn‘t help but think of just how fucking hot it would be to be in James‘ strong arm. Breathless moans and impatient hands tugging down your skirt. His hands all over your body, slowly moving down towards your-

Fuck.

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Sometime during your meetup Remus appeared and sat down with you. Then came Peter. With him Sirius and of course James.

„I swear Black if you don‘t shut the fuck up“ Lily said forcefully, very close to yelling, „I‘m gonna beat your stupid face with this book!“

Sirius’ wand fell from between his clenched jaw, he was trying to impersonate a growling dog, and he rolled his eyes.

„Calm down, Evans. Besides, Remus would totally not appreciate that, considering my face is number one in his list of“, he cleared his throat theatrically, „Reasons why Sirius Black is the most enchanting being I‘ve ever fucked.“

Remus, already used to Sirius‘ crude remarks, just continued to read his book, his index finger tracing shapes on Sirius‘ palm absentmindedly.

„I agree“ Remus mumbled, missing the way Sirius blushed and melted with his next words, „Sirius is enchanting.“

Sirius, content with the attention he got, leaned his head against his boyfriends shoulder and finally shut his mouth. Lily smiled gratefully at Remus, who send her a wink, the corner of his lips pulling up slightly to show that he had said it on purpose. Not that they needed to know just how accurate Sirius had been with the list.

You threw a glance at James and saw him engrossed with his potions textbook, lips moving silently as he read through the pages. Taking the time to admire him from up close, you watched how his brows would furrow and ease up whenever he worked out a problem, how he would bite his lip in concentration or scratch his nose and push up his glasses when they slipped down his nose.

Truly handsome. Sex on legs.

Fuck why can‘t he just touch you already.

For someone who flirts on the daily he sure was oblivious to girls who were actually interested in him. And not gay, unlike Lily, who literally had a pin on her bag with the lesbian flag on it.

Might get a pin with “Fuck me James“ printed on it. Maybe then he‘ll know, you thought bitterly.

You had already planned a whole color scheme for the pins when a foot nudged your shin under the table and forced you out of your head.

„Need help“ James whispered and slid his worksheet over to you, „Please?“

Oh hell yes. No need to beg, Potter.

„Sure“ You said, congratulating yourself for sounding confident, „Give me a min.“

Reading through the question your took a moment to think about the answer, scribbling it down yourself instead of telling him. You weren‘t sure how long you could gaze into his eyes and act like you didn‘t have wet dreams about him.

Satisfied you looked back up and noticed him already looking at you, or more specifically your mouth.

A devilish idea crossed your mind. Oh, yes.

Acting as if you were still thinking, you bit your lip softly, tracing your bottom lip with your tongue to leave it glistening pink. James swallowed, hand loosening his tie and he lowered his head with blushing cheeks.

„Here“ You smiled, gently sliding the paper back to him and shivered a little when your fingertips touched.

His fingers had to business being so close to the top of the sheet, considering he was sitting across from you and could have just grabbed the bottom part. Hope flared in your chest when you saw him just as taken aback by the touch and you basked in the radiant grin he shot you from under his mop of hair.

Your stomach swarmed with butterflies and you let out a small breath, thighs clenching.

Oh James.

„I should get going“ You said after a while, not in the mood to study anymore.

James‘ head whipped up and he got up as well, packing his bag in time with you. Your eyes widened in surprise, but you refrained from making your excitement too obvious.

„Yeah me too, I‘m tired. Goodnight.“ James rushed and gently pulled you along by the strap of your bag.

The others just grumbled in response, Sirius fast asleep and drooling while Remus waved his hand dismissively. Lily muttered a quick, „I‘ll join in a few minutes“, which actually translates to hours.

Since the others aren‘t here I could have some alone time with James.

Oh shit, there goes your brain. It was really creative when it came to imagening James‘ moans, considering you never heard them before. Or his dick. Fuck.

