#i mean idk if you can count 1.2K as a drabble

[acourtofladydeath]

The way I ran to this inbox!!!!!!!!!!!!! Given our recent discussion...I'd love to see some angsty feytamsand with a happy ending!!! Maybe forced proximity trope thrown in there? 💗

OK THIS IS VERY EXCITING.

Was I initially shooting for 500 words? Yes. Did I immediately know it would be 1K but still want it to be under that? Yes. Is it? noO. But that's okay! This is the first in what I hope will be a series of exercises where I learn to write and achieve my story goal in less words. In the end, I just had to take my hands off the keyboard and go with it in the spirit of the drabble exercise!

I sort of forgot about the forced proximity part of the request...but it's definitely angsty and leads to a HEA! I sincerely hope you enjoy "Live, and Be Happy." What is the first of what I think will be many polycule ACOTAR fics I write.

TW: mention of slight self harm

Read here on AO3 or under the cut!

A loud crash sounded through the main hall of the river house as Lucien burst through the doors, coat askew and breathing heavily. 

“What is it? What’s wrong?” Rhysand jumped from the couch where he lounged next to Feyre, who sat up and immediately asked, “is he okay?” 

Lucien stood hunched and disheveled, sorrow in his eyes as he looked between the mated pair before him. When he’d caught his breath enough to speak he could only get out a few words, “he’s not well,” before they were both heading out the door, brushing past him carelessly. 

“How was he when you last saw him?” Feyre asked as she rushed to keep up with her mate's frantic longer legs.

“Not bad enough to worry you.” 

Feyre scoffed, pacing past him to turn and face him, stopping Rhysand in his tracks. “That was not the deal, Rhysand. We agreed you could go see him in person without me until he felt ready if, and only if, he was okay in the meantime.” She stared down his violet eyes, unyielding in her anger and fear. 

Rhysand had continued to visit the Spring Court in hopes of helping Tamlin rekindle his control. They hadn’t counted on it rekindling other things as well. After one particularly long visit, Rhys had explained his former relationship with Tamlin before they’d become high lords.

After Rhys revealed their former, and newly sparked feelings, Feyre had started writing back and forth with the male she’d once hoped would become her mate, and was surprised to find her own feelings for him returning as well. Tamlin it seemed was happy to love them both, but his depression and the trauma he’d been dealt and never dealt with had taken its toll.

Rhysand’s violet gaze was full of emotion, pain for the male they both had grown to love again, fear for his condition, conviction to protect Tamlin, and shame from deceiving the female they both loved so deeply. Eventually, he bent under the solid will of Feyre’s stare, dropping his head toward the ground between them. 

“Take me to him” she said, a statement with no room for question, as she held her hand out to grab his own. Rhys quickly winnowed them to the place in Spring he knew Tamlin would be. 

Tamlin’s struggle with his own monsters had been going on much longer than he’d wanted to admit, and when he’d finally started opening up to Rhys about it after that one solstice, it was like a damn broke, drowning him thoroughly. Today had been worse than most. He and Lucien had been discussing how the courts were still healing from the Hybern War and Amarantha’s reign under the mountain, when he’d suddenly been triggered by a particularly bad bout of memories.

Unable to stop himself, he’d transformed into his beast, attempting to punish himself for being the cause of so much suffering. His friends, his courts, the other courts, and worst of all the suffering of the two people he held closest to his heart. 

When Feyre and Rhysand arrived, he was huddled on the floor of the cabin he ran off to to be alone, away from the prying eyes of his court. Both arms wrapped around his head and knees tightly as if he could hold himself together while his claws pierced into his skin, drawing thin streams of blood that flowed down his bare skin. He’d managed to stop harming himself most of the time, but still couldn't stop this one action to hurt both to punish his wrongs and to remind himself he was still alive. 

In the doorway, Feyre let out a soft sound somewhere between a gasp and a sigh, her tattooed hand rising to stifle the noise as she looked up on Tamlin for the first time in years. Rhysand moved forward slowly, his focus solely on the male before him. “Tam, it’s me,” he said as he slid onto his knees in front of the broken person in front of him, taking his tortured face between both his hands. 

As Rhys tried to tilt Tamlin’s face up toward his, he felt the male recoil away. Placing their voices together, Rhys spoke in a soft voice cracked with emotion. “Please don’t hide from me. I’m not scared of you. We want to help, Tamlin. Please let us help.” 

With that word, Tamlin looked up, his dulled eyes currently a deep, pained green. With a voice harsh and hoarse from what Rhys was sure had been hours of screaming, Tamlin spoke, “we? I thought Lucien left?”

Feyre had slowly walked into the cabin as Rhysand steadied her first love, until she was not standing a few paces away as she spoke. “He did, but he didn’t abandon you Tamlin. He came to get us, to get me.” Slowly, Tamlin turned to face her. Rhys’s hands still steadied him, one caressing his jaw tenderly, while the other softly ran across the spots Tamlin had punctured his shoulder. 

Unable to stay away any longer Feyre rushed forward the last steps, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms delicately, yet firmly around his neck. After a long moment, Tamlin spoke, his face buried in her neck. “Why are you here…why would you bother to care for me, Feyre…after everything I did.”

Feyre pulled back, one hand caressing Tamlin’s chin as the other reached to cover Rhys’s hand still rubbing the sore marks on his shoulder. “We are both here Tamlin, because we see you. Because we’ve been where you are, and you deserve someone in your corner as you work through this.” 

