#now i have writingggg to do

[slashingdisneypasta]

Oh. Oh no. Kai's hot too.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Hiiiii! I love your clarisse stuff!!!! Can you pleaseeee do a fic where Clarisse says something mean to R and they get upset so Clarisse goes to comfort them!!! You’re free to make it your own. i love your writingggg!

- don’t say I’m to much -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Girly! Reader

An - guys send me more clarisse FIC ideas but also request Abby to pretty please

An Pt 2 - this lowkey sucked ass bc I was distracted while writing it but yall will live

Sitting by the bonfire, Clarisse beside and the comforting atmosphere brought you a sense of comfort. Clarisses Hands found themselves under your tanktop, rubbing the small of your back as you continued to sing with everyone else.

“What are You doing” You giggled once the song ended, looking up at clarisse with a dumb smile. “I’m keeping my hands warm”

“There’s a fire right there”

“This was is warmer though”

Laughing some you tilted your head up just to give her a kiss. Most nights clarisse wasn’t this clingy but on a special occasions she preferred to have you close to her.

After a few moment you had noticed a long forgotten face across the fire. One of your first friends at camp was a son of Hermes names Logan “Oh my gods Logan!” You excitedly yelled.

Giving a kiss goodbye to clarisse you quickly ran to the blonde tackling him in a hug. Clasisse knew you were close with the son of hermes but that didn’t mean she had to like it.

Watching during your conversation with him, his hands rubbed your waist and hips which rubbed her the wrong way. What finally set her off however was the sheer audacity this man had to slide his hands under your shirt but to also peek at your showing cleavage.

Without realizing it clarisse got up and walked towards where you two stood— away from the fire.

“Oh! This is my girlfriend clarisse” You happily introduced the girl, quickly being cut off though as she decked him in the nose making the boy fall over, blood dripping down his face.

Standing in shock you turn led to clarisse yelling at her “what is wrong with you!”

“He was being a creep am I not allowed to defend you anymore” she scoffed trying to play off the entire situation.

The campers around the fire went quiet, turning to watch what had just happened. The Apollo and a few hermes kids ran over worried.

Watching as they helped the boy to the infirmary clarisse tried to grab your arm only for you to push her off of you and walk away. “Babe wait!” Clarisse yelled after you.

Once at your cabin you stumbled to open the door giving clarisse just enough time to catch up. “What’s wrong”

“What’s wrong?! Your seriously asking me what’s wrong? Clarisse you just decked my best friend!” You spoke louder than you should of.

“Well excuse me for protecting my girlfriend from a Fucking Creep”

“He’s not a creep!” Both of you yelling at each-other to the point that your voice had broke. “I don’t need you to beat the shit out of ever guy who looks at me wrong”

“Well maybe if you didn’t dress like a fucking slut all the time then I wouldn’t have to.!”

Clarizse knew she had fucked up as soon as she said it. “Wait pl—“ you finally managed yo get the door open, slamming it in her face.

In her cabin That Night all of her siblings knew to just leave her alone, especially with a few new holes in the wall none of them wanted to face her anger.

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You couldn’t sleep. The thought of clarisse calling you a slut replayed constantly. Did she really think that low of you..

Shaking that thought out of your mind you went upstairs. Going to the balcony all you wanted right now was some fresh air. However what. You didn’t expect to see was clarisse lifting herself up and over the wooden railing. You both made awkward eyecontact

Crossing your arms you looked her up and down. “Go”

“Wait please” clarisse grunted finally getting over the railing and walking towards you, grabbing your arm she turned you around. “Please just five minutes, no arguing no yelling… Ill just talk, I won’t say something that I’ll regret please I’m just asking for five minutes.” Her tone breathless most likely from the climb up

Being with clarisse for as long as you’ve been not once have you seen her act this vulnerable.. nodding your head slowly you relaxed letting clarisse speak. “Im sorry.. im so so sorry… your not a slut I should of never yelled that to you I just, I got mad.. Logan had his hands under your shirt and he was blatantly looking at your cleavage and it’s not that I don’t like you wearing revealing clothes I do I just..I don’t like seeing people taking advantage of you”

It was quiet at first. Clarisse letting out a deep breath, only to be met with you kissing her lightly. “Next time.. you feel like that, don’t deck someone in the nose maybe talk to me about it and use your words not actions”

“Yeah.. Yeah” she mumbled, kissing her once again. “I’m still mad at you though”

“I know”

“Good” You remained neutral but led her inside.

You both laid down on your bunk, laying close in clarisses arms you were finally able to fall asleep. Were you going to have a talk about it in the morning, probably. But right now you didn’t care about that all you cared about was Her.