You silently made your way upstairs and sadly it was an awkward one. Frankly you blamed James for being so hot that you literally had no clue what to say, not knowing that he thought the exact same thing. Sure he is all for, „Everyone can wear what they bloody want“ and he had proven that point by wearing skirts multiple times, but fuck-

You in that skirt has to be criminal by some kind of law right? Has to be a sin in some kind of religion? And don‘t get him started on your lips-

James shook his head to get rid of the mental images and focused on his breathing. Praying that you wouldn’t see his boner.

Somehow you had made it to the empty common room and turned to each other at the same time to say goodnight. Both of you had not considered the distance between your faces, which proved to be extremely short with your noses bumping painfully.

„I‘m so-“

Your words died down when James kissed you hard, his big hands - oh those big, callous hands you‘ve been dreaming about for weeks finally touching your cheeks to pull you impossibly close.

Stunned by his sudden desire to kiss you, you pulled your head away to look into his face and what you saw made you smash your lips on his and his back against the wall.

His quiet, absolutely submissive noises shot straight into your blood and you press your hips against his to hear more of it. His arms were wrapped around your neck, hands buried in your hair as he opened your legs with his knee to press his thigh between your legs.

The rough fabric of his pants made you shudder and your hands slid down his upper body until you got to his cock. James head sank against the wall with a dirty moan as you put your hand in his pants to touch him. Shit, his skin was so soft and hot and he already has precum on the tip.

James lips met yours sloppily as he pushed you backwards onto the couch and sank down between you legs on the ground, moving your feet to rest on the cushion. He clearly didn‘t have any more patience in him and made quick work of pushing your panties aside to rub his fingers against your soaking entrance.

„Come on, James“ You moaned, bucking against him when he finally pushed two fingers inside.

„Mmm look at you“ James groaned out, leaving kisses along your inner thighs and let out wanton sound when your cunt clenched around him.

You didn‘t care about anything but his fingers fucking you at this point, whining when the cool metal of his ring pressed against your clit. You jerked at the hot sensation of his tongue curling around your clit, greedily sucking your pussy lips into his mouth.

„Oh James!“ You whimpered breathlessly, pulling his face so close that his nose was smushed against your lower belly, feeling the vibrations of every moan he let out shoot directly to your cunt.

Pulling him up by his hair you kissed him again, panting into his open mouth when he kept pistoning his fingers into your cunt.

„Please let me fuck you“ James begged needily, brows pinched in longing to feel you around his throbbing cock, „Please I can‘t wait anymore!“

Instead of answering, you pushed his pants down with your heels and trapped him between your legs. James hissed in relief when he felt some kind of friction on his cock and eased himself inside.

„Oh“ James let out a broken whimper, head thrown back in sheer bliss, „Feel so good.“

You couldn’t answer, way to enamored with the way he stretched you open so deliciously, watching his cock push into your body. Oh fuck, the sight was so dirty and crass and yet you couldn‘t take your eyes off him.

„James“ You gasped with difficulty, „James please ‘m‘gonna cum!“

James bend your legs so they were over his shoulders and pounded you harshly, face screwed up in ecstasy with the way you cried out his name. Your moans cut off only to be replaced by sobs when the tip of his cock hit your g-spot over and over again.

„Yes yes yes“ James chanted, pressing his forehead on yours to stare at your dazed expression, „tell me how you feel!“

Your shook your head quickly, signaling him that you couldn‘t possibly form a coherent sentence, but his persisted.

„Tell me how you feel!“ James hissed, thumb suddenly on your clit and you broke.

„Good good so fucking good“ You cried, latching on his body to encourage him to fuck you harder.

„Prove it“ James moaned brokenly, „Cum for me!“

His other hand wrapped around your delicate throat and squeezed firmly, making you tip over the edge and cry out your release. James‘ orgasm made him tremble so violently that he couldn‘t hold himself up anymore, collapsing on your chest with a deep throaty whimper as he filled your cunt with his hot cum.