Tamlin seemed to scoff at that, as if he either believed he didn’t deserve to heal, or was incapable. “That doesn’t explain why you are here, either of you.” As he said the second part of the statement, Tamlin looked between the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court, sensing the cooling mist of Rhys’s magic that always seemed to calm him.

“We’re here because we love you, Tamlin.” Rhys’s smooth and soothing words hanging in the air between the three of them. Feyre spoke then, adding to her mate’s words, “both of us. You deserve to be loved.” 

Using her hand to tilt Tamlin’s chin up to meet her gaze. “Do you remember what you told me, after you brought Rhys back? You told me to be happy. You deserve to be happy too, Tamlin.”

Rhysand’s one hand rested on his mate’s back while she held Tamlin’s gaze, his other gently holding Tamlin’s neck, thumb brushing against his jaw softly, in the way he’d often done so long ago. “Let us help you come back, teach you to be happy again. The three of us.” 

Tamlin closed his eyes, a tear softly falling and being wiped away before it tracked too far. And for the first time since his father died, Tamlin truly felt like it was true, like he could learn to be happy. The three of them together could bring him back to life.

[beepboopkek]

— Practice makes perfect (F!Reader)

Including: Dr.Ratio x AFAB!Reader amab version has been posted! cw: !! NSFW !!, afab!reader, established relationship, pwp but barely, you call him veritas, cl1t slapp1ng, 0rga$m d3n1al, c0ckwarm1ng, dr is kinda mean, light degradation , kind of left at a cliffhanger?? idk, a little short, reader is doing math w/c: 1.2k a/n: HELLO IM BACK WITH ANOTHER DRABBLE first time writing for someone other than Jing Yuan so sorry if its not that good ue ue ue im still learning </3 anywyas i somehow got to a 100 followers which is both exciting and concerning but yeag hope u guys like this :3 &lt;3 NSFW BELOW THE CUT

“This simply won't do.”

Your boyfriend huffed in annoyance as your shaking hands continued to—(or well, at least tried to)— do the calculations for the question that shined brightly on the tablet resting on the table.

You couldn't decide whether to be mad at him or yourself for the predicament you were in currently.

— Sat prettily on his lap, your feet barely touching the ground and his cock snugly kept to the hilt within the confines of your pussy.

You exhaled shakily, your body shuddering as his fingers that were previously stimulating your clit were now simply resting atop it.

“Another mistake. How disappointing, I excused the last one but, you really are testing my limits now.”

His head was over your shoulder as he tutted and eyed the screen, watching every move you made and deducing what was correct and what was not.

“Maybe, if you'd let me focus I could—” 

– and suddenly, he raised his hand and landed a quick slap right on your clit.

Your body jerked in response as your words got cut off with a gasp.

The doctor's hand came back to rest on your clit, tapping it gently to soothe the pain from the slap. His other hand that was wrapped around your waist gripped you tightly as he leaned forward, pushing his cock at a deeper angle.

“If I hear another one of your remarks, things won't end well for you. Now, focus.”

You exhaled loudly in frustration as you forced your attention back onto the question, lifting the pen and continuing your calculations.

The both of you had been together for several years now, graduating from The University of Veritas Prime together— Your intellect was almost on par with his.

However, what you were doing now, though, was quite… questionable.

See, unlike him, you preferred the simpler life of teaching at a university. Getting into a guild or something of that sort had never really interested you. But, your boyfriend being… Well, The Veritas Ratio— he had his ways of convincing you to at least work on your mathematical skills to improve further the chances of you getting invited to the Intelligentsia Guild from the IPC.

So, he offered a simple solution.

Tutoring. One-on-one, of course.

… Which snapped you back to the current situation- you were dripping onto the chair on which the two of you were seated. The hard planes of his torso snug against your back.

“Another mistake.” His voice was low in your ear and you could almost feel the annoyance dripping from those words alone.

Fuck. You hadn't even registered what you were writing, your brain growing increasingly fuzzy with the way his cock pressed into all your sensitive spots.

He placed another slap on your clit, your body jerking in response as your pussy clenched around his cock.

“Start counting, Let's see how long you can keep up, hm?” 

“V—Veritas, do I really have to do t—”

Your body jerked as he landed another slap to your already tender clit.

“Address me properly.”

“Fuck— I'm sorry–”

You swallowed down your complaints, knowing it would result in only more punishment if you continued.

“That— that was three.”

Veritas smiled against your shoulder before pressing your hips into his and moving you just a little bit… but nowhere near enough. He kissed the shell of your heated ear,

“That's my girl, I knew you could do it.”

You moaned lightly as he drew circles on your frayed clit before giving it a gentle pinch and then taking away the stimulation altogether— Your heated body simmering down into a somewhat uncomfortable yet pleasurable state.

“Come on now, let's continue. You still have the whole test left.” 

You nodded shakily as you lifted the long-forgotten pen and started writing on the tablet.

This was the fourteenth question, sixteen more to go.

You managed to distract yourself enough to finish the question, The only sounds in the room were the quick taps from your pen and the occasional embarrassingly loud squelching noise from you that came as a result of Veritas moving to get more comfortable. As you finished, you waited with bated breath in hopes that he would say something.

“Is it—is it correct?”

Your boyfriend smiled before uttering a yes and leaning his head forward to kiss your cheek gently.

“Not bad… five points. So, you can be good for me, hm?”

Before you could respond, he spoke up again, “Complete the fifteenth question correctly and I'll consider letting you have an orgasm. How does that sound?”

“Please—”

A small pinch to your clit.

“It was a rhetorical question. Continue.”

You nodded numbly as you willed every fiber in your brain to focus on the question. 