[p0ssywhippedcream]

Hey girlll, it’s me again (at this point file a restraining order LMFAO😭) I quite literally had this idea right now- Zuko, Katara, and Reader (if you need to choose then waterbender?), are fighting Azula together, and reader takes the hit of lightning form Azula instea of Zuko to protect him (they have like A HUGE mutual pining too rn lol).

Later when they won and are at the palace, he visits her and says he wants to talk, and he says he was super scared and wouldn’t know how to live without her and confesses, and she says yes and says similar stuff and like they start dating.

THANK YOU SOO MUCH FOR YOUR WRITINGGGG- TAKE ALL THE TIME YOU NEED, JET LAG SUCKS DUDE, I SLEPT FOR LITERALLY 20 HOURS STRAIGHT ONE TIME LMAO. LOVE YOU GIRLLLL<333

"I'm okay, I swear!" You put your hand over his and it flexes on the bed, "I just need to rest, most of it was deflected by my water bending."

Zuko's thumb crawls out from underneath your palm and gently rubs the top of your hand, "But not all. You- you got hit by lightning, Y/n. You could have died."

You grunt as you shift on the bed, the bandages around your stomach preventing a fully comfortable position. "Yes, but I didn't. You don't have to worry, Zu, I'm not going anywhere."

And something about the way the light from the candle beside your bed catches your expression, casting such beautiful shadows on your reassuring smile, compels a heart-wrenching feeling inside Zuko. He needs you to know, in case he doesn't get a chance to say it again and because his overwhelming gratitude for your kindness towards him needs him to repay your pain with something almost as difficult to do.

"Y/n," He starts and despite the nerves, keeps his fiery gaze locked onto yours, "I- I can't lose you. I wouldn't know what to do."

You're a little taken aback, a rosy blush dancing with the firelight across your cheeks but you remain with that comforting smile of yours, "You'd keep being the good person you are, keep loving."

"I don't know if I could," He confesses with a small shiver down his spine knowing all he can tell you is the truth, "I don't think I can be a person at all without you. I can't live without you."

Your eyes widen, easy grin flattering and Zuko knows that rejection is coming, braces for it like he's in the presence of his father again until your soft hand is pulling his face closer and you're kissing him. You're kissing him slow and gentle, like leaves in a summer breeze but its your lips and it drives him crazy all the same. He presses a little more, molding his mouth against yours when a rushed exhale leaves your nose and he remembers your wound.

He pulls out of your reach, clutching the hand that drew him in as he checks your tummy and makes sure you're alright.

"Zuko," It comes out breathless and accompanied by a laugh, "I'd be more alright if you kiss me again."

So he does. A couple more times actually. And when you ask him to lay next to you in the bed as you sleep, no matter how red the idea makes him, he blows out the candle and tucks you in anyway. He watches your eyelashes flutter as little snores leave the lips that left him speechless and knows that he gets to watch you breathe in and breathe out, everyday for the rest of his life.

He wants to kiss your forehead but you're a light sleeper from your time with the Gaang so instead, he opts to kiss you tomorrow. And the tomorrow after that, and the one after that too. And he gets to kiss you and hold you and watch you breathe for the rest of his life, knowing how deep the love of yours goes as he traces a lighting bolt into the sheet beneath him.

[konigenblobbity]

your angst is so UGHHHHH AMAZING. im literally reading every single thing on your masterlist. i need more hobie hurt/comfort or miguel or anyone actually idc who it is i just love your writingggg. maybe like they’ve had a bad day and reader tries to help but instead they get annoyed and say sum ab then being annoying n never shutting up and reader gets quiet after and stuff. although i’ll literally read anything you put out thank you!!!

Request: Out of Line [Hobie]

Hobie x GN!Reader

—> [Miguel’s Version]

Warnings: Angst, yelling, insults, sad reader, comforting, crying, cursing

A/n: Such kind praise anon literally tysm. I love writing angst, it’s just fun to make characters suffer :) but yes! This idea is so good. I also made one for Miguel. enjoy meine Lieben!

You were sat next to Hobie on the couch, an arm wrapped around his shoulder while the other sat on his thigh. Your gaze sympathetic and kind as you looked at your boyfriend, body slumped over from exhaustion and disappointment. His elbows were resting on his knees, head resting on his hands as he was lost in his thoughts, still frustrated from todays mission.

Once he entered and slammed the door, you know the mission went wrong. He had been unexpectedly pulled away that afternoon when Miguel said it was an emergency. Hobie left with a smile and kiss goodbye… only to return with a grimace and a set of gritted teeth.

The only thing he told you was that he was responsible for losing sight of the anomaly and Miguel gave him an earful for it.

So there you were, comforting and reassuring your boyfriend with your words, throwing praises onto him like a crazed fan girl. “You are absolutely phenomenal Hobie. Don’t ever question that. No matter how much Miguel scolds you or criticizes you, you are an amazing part of the team that Miguel is lucky to have” you wouldn’t stop.