„Fuck yes“ James ground out, hips still pushing in and out of you, like he couldn’t bear the thought of stopping. He raised his head to watch you, his pupils still dilated, pink lips quivering with aftershocks.

James looked absolutely wrecked and satisfied. He stared at you as if staring at a goddess, nuzzling close to hear your heartbeat.

„You okay?“ James asked quietly and tucked himself back in to help you clean up.

„Yeah, perfect.“ You grinned, letting him help you up and pull you towards his dorm.

He gave you a playful smile, but you saw the slight nervousness in his eyes.

„Stay?“

God, yes. Finally. Fuck those pins, who needs them.

„Yes.“

[emeren]

zoom call- eren jaeger

pairing: eren jaeger x fem!reader 

word count: 1.7k

content warnings: smut, 18+, very slight degradation, voyeurism if you squint (not really though)

notes: i wrote this a couple months back before that video went viral on tik tok, but it was the only completed draft i had, so here we go! very rushed but hope you enjoy :) (also my first time writing smut lol) 

SUMMARY: eren is a little shit when it comes to letting you focus on your zoom classes, especially when you make it obvious you’re trying to ignore him

you lazily rubbed your eyes in response to the bright computer screen. the eight thirty lecture time was starting to wear down on your motivation. you sat, half asleep in front of your laptop, gaze drearily focused on the professor’s face. 

school had become utterly disengaging; hours spent scrolling through your phone and blatantly ignoring your professors. you briefly wondered if class was really worth it at all anymore. 

as your professor began to delve into their lecture on calculus, you could hear your boyfriend in the other room as he began to stir awake. you felt pretty bad, in all honesty. for as long as you’d known eren, he’d made it obvious that he loved nothing more than to sleep in. no matter how quiet you tried to be, it seemed like you woke him up earlier than he wanted every single morning. 

you cringed as you heard the bedroom door creak open, followed by the sound of his muffled footsteps. 

double checking that your mic and camera were indeed off, you turned to see your boyfriend standing sleepily in the doorway. his hair was down and messy; body only adorning a pair of grey sweatpants that sat tantalizingly low on his hips. his teal eyes were squinted with a tired annoyance. 

“sorry, did i wake you up again?” you whispered, despite the fact that no one on the zoom call could hear you. eren’s face creased into a frown at the question. 

“yeah, but s’alright,” he responded, voice thick with slumber. you offered an apologetic smile before turning back to your lecture. eren quietly left the room as you resulted to writing down some half-hearted notes, your brain absently drifting towards your plans for the weekend. 

about ten minutes had passed when you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around your shoulders, eren’s lips meeting your cheek in a morning greeting. 

his minty breath fanned across your face; you could see that he’d pulled his hair back into a messy knot from his reflection on the computer screen. though his warm gesture made your stomach erupt in butterflies, you were determined to pay attention to the class in front of you. eren took notice. 

“trying to stay focused, hm?” he mumbled as his mouth began to trail down to your neck, peppering the skin with light kisses. you groaned in slight annoyance, attempting to push him away.

“i need to take notes, eren,” you reprimanded. eren didn’t seem so easily swayed, however. 

his mouth found its way back to your neck, beginning to gently suck on the soft skin. you felt your face warm up at the sensation, an all too familiar ache between your legs. curse your boyfriend for being so goddamn horny all the time. 

“go ahead, m’not stopping you,” eren whispered hotly against the skin. you bit your lip as you tried to remain focused on whatever your teacher was talking about, but the words were going in one ear and out the other.

his warm lips began to shift down towards your collarbone and the place where your shirt interrupted the flow of bare, kissable flesh. 

eren’s large hand ran smoothly over the expanse of your right arm before coming up to cup your breast and giving it a generous squeeze. his nimble fingers pinched at your nipple through the fabric of your shirt, causing you to emit a low moan. your eyes snapped to his face in embarrassment over the noise.

eren had a smug look on his face, like he had just won some unspoken argument, the little shit. you glared up at him as he stood to his full height, teal eyes glancing to the computer screen as he momentarily considered something. 