Just as you were about to finish the last bit of the question you felt your boyfriend slowly beginning to massage your clit again, his lips attaching to your shoulder and neck— biting, kissing and licking as he pleased.

“Veritas— Aeons– Let me finish this, please.”

You realised your mistake a second too late, though.

Another slap, accompanied by a loud gasp escaped your mouth as you dropped the pen onto the table, your feet flexing as you processed the sudden mix of sensations that went through you.

“Count.”

Yep, you've just about crossed his limit.

“Four.” 

You steadied your breathing again.

A few beats of silence pass by and you finally finish the fifteenth question. Your breathing picked up again as you awaited Veritas’ next move.

“Half an hour. That's how long you took to finish fifteen simple arithmetic questions.”

He did not sound happy.

Before you could defend yourself, He grabbed you by the waist and stood up, setting your upper body on the table as the digital tablet dissipated.

Your feet were off the ground at this angle, meaning that his strength was the only thing keeping you steady on the table.

Veritas pushed himself deeper inside you as you arched your back, draping his larger frame over yours as he leaned down to talk right next to your ear.

“What would people think, hm? An esteemed professor with seven doctoral degrees reduced to a slobbering mess because of me?”

You only whined in response, your brain had long turned into mush— unable to comprehend anything but him. 

Neither you nor Veritas knew how you held on that long.

“Please— Sir– I did what you asked me to do.”

“I asked you to do 30 questions within half an hour. You managed only half of that.”

His voice was neither stern nor soft— just somewhere in between that you could only describe as– Veritas.

“I suppose, though, I did promise you that I'd consider granting you relief.”

Your face lit up at the thought of finally, finally getting your orgasm— The one that you had been denied for the past thirty minutes.

“Oh, such an adorable expression,”

He gathered both your hands and pinned them on your lower back, gripping them with one of his own. Veritas drew his hips back and thrust back in, moving you and the table ahead.

You moaned at the burst of pleasure, finally— “Tell me the answer to number sixteen.” Shallow thrusts that were just shy of where you were most sensitive. Asshole.You took deep breaths. “I don’t— fuck- know the question—” The digital tablet reappeared in front of you, the question glaring back at you as you whined pathetically. You felt the hand on your hip moving down to squeeze the swell of your ass. It was a warning.

Veritas planted his free hand into your hair and tugs, pulling your head back in a firm grip. “Answer me.”… Maybe accepting his offer wasn’t a good idea.

[echobx]

"It's almost as if Aphrodite herself sculpted you to taunt me with something I can never have."

hello??? why is this line actually so beautiful and so accurate rudy is so fineee

could you please write a fic or drabble based on this? like maybe they are best friends and he gets drunk at a party and ends up on her doorstep…or maybe she’s patching him up after he got in another fight? idk honestly it’s up to you but i think this is so cute and romantic like it needs a story!!

hope you’re having a wonderful day!!!

ahsjsjsk I'm so happy that you like it 😭😭💕💕 I'm just gonna be so bold and switch it from drunk!JJ to drunk!reader bc that is so much more like me and this is based on a dream I had so I'm gonna do a full on self insert right now for the first and only time ever.

Lowered Inhibitions - JJ Maybank × drunk!fem!reader

summary: y/n gets excessively drunk and forgets that she wanted to keep her crush on JJ hidden from the whole world, especially from him.

word count: 1.2k

warnings: drinking, swearing, self-doubt, throwing up

   Was it a bad idea to try to drink the German exchange student under the table? Maybe. Did you try it anyway? Fuck yeah. 

   But that's how you found yourself completely wasted while he was still standing, albeit a bit more wobbly than before, or maybe it was just you that was wobbling around. 

   “Oop,” you yelp and giggle, stumbling through the crowd of people at the house. You couldn't even remember where you were, just that you needed to see him. The object of all your dreams and desires. JJ Maybank. 

   “Jayyy,” you slur his name, almost screaming, trying to overpower the loud music. “JJ!” 

   “All right. Can you sit down and shut up?” he asks, suddenly by your side, his arm around your waist to secure you in your stance. “Jesus Christ, you’really tryin’ to embarrass yourself tonight, aren't you, cupcake?” And if you had been less intoxicated you would've brushed off the harsh tone in his voice, you would've explained it away, but you couldn't. The alcohol had removed all and any kind of inhibitions that your brain usually held up for you. 

   “What the fuck’s that suppos’to mean?” you glare up at him, and he shakes his head, silently leading you towards the kitchen. 

   “You gotta drink water,” JJ says, taking a large bottle of water from the fridge and forcing you to drink it. 

   “JJ-” you try to speak, but before you can, you turn towards the sink and spit out half of the water you had just drunk. 

   “Fucking Christ, y/n! Do you wanna go to the ER and explain this shit to your parents? Was that the plan?” he snaps, audibly annoyed or more so disappointed and disgusted by your behavior. 

   “JJ, I have to tell you something,” you say while turning to look at him and the kitchen towel he's holding out to you. 

   “What is it?” 

   “Do you promise to not hate me if I tell you?” you give him a sweet look, and he nods, but something inside you, the last tiny bit of self-preservation, holds you back. 

   “Okay. I will tell you later,” you nod and take the bottle of water, making your way towards the dance floor. 

   JJ isn't pleased by how you act that night. You're his friend, and yet you act nothing like he knows you. All he knows is the shy girl that keeps to herself and only ever makes dirty jokes when no one but him is around. The girl that laughs at every joke he makes, even when he knows they are bad. The girl that looks at him like he's some kind of god, and not the son of a drunken deadbeat. The girl that had never had a boyfriend, because she was too preoccupied reading or talking herself down, than to actually notice all the great guys that had ever tried to get her attention. But JJ has never tried it, he knows he isn't worthy of her, knows he would just ruin her. 

   And when he watches her dance and laugh, he sees everything that she is scared to show the world, and he wishes it wouldn't take that much alcohol for her to show it. She seems free and happy and not at all scared. 

   But y/n doesn't even see him staring until he walks away again, back to the rest of his friends. You're not part of their group. You're not truly his friend. You're more of an acquaintance to him, surely. But he's so pretty, and you're in love with him. You know you shouldn't, everyone told you to stay away from him, but you couldn't. He had charmed his way to your heart ever since he had sat down next to you in French class. 

   So what if he doesn't like you? You can do anything, you're invincible and better yet, you won't remember it tomorrow. 

   It takes a few tries before you make it over to him sitting up on the porch railing, his friends by his side. You walk over to him in the straightest line you can manage, but at least you didn't trip or fall. 

   That's how you find yourself standing before him, your hand cradling his jaw, eyes piercing yours. And you could've admired his beauty for much longer; the blond, messy hair; the pointed nose that looked so cute on his angular face; the light dimples; the soft curve of his pink lips; and the softness and warmth of his skin. But JJ was confused by your actions. 

   “What are you doing?” he asked, his eyebrows pinched together, and you hatch a breath. You didn't mean to get caught like that, but letting go would make you feel worse. 

   “It's almost as if Aphrodite herself sculpted you to taunt me with something I can never have,” you say lowly, and your hand drops, falling down by your side as you turn and trod away. 

   You don't understand why you did it or what exactly you did, but you know it was bad. You know that you just embarrassed yourself in front of him and all of his friends. You know this moment will not be erased by the magic of the hangover you will experience the next morning. 

   “Hey, wait,” JJ calls after you, catching up and taking your wrist to stop you from walking off. 

   “I'm sorry. I should go home,” you utter, trying to free yourself from his firm grip. 

“Let me drive you, it's the least I can do,” he offers, and you search his face for a lie or any ill intent, but you can't find any, so you nod. 

   The drive is silent and cold with the loose shirt you are wearing while trying to hold onto him on the back of his bike. 

   “That's it, right?” he asks after stopping in front of your house. 

   “Yes. Thank you,” you say and get off, stumbling towards your front door, but you can't open it as JJ holds it close with his hand above your head. 

   “What you said, what did you mean by it?” he asks, and you gulped before turning around to face him. 

   “I don't know,” you lie, for the first time that night you can think a little clearer, maybe that is because of the wind that slapped you in your face on the drive. 

   “What did you wanna tell me earlier?” he pressures. 

   “Why do you want to know?” 

   “Because I want to. Do I need a reason?” JJ tilts his head to the side, he's smiling, and you don't know why. 

   “I like you, but I know you will never like me, so we shouldn't- I mean, I should stop wishing for things that will never come true because that's just how it is for people like me. The wallflowers and nerds and geeks and-” you don't get to finish your sentence because JJ presses a kiss to your lips. 

   “Never say shit like that again, you're literally a dream girl, even drunk,” he assures you while flattening the hair on your head. 

   “I won't remember this,” you sigh, and he smiles. 

   “Well, if you do, tell me. If not, please don't tell me no when I ask you out next time, and don't ask who else is coming with,” he chuckles and with a single step back he leaves you to slip inside and wish you will remember only the last part of this night.

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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Hiiiiii! Can you do a drabble for hobi

3. Smut(idk if that's the right one but anyways-)Ik that hobi is always portrayed as a hard dom but I kind of want to see him all soft dommy and fluffy cus maybe the reader is a virgin

"Don't cry, it will feel better soon"

maybe the first, but not the last time:

pairing: soft dom! hoseok x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || established relationship au || non-idol au ||

summary: hoseok was written by a woman, and you're lucky he's all yours.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, smut in the forms of: vaginal fingering because hobi is a pleasure dom and a sweetheart and wants to make sure the reader is comfortable before she eventually loses her virginity, masturbation, mentions of bleeding.

notes: based on and off stage persona alone, i fully believe that hobi could pull off being both either soft or a little mean

drabble masterlist || my main masterlist

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hoseok was written by a woman. 

And as much as you’d been skeptical at first, how any human could be so perfect, a man no less, months after making it official he showed no signs of any ill intentions; no hidden ulterior motives that usually lurked in the shadows, only making an appearance when your partner had you wholly to themselves. 

It was inevitable that the topic of sex would be brought up at some point in his courting of you, and as much as he hadn’t been pushy about it, you still felt there would always be the dreaded expectation of one day having to lose your virginity hanging over your relationship like a stormcloud. 

You cursed society for feeding you doubt, because truly virginity didn’t mean anything, shouldn’t mean anything. And as much as you like to remind yourself of this fact, it was the niggling anxiety of intimacy that had you shying away from the topic. 

Hoseok was far from reserved. He had no qualms about peeing with the door open, or skipping around your apartment with nothing but a towel on, truly making himself comfortable around you. And that’s when you realized that maybe Hoseok was the person you wanted to hand your wretched v-card to, because if it were to be anyone, then it’s going to be Hobi. 

He’d made it apparent he was in this for the long run, so if not now, then when? 

“Are you sure?” his eyebrows crease, watching as you shift from foot to foot; you look ever so pretty stood looking down at him, the cutest little hue of pink dusting your cheeks. 

“Yeah” you nod, tongue wetting your bottom lip. 

“You’re nervous” he points out, sinking a little further into the couch, legs falling open. 