“your camera is off, right?” he asked huskily. you swallowed before nodding. his question could only confirm what you already suspected he was going to do. 

placing either hand on the arm rests of the chair, eren leaned leaned over your body and glowered down at you. “good. can’t have anyone else seeing you the way i do, can we?” 

eren’s possessiveness sent a warm feeling down your spine. the thought of being his and his alone was enough to have you on your knees. you burned with anticipation as he feverishly brought his mouth down to meet yours. 

the kiss was heated and wet, his tongue lapping at your lips as it slipped into your mouth. you sighed contentedly at the sensation. acting on a sudden impulse, you wrapped your lips delicately around his tongue and began to suck gently on the exposed muscle, eliciting a loud groan from eren’s throat. as you pulled away, you saw his dilated pupils snap to the string of saliva connecting your lips. 

“take your shirt off,” you did as you were told, pulling the fabric from your body. eren’s eyes quickly scanned the expanse of your chest; his hungry stare causing the spot between your legs to throb. he dropped to his knees before you, making sure to maintain eye contact as he slowly brought his head to your chest, mouth desperately latching onto your breast. 

his tongue swirled around your hardened nipple, a small whimper clawing its way up your throat. you leaned your head back as you felt eren’s lips curl into a smirk at the sound. his teeth carefully grazed the nub before he pulled back; face slightly flushed and still so very smug.  

his large hands slowly lifted to the hemline of your sweatpants, cold fingertips grazing your hipbone. he looked up to you as he hooked his fingers under the waistline whilst jutting his chin upwards. “up, baby.” 

you lifted yourself briefly from the chair as he pulled your sweatpants down, allowing them to pool around your ankles. as you went to sit back down, you caught your reflection in the computer screen, wincing. it felt unbelievable that you were completely exposed while your zoom class continued in the background. you felt a wave of embarrassment wash over your body and had half a mind to tell eren to stop. 

the moment of doubt passed breathlessly as eren’s awfully cold and awfully long middle and ring fingers pushed past your underwear and teased at your entrance. your lack of attention must’ve been apparent; eren’s free hand coming up to roughly grip your chin, forcing you to look down at him. 

“pay attention, pretty girl,” he growled, teal eyes glinting seriously. his fingers teasingly swiped up to your clit, collecting your slick as they travelled upwards. you sucked in a breath as he brought the digits back down, circling around your cunt before slowly pumping inside. 

you meekly nodded your head, unable to form a coherent sentence as he curled his fingers upwards, hitting the warm spongey spot that made your toes curl. your body began to heat up, watching eren’s beautiful face as he fucked you with his fingers. his chin was turned slightly upward, lips parted. his digits slid in and out of you, picking up speed as a soft moan left your lips. 

“such a wet little bitch,” eren hissed as he shifted to gain more leverage. the pressure in your core began to build, only amplified by the addition of his thumb on your sensitive clit. “fuck, you’re so hot like this. should we show the class your pretty little cunt, hm?”

you closed your eyes as the warmth started to spread from between your legs into your stomach, release on its way. his fingers began to slow, a whine bubbling up from your throat.

“eren..” you whimpered, watching a scowl form on his face. his fingers pulled out completely from inside of you, the lack of contact making you ache in need. 

still gripping your jaw, he forced you to watch as he placed his long fingers between his lips, slowly sucking the remnants of you from himself. you bit your lip to repress a moan at the slight of his tongue gliding over his knuckles. he was hot and he knew it. 

he leaned forward, pulling your face down as he stood. his grip on your jaw tightened, forcing your mouth to pop open. he spat directly in your mouth, the warm liquid pooling on your tongue as he stared down at you.