“I mean it’s kind of a big deal?” your shoulders deflate, working yourself up for the impending rejection, you can see it on the tip of his tongue. 

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal” he shrugs, “The concept of virginity is a pile of dogshit” 

You stifle a laugh behind your hand, “But what if I’m bad?” 

The corner of Hoseok’s lip tugs up, “You’re inexperienced, not bad” he tells you, patting his thigh– and you follow, settling gently over his lap. 

Hoseok’s hands run over your back, teasing at the hem of your shirt; never venturing to run over your bare skin, “Plus, I really like you” 

“What does that have to do with anything?” your eyebrows crease, stomach tensing as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“You could give me the worst head ever, and I’d probably still cum, you’re so pretty baby” he murmurs, “Just looking at you is enough, you don’t have to do any of the hard bits– let me take care of you” 

You nod. 

“Words, darling” he tucks your hair behind your ear, “I need to know you really want this” 

“I want it” you whisper, absolutely mesmerized. 

“Do you trust me?” he dares ask, hands holding your cheeks as your body goes lax in his lap. 

“Yes, with my whole life” 

“That’s bold of you, baby” he laughs, “Lucky I’d trust you with mine, yeah?” 

You swallow thickly, fingers eager as you tug at the waistband of his sweats.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable” he pats your ass, arms hooking under your thighs, balancing your body over his shoulder. 

He’s gentle as he lays you down on his bed, and you say nothing as he takes long strides into the bathroom, emerging seconds later with a towel. He must see your confusion, “Just in case you bleed” 

“You’re not really helping with my nerves” you admit and Hoseok’s head tips back in laughter. 

“It’s common, nothing to worry about” 

You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, prickly realization that this was actually happening hitting you full force, “Can I keep my shirt on?” you whisper, a small part of you hoping that maybe he hadn’t heard you. 

His eyes widen by a fraction, “Of course, if that’s what you want” he nods, “We’ll go as slow as you need” 

It’s embarrassing, the dribble of slick that dampens your panties as Hoseok looms over you. Pretty lips kissing down your jaw until your fingers tangle in hair, pulling him up for a kiss. 

You shudder as his hand slips past the waistband of your shorts, “Is this okay?” he asks, teasing the lacy trim of your panties. 

You nod, hips bucking upwards in search of sweet relief. His thumb brushes over your panty-covered clit, a sharp moan barely muffled by a hand slipping past your lips. 

“You’re so sensitive, darling” he croons, “Are you comfortable taking these off” he toys with the string of your shorts, and you nod, tugging both your sleep shorts and panties off as your boyfriend rummages through his nightstand. 

He lubes his fingers up, gentle as his free hand roams your body, slow enough that you know what he’s doing.

Your thighs twitch as a finger prods the entrance of your cunt, “Is this okay?” he asks, barely pushing into you. 

You nod, head tilting to watch as his thumb flicks over your clit, electric pleasure pushing another pitiful dribble of slick over Hoseok’s fingers. 

You don’t have the right words to explain how it feels when one of your boyfriend’s fingers push past your walls, strange stretch overpowered by the pad of his fingers dragging over such an intimate place. 

Saline tears gather at your waterline, utterly overwhelmed by the onslaught of new sensations.

It’s as Hoseok eases a second finger into you that you blink, wetting your cheeks. 

"Don't cry, it will feel better soon" he coos, fingers curling into your sweet spot. Your hips buck up at the unexpected pleasure. 

“It doesn’t feel bad” you hiccup, “Just a little weird” 

“Just relax for me, yeah?” he kisses behind your ear, “It will all feel a lot better if you just relax” 

The tighness in your muscles uncoils, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on the slow drag of Hoseok’s fingers thrusting into you. 

His thumb presses down on your clit, heat simmering throughout your body, “Hobi” you cry, “Gonna–” your hand flies to cover your mouth, cheeks flushed red. Sudden relief washing over you as you tip over the edge. 

“That’s it” he croons, gently pulling his fingers out of you, “You did so well” he shushes you, hands firms as they run over your quivering thighs. “I think that’s enough for today” he tells you. 

“But–” you start, blinking up at him when he presses a finger to your lips. 

“No buts baby, I told you we’ll take it slow. 2 fingers were pushing it, and that’s okay” 

“What about you?” your glance down at his cock, tip an angry red that you can only assume hurts. 

“Do you mind if I–?” he gestures down to his length, pre-cum dribbling down his shaft at your unwavering attention. 

“It’s okay” you nod, watching as his hand wraps around his cock, slicked up with your arousal from his hands, lithe wrist picking up the pace as he tugs at his length. 

Your cunt clenches around nothing as Hoseok cums over your thighs, milky white, painting your skin with his release. 

“How about I run a bath for you?” 

“Can we bathe together?” you ask, watching a gentle smile tug at his lips. 

“If you’re okay with that, then I’d love to” he hums, “You wait here, pretty baby” 

“Be quick, I feel sticky” 

Hoseok was written by a woman, and this may be the first time you’d given yourself to a man, maybe not having gone all the way, but you’re sure this wouldn’t be the last time. Because like Hoseok, you saw yourself in this for the long run. 

🌻 thank you for reading!! feedback is always welcome

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[robinbuckleyluvr]

OMG YES HI!! this is more of a blurb/drabble idea cause it's not that long but like - roomate!au with robin where there's a spider in your room and she removes it cause you're afraid or grossed out or something but then you're like "yes the spider might be out but i sure as hell ain't sleeping in this room tonight" and you end up sleeping in robin's room? idk i just think it's the perfect alternative version of "there's only one bed!" and i'm totally here for it

but if this doesn't inspire you or you just don't want to write it, that's okay! thank you for hearing me out <33

thank u sm for this HAHA i loved this idea tbh - you have no idea how much u helped me, my writers block went poof!

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⊹˚˖⁺ Moonlight - Robin Buckley!

masterlist | requests

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader - College!au

Summary: basically what the request says!

Warnings: spiders?? cheesy shit at the end??

Notes: thank u sm again for the idea LOL. love how u said it was a drabble but i made it long af LOL... also i swear the title will make sense at the end.

Word Count: 1.2k (its ok after i saw how much i wrote i cried too)

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After a long day of classes, Robin Buckley sat alone in her college bedroom - reading one of her favorite books - Frankenstein. She could hear people in the dorm room above her having a party, which was not pleasant for her at all, but she chose to ignore the footsteps and the music.

Suddenly, someone frantically knocked on her door, startling her and causing her to drop her book -- pulling her out of her thoughts.

Robin sighed and picked up her book, quickly setting it down on her desk before rushing to open her door.

"Oh, Hi Y/N!" Robin greeted her friend happily as she opened her door, "What's up?"

"You need to come to my dorm right now!" Her friend exclaimed, "There's this huge spider in my wall, it's like right above my bed, I felt it staring at me while I was there, I swear!"

"Come on Y/N, spiders aren't that scary," Robin said calmly.

"Yes, they are! How can you be so calm about this?" Y/N said agitatedly as she took Robin's hand and practically dragged her out of her dorm, "You know, by the time we get to my dorm, that spider could've hid under my pillow already."

"Okay, okay! I'm just saying spiders aren't that bad."

"Are you okay, Robin?"

Y/N quickly led Robin to her room, not sparing a single second in fear the spider could 'run away'. As soon as they got to Y/N's room, she opened up the door slowly, letting Robin go inside first.

"Where did you say the spider was?" Robin asked as she looked around.

"Above my bed," Y/N replied

"Oh, my God!" Robin exclaimed.

"What happened?"

"I didn't know you liked Madonna," Robin teased as she picked up one of Y/N's cassettes.

"Robin! The spider!" Y/N said desperately, still standing outside of the door.

"Yeah, yeah," Robin sighed and put the tape down, "Maybe the spider's here because she also likes Madonna."

"Oh, totally," Y/N chuckled.

"I don't see it," Robin said calmly, "Are you completely sure it was a spider? Maybe it was just a hole in the wall--"

"Yes, Robin, I am pretty sure I know a spider when I see it," Her friend cut her off quickly as she entered the room and looked around for the spider, "It's here somewhere, I can feel its presence,"

"I don't think that's possible besides -- wait, I think I see it,"

"Holy shit, where?" Y/N said desperately as she hid behind Robin and looked around her room again.

"First off, I don't think hiding behind me is going to do anything," Robin laughed, "And secondly, it's right over there, above your desk."

"Oh, my God, Robin, stop laughing and kill the spider! Do something!"

"It hasn't done anything to you why would I kill it, I think I'll just take it outside."

"It could be a mother and its babies could be running around my room right now, Robin."

"That's unlikely, that would mean the spider have to have been here for about four weeks at least, since spider eggs take about two to three weeks to hatch--"

"Robin I don't need to think about a hundred tiny spiders running around my room right now, or ever!" Y/N sighed, "Please just take it somewhere!"

"Fine, fine," Robin chuckled, "Do you have a cup or something?"

"I don't see what's so funny, Robin! But yes, I have a cup on top of my dresser."

Robin quickly walked over her friend's dresser and picked up the plastic cup that stood there, also taking a piece of paper from the desk.

Y/N slowly walked away from Robin and the spider, watching her friend quickly trap the spider inside the cup and slipping a paper under the cup.

"There we go!" Robin said happily as she took the spider and walked out of the room -- Y/N watching her from a corner of her room with a scared look on her face.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Robin spoke happily as she came back and closed the door of her friend's room behind her, "Also, I wasn't sure if you wanted the cup back so I threw it away on the way back,"

"That's okay, thank you anyway," Y/N said quietly as she smiled at her friend, "You might've just saved my life," She sighed dramatically as she sat on her bed.

"Glad I could help!" Robin smiled back and quickly glanced at her wristwatch, "Well, um, it's getting kinda late so, I should go,"

"You're leaving?" Y/N exclaimed, "The spider might be out - but I am not staying here alone tonight, or staying here at all I think!"

"I'll read you a bedtime story if you'd like," Robin joked as she sat beside her friend.

"Ah yes, could it maybe be Little Red-Riding Hood?" Y/N played along.

"Of course," Robin chuckled.

"I'll sleep on the street if I have to,"

"Come on, it's freezing out there, you'll get sick!" Robin said worriedly.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to sleep on top of a tree so the spider doesn't find me," Y/N joked.

"Are you seriously not sleeping here tonight?"

"Not if I can avoid it."

"In that case, why don't you stay with me? In my room, I mean." Robin said quietly.

"Will we even fit into your bed? I'd rather sleep on top of a tree than make you uncomfortable,"

"Don't worry about that,"

"What if I snore? Or worse - what if you snore?"

"Well, in case something like that happens, I can always sleep on the couch," Robin explained calmly as she offered out her hand to her friend.

"Very well then," Y/N said as she took Robin's hand and got up, "You may lead the way now,"

And so they took off hand-in-hand to Robin's dorm, both happy knowing the spider was out.

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"I am so tired," Y/N said as she joined Robin on her bed, "Should I turn off the lights?"

"Yeah, I think we've been up long enough," Robin chuckled.