“swallow,” he demanded, waiting as you let the bitter yet saccharine liquid slide down your throat. pleased, he released his grip on your jaw, a slight stinging where his fingers had rested. “good girl.”

his hands came up to the hemline of his sweatpants, gingerly yanking them down along with his boxers. you felt heat rush to your face as his cock came up to slap against his stomach. 

“can you stand up for me, pretty?” you nodded, eyes wide as his hand came down to lazily pump his dick. standing, you stepped out of your sweatpants and pulled your panties down, kicking them both to the side. 

eren’s eyes glanced to your laptop once more, pushing it as far back on the wooden desk as it would go. before you had the chance to question his motives, he roughly gripped your hips and spun you around, pressing you down onto the table. the cool surface made you shiver. 

his hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your neck to crane uncomfortably backwards. you could feel him positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance, the throbbing desire in you preparing itself to be stretched. he hesitated, staring at you darkly.

“beg for it,” eren’s voice was laced with a deep desire, eyes clouded with lust. you looked back at him through your lashes, lips slightly parted as his chest heaved. he could tell you were trying to rile him up. he yanked your hair slightly in retaliation. “beg for my cock to fuck you, baby.” 

“please,” you mewled, the aching in your cunt all to aware of him at your entrance, teasing you. eren raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. you swallowed deeply, the sound amplified by the strain of your craned neck. “please fuck me. fuck me so hard, eren.” 

a smirk danced across his features before he slowly stuffed himself inside of you, stretching and embedding within you. you hissed out in discomfort, never really getting accustomed to the sheer size of him. the slight pain started to dissipate as leaned forward while pulling your head back further by your hair. his hot breath fanned across the shell of your ear. 

“if you’re loud enough, i’ll let you cum,” with that, he dropped your hair and began to roughly buck his hips forward, the full feeling making your stomach burn. you moaned loudly as he slammed into you, picking up pace and stretching you nice and good.

his grunts were low and primal, melding with the sound of his hips smacking into your ass, hands burning prints into the skin on your waist. you felt yourself clench around his dick as he thrusted particularly deep, hitting that sweet spot that made tears prick your eyes. 

“you’re so pretty for me,” he grunted breathlessly. his pounding began to speed up, the sensation beginning to curdle in your cervix as you let out a string of curse words. eren fisted your hair again, the follicles stinging angrily as he brought his other hand forward to stuff his first two fingers in your mouth. 

the skin was warm and salty as you desperately sucked on his knuckles, frantic for the release you were craving as he abused your cunt. he pressed his fingers down on your tongue, allowing your mouth to fill with hot saliva. he groaned loudly at the sensation, his hips beginning to buck more senselessly. 

“pretty, pretty girl,” he moaned out, fingers pulling from your lips and bringing the saliva down your chin. you could feel your release fast approaching, aided by eren’s deep, purposeful thrusts that had you seeing stars. 

with one final plunge of his cock deep within your cunt, the release of dopamine crashed over your body, eren twitching as you unraveled around him. with a couple more sloppy thrusts, he was filling you up all nice with his cum, throaty groans ripping from his chest. 

the two of you sat in a breathy silence, cooling down from your highs together. eren pulled out, smiling lightly at the sight of his seed dripping from between your legs. he leaned forward, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

��better catch up on your notes, babe.” 

<3 <3 <3

[little-spoiled-brat]

may i request 3 and 10 w/ levi from your sfw prompts? also congrats on your milestone!!

WRITING PROMPT # 8:

"shh, you're safe"

"close your eyes, listen to my heartbeat"

pairing: levi x reader

cw/tw: mentions of sexual assault, angst but fluff in the end

- safe in his arms -

it was supposed to be a quick undercover mission, find the person, get the intel needed from them, rendezvous with levi and get back to headquarters.

this wasn’t part of it. you were not supposed to get cornered into an alley with the unwanted roaming hands of men around your body.

you could’ve — should’ve taken them down but fear overtook your senses and you froze on the spot. you tried to reach for the knife you had hidden but you couldn‘t — you were helpless.

your eyes were closed tightly, tears heavily streaming down your face as you were pushed up against the wall. a hand on your mouth to muffle any calls for help — for levi. your body trembled as the men took turns running their filthy hands on you, touching you in places with no permission.