"Are you completely sure there are no spiders in your room, Robin?"

"Yes, I am completely sure,"

Robin and Y/N had been up for hours - talking about their friends, classes, and how the cafeteria food absolutely sucks.

"Robin, Could I ask you something?" Y/N asked as she turned to her side to face Robin.

"Yeah, why not?"

"Do you actually like spiders?"

"Back at it again with the spiders?" Robin chuckled, "But well, if we're being honest, I don't love spiders, but I also don't totally hate them,"

"After you took out the spider, I feel like I owe you my life,"

"Glad to be your knight in shining armor!"

"I'll be sure to come and get you whenever I need someone to rescue me," Y/N joked.

However, Robin did not say anything in reply. They were both lying in bed, looking at each other, moonlight slightly shining across the room - lighting up their faces.

"You have a lot of freckles," Y/N spoke suddenly.

"Really? I didn't know that," Robin laughed.

"Could I tell you something else?"

"Of course, as long as its not spider related,"

"Sometimes, when I look at you, I want to stare at you forever and count up all your freckles, Robin."

[saltynemo]

Bad Grade

Ok I'm talking to my friend while writing this so big oof.

Plus, this is kind of short so this could be considered a drabble idk.

Plus plus, I was inspired from a post on Instagram, so if you think I'm copywriting someone’s words, I just wanted to take the idea and put it into my own words, no copywrite iNTENDED

Warnings: characters in high-school, public ‘sex’, dom+sub dabs in there, cursing

1.2k words (1,234) <<<lol

     Josh intertwined his hand with mine, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the skin. We both walked down the hall of our school, pretty much skipping our lunch period. It’s nearly the last day of school, so we both decided to fuck our reputation up and start skipping class, being late, and messing with the teachers.

     I wasn't feeling superior today, so I only replied to his action with a soft smile, my eyes dropping from sadness. His eyebrows furred in confusion, trying to read my expression.

     “Are you ok?” He asks, squeezing my hand gently. I shake my head slowly, still looking at the ground while we walked. “Whats wrong, baby?”

     “I got a bad grade on Mr. Shaft’s test. I studied all night long. I should have done better.” I say glumly, adding a drop of annoyance in my sentence. “I'm so stupid...”

     “You’re not stupid! Don't be so degrading.” Josh replies, lifting my head up with his finger. “Look at the bright side; you at least tried and learned something from it. There will be more tests in the future you can pass.”

     “But I should have passed!” I whine, pulling away from him. I cross my arms and groan, “I'm such a dummy.”

     “One more bad word about yourself and I’ll drag you to an empty classroom and take you over my knee. I don't care if anyone notices. Understood?” He scolds, staring sternly at me. I look down at the ground, feeling like a toddler being yelled at.

     I feel the bratty side come out of me, denying Josh’s threat. He wont do that, he’s bluffing. I look up from the floor, making eye contact with him. “I'm so stupid...” I mutter, looking away. He curses me quietly and grabs my arm firmly, walking down the hall quickly. He looks through each classroom door, stopping at Mrs. Vivere’s room.

     He rushes inside, sitting on the teacher’s chair behind the desk. He leans me over his lap, beginning to shimmy down my jeans.

     “Josh, you know I didn't mean it. I was just play-” I begin, but was interrupted by a firm hand on my backside. I jump from the contact, not expecting his action.

     “Save it for later.” He scolds, leaning down to talk in my ear. “I told you to stop talking down about yourself, and you didn't. Now you need to learn.” He rubs gently at the area he smacked, breathing heavily in my ear now. “I'm going to give you 10 spanks. Each one I’ll give you a reason on why you aren't stupid. Count, too!“ Before I could process what he said, he brings his palm down on my ass harder than the first one.

     “One!” I gasp, moaning slightly. The lust I felt towards Josh hasn't been seen in a long time. I would never expect him to be the punishment type. This is the first time I have ever been ‘taught’ by him. We were equally horny.

     “You’re not dumb. You studied hard on that test. Mr. Shaft is just not fair.” He says, obviously wincing at each spank. Each one, he made sure that I was alright. He really didn't want to hurt me, but he needed to let me know that I was the most perfect girl he has ever met. Before I knew it, we were at ten.

     “Ten!” I muffled with my hoodie sleeve, worried a teacher would catch us.

     “I love you, baby. Nothing I own is dumb..” He whispers in my ear, gently rubbing my backside. “You did so good baby. Now you know you’re perfect.” He kisses my earlobe, moving his mouth down my neck inch by inch. He gently bites on the skin, a soft burst of pleasure radiating through my veins. I moan softly, his hand stopping on my cheek. 

     He nudges me off of his lap, putting me to my knees. He begins to undo his belt, but I shove his hand away. I do the task for him, dragging his jeans and boxers down just enough to release his rod. I gently stroke his already hard cock, earning a hitched breath from him. He leans his head back, biting his lip to quiet himself down.

     I lick the tip of his head, running my tongue across his slit. I ease my mouth onto his dick, pumping what I don't have in my mouth. I bob my head up and down steadily, swirling my tongue around his tip at the same time.

     “You’re way too good at that.” He chuckles, in awe of my skill. I smile internally, proud I made him like this. I inch my head further down his cock, feeling the tip slide closer and closer to the back of my throat. I choke slightly, but gather up my strength and go farther down. When I feel the tip hit the back of my throat, I stop. I open my mouth wider and close my eyes tightly, feeling a small tear drip down my cheek. “Oh fuck, that's heavenly.” Josh groans, snaking a hand into my hair.

     I begin to carefully move my head up and down, wary of triggering my gag reflex. I hear him mutter about how good I am to him, and how hot I look choking on his cock. I couldn't make out his exact words, but the next thing I knew, I felt his twitch in my throat.

     “I'm gonna c-um!” He chokes, barely able to finish his words before his seed was shooting down my throat. He arches his back slightly, gripping onto my hair tighter. Strings of curses fell from his lips, unable to keep still.

     After he was spent, he laid in his chair, letting go of my head. I moved away from his dick with a slurp, coughing softly. I wiped my mouth from cum that dripped out of my mouth, drying my hand with my shirt. 

     “That was amazing.” Josh grins, eyeing on my wrecked look. “We need to skip more of-” He stopped in his words, the click of heels treading closer and closer to the room. Click, clack, click, clack. We both looked at each other, knowing the consequences if we get caught.

     We both sprang into action, Josh zipping up his jeans and I pulling up my own. We look around the room for a hiding place, but none is found, until I realize a door that connects to another classroom.

     “Josh!” I whisper in a hushed tone, pointing to the door. We quickly walk to the door, stumbling inside. We hear the one from the other room open, our Assistant Principal looking around inside. We hurry into the open space, our hearts rapidly thumping in our chests.

     We rest under the teacher’s desk, Josh holding me in my arms as he pets my hair. “I think she’s gone..” I sigh, looking down to his hand on my thigh.

     “Yea, she’s totally gone.” He confirms. “Imagine all the fun we can have in here now.” He mumbles into my ear, biting the soft flesh of my earlobe. I grin at his words, turning my head to face him. We meet each other half way into a passionate kiss, his body pushing me onto my back.

     He was right about 2 things: We had fun in that room, and we definitely need to skip more often.

[dykeomania]

WHY WOULD YOU LIE TO ME?

thelastoflesbians -> dykeomania

my name is mia (she/they, black, biochem major). i used to write for tlou. i don't do that anymore, for like, so many reasons (newly: neil druckmann's a zionist). now, i do what i want. unserious, annoying, and probably provocative. minors, do not interact.

unrevised masterlist under the cut. hasn't been touched in a year. if you want to read all my ellie stuff, search "ellie williams x reader" on my blog.

see you 'round. border credits for fics.

requests: open. sort of.

most recent work: lovergirl!hazel.

other hazel works (so far): subby!hazel (sorta?)

what i have written (spoiler alert: extremely anticlimactic)

☆ the last of us part ii

i only write ellie williams x reader fics. i keep saying like “oh that’s subject to change!” but like tbh it’s been that way for as long as i’ve been on this website, i don’t think it’s gonna change. 

i do include lots of characters from the tlou universe in my writing though (at least in some of my newer things, or some things that’ll just straight up never see the light of day). idk if that counts for anything in terms of immersion purposes, but that’s there.

content boundaries (subject to change).

pretty much,

☆  i don’t write r*pe (non-con is a little different; if i ever do write anything non-con related, it would be community labeled).

☆ i don’t write anything with pedophilic themes / undertones / vibes (tropes that are dependent on the reader’s innocence, that kind of thing).

☆ while i care about those who are struggling with these topics, it’s a bit hard for me to write about things such as self-harm in an indulgent manner. i personally am not the best person to ask for that, i’m sorry.

☆ i don’t write incest.

☆ i don’t write pretty much anything else i say that i’m not gonna write -- like things with feet, and vomit, and those kinds of things. 

i write things that are safe, sane, and consensual. these aren’t things that i feel like could accurately convey, or things that i feel don’t fall within that bracket for me, personally. hope this helps. 

please do not translate, republish, or plagiarize my work. translations are slightly different -- consult me first -- but don’t steal my shit. i’m not nice about it, once i find out someone’s stolen stuff from me, so, fair warning.

fics and drabbles (>10k words)

ellie williams.

( where ☆ = fluff, * = smut, # = angst )

☆ homegirl (ellie williams x reader)  read ﹗

“just saw ur post and welcome to tumblr lol :)) can i request an ellie x reader where they both confess that they love each other? i mean they were best friends at first and there will be a lot of gay panic and embarrasment lmaooo before they confess, just a huge fluff”

word count: 4.2k 

☆ helpless (ellie williams x reader)  read ﹗

i’m trying to find a nice way to say this, but like, ellie literally (but like, not literally) fucks the shit out of you for like 900 words and then loves on you a little bit.

word count: 1.2k

☆  guilty pleasure (ellie williams x reader)  read ﹗

ellie really likes fucking you, because you're really hot, so she eats you out like it's her fucking last meal. plus it's kinda cute at the end.

word count: 1.6k

☆ please (drabble 1) (ellie williams x reader)  read ﹗

riding subtop!ellie’s thigh as a punishment until she cracks because she edged you (implied). Lol.

word count: 746.

☆ untitled (drabble 2) (ellie williams x reader)  read ﹗

i actually have no fucking idea what this one is about, and i’m too embarrassed to check. i just know it’s filthy, and rambly, and involves finger-fucking and a fixation on ellie’s forearm tattoo. composed at 4am, probably.

word count: 1.1k.

☆ parenthood (drabble 3) (ellie williams x reader)  read ﹗

parenthood means stress, and endurance, and exhaustion, and learning curves, and … sometimes, really, really, really good sex?

word count: 4.1k.

moments (>10k words)

☆ the ocean is just a backdrop (ellie williams x reader)  tbp﹗

word count: long as fuck

everything else i’ve written for ellie (including but not limited to what’s already up above)

☆ here lies everything that i have ever tagged under ellie williams x reader. knock yourselves out.