”come on, sweetheart. we can have fun for a few hours” the man whispered in your ear as more tears fell down your cheeks when he attached his lips onto your neck.

”you’re a beautiful one, aren’t ya? look at this body" the other one said as he trailed his hands down your chest to your inner thighs. you whimpered when his hand came in contact with that area and you thrashed around to get him off but to no avail.

you almost accepted defeat, unable to do anything but close your eyes and cry while they had their way with you.

all of a sudden, the men were ripped away from you and you fell to the floor. you curled yourself up, unable to look at whoever saved you. the sound of grunting can be heard a few feet away from you as two bodies fell not long after.

“y/n?”

you slowly looked up, registering the voice of your lover in your head. levi extended his hand, giving you the option to reject as you looked down at it with tears in your eyes.

”levi“ you breathed out, crashing yourself in his arms. he cradled you ever so gently, softly shushing your sobs by running his hand through your hair.

”shh, you’re safe. you’re safe, y/n” levi assured as you fisted his shirt in your hands, afraid to let him go. after a few minutes, levi pulled away slightly so he could look at you.

”we need to get back to headquarters, are you comfortable with me carrying you-“ levi started but you gently cut him off by nodding your head. your knees felt weak and to be honest, you didn’t want to lose the feeling of levi’s arms around you even for just a second.

“okay then, tell me if you get uncomfortable and i’ll put you down” levi said, kissing your forehead and gently scooping you up in his arms. you buried your face into his chest, letting yourself be calmed by his familiar smell of black tea — his familiar smell of home.

levi left the alley you were in and started walking back to headquarters. thankfully, it was night time and you were still in trost so the journey back wasn’t long and didn’t create much unwanted attention from civilians.

the both of you arrived in headquarters a few minutes later, you offered to walk yourself just in case anyone else was up at this hour of the night but levi gently refused. he said that he didn’t care of anyone saw him carrying you, he was not letting you out of his arms.

you nodded in reply, letting him bring you inside the building of the headquarters. erwin and hange’s voices greeted the both of you the second levi stepped foot inside.

“not now“ levi growled, a threatening tone to his voice as he glared at both erwin and hange — erwin more than hange since he was the one who sent you to this undercover mission.

you needed to give your mission report to erwin but you were too shaken up to even form coherent sentences, let alone tell him every information you got from the mission.

levi brought you to his office, locking the door behind him as he sat down on the couch and set you down on top of him. you wrapped your arms around him tightly and he continued to run his hand through your hair soothingly.

”are you hurt?“ levi asked as you slightly looked up at him and shook your head. “j-just a bit s-shaken, that’s a-all“

levi released a sigh, wrapping his arms around you tighter and pressing kisses on the top of your head. you were tired but you took every remaining energy you have to not let your eyes close.

you knew that if you do end up falling asleep that you will be forced to relive what happened in the alley in your dream and you didn’t want that.

levi noticed the exhausted look in your eyes and your refusal to let them close. he gently cupped your cheek and made you look up at him.

“i know you’re tired. close your eyes, listen to my heartbeat. i’m not gonna let anything happen to you“ levi said, you stared at him for a second and realized that he just gave you a distraction — a lifeline if you will.

you nodded tiredly, pressing you ear against his chest and hearing the soft thumps of his heart underneath. you let your eyes fall close, the slow and steady beats from his chest bringing you solace.

”thank you, i love you“ you mumbled just before you let darkness take you into a peaceful sleep. your body relaxing, letting yourself be vulnerable once again because you knew that you will always be safe in levi’s arms.