In your mind you saw that as a good thing… that Hobie would appreciate how you showered him with affection, but truly it was getting on his nerves. Wishing he could’ve just come home and forgotten all about Miguel and the mission, but no… now he had to hear about it at home too.

“You’re an amazing spider-man, one of the best that spider society has! Remember when you took care of that prowler anomaly single handedly? Or that green goblin anomaly from last week? Miguel didn’t seem to thank you for that if I remember! Now he suddenly decides to get up in your business?!” With each word you were giving him a soft caress on his shoulder or gently shaking his thigh.

His shoulder tensed under your hand, you thought it was because of an injury but if you only knew what really had him so irritated. His eyes were clenching shut, trying to fight the part of him that calls your voice annoying and yells at him to tell you to shut up… because he knows you’re trying, and usually he loves it! Oftentimes the only thing that helps is when your voice rambles on and envelops him like a warm embrace.

“Im gonna say it! Miguel should just keep his mouth shut I think! He-“ you were ready to say another whole soliloquy before Hobie’s voice cut through your own “No you should! I swear all you do is ramble and it drives me up the fucking wall. So just shut it!” His tone was laced with venom, every word a jab to your heart.

His head was turned to look at you with unforgiving eyes, burning with an unbridled rage that you knew wasn’t aimed at you… but it still felt personal. He lets out a light chuckle and when he smiles maliciously it, had your skin crawling. “After todays mission I want some peace and quiet. The sound of your voice is doing my head in. So do me a favor and take your own advice.”

You slowly pull away your hands, noticing how his body relaxes slightly when you do, which only made you more upset. “O-oh… okay” your voice was soft, but clearly shaken. After that you sit in silence for a few minutes, the only audible sound being Hobie sighing every once in a while.

Every second of silence is another second of you pondering and recounting what Hobie said to you. Playing it over in your head until you felt your eyes begin to gloss over. You take that as your sign to leave, clearing your throat and mumbling out a soft “i-I’ll see you upstairs” before leaving without another word.

Hobie stayed downstairs for a bit longer, organizing his thoughts and using the silence to quell his irritation. He then had the opportunity to think back on what he said to you. Cursing into his palm when he realizes just how harsh he got with you.

This wasn’t the first time… he often got harsh and lost his filter when he was in a bad mood; you always understood that. Whenever he’d go off on you, you never took it personally, understanding that he was in a bad mood or a poor state.

He’d always come up to you later and apologize for what he said, and he was lucky because you always understood and forgave him. Afterwards he’d cuddle up with you, telling you all about the terrible day he had or how horrible his mission went. You were always there to comfort him, listening to every word.

This time was different though. He didn’t just make an offhanded comment about how he wanted silence or how you weren’t helping, he made it personal by insulting your voice, a part of yourself that he usually loved and was now suddenly deeming as headache inducing.

When Hobie eventually went upstairs, he found you sitting in bed, back against the headboard, looking at your phone, not even sparing him a glance. He walked over and sat on the edge of his side of the bed, placing a hand on your thigh. You didn’t react so he took the time to apologize.

“Hey love… look, I’m sorry for what I said earlier. Todays mission just left me absolutely gutted and I just felt right shit. I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. It was just really rough and I fucked up bad” his hand absentmindedly caresses your thigh as he spoke. You didn’t move and just let out a hum in response.

He paused and hesitated before speaking “I-I’m really sorry…. I didn’t mean it love. You know that right?” he leans forward and goes to kiss your lips, you turn your head so kiss lands on your cheek instead. He was slightly surprised but more disappointed. He decided not to press the topic though. “alright… I’m gonna go get ready and I’ll be back” he says and walks off to the bathroom.

When he comes back out, you’d shifted to be lying on your side, back to him, as if you’re ready to go to sleep. As he gets into the bed behind you, he notices how your eyes are still open and you were just looking at your phone.

He leans over your figure “Love? A-are we not gonna cuddle?” his voice was soft, you could hear the slight pout in his voice. To his question you shake your head, he moved onto his side of the bed and positioned himself to sit against the headboard.

“Oh… can I tell you about my mission though?” you could hear the dejection in his tone but managed to brush it off. You shrug causing Hobie to hesitate, but after a pause he begins to tell you about the mission, going on and on, but never once do you react.

“And then, that prick just threw a sign at me! A goddamn sign, can you believe that?” He looked over at your figure waiting for a response, waiting for you to agree with him or encourage him to continue talking as you usually did, but you still don’t say a word.

He clears his throat at the silence “b-but it really hurt and my shoulders still sore because of it” he continued to complain hoping you’d break your vow of silence but he still got nothing. He can see you’re still awake which causes him to huff out in disappointment, a pout forming on his lips. He shifts on the bed and placed his chin to rest on your arm.

“Love? Why’d you go so quiet?” He watched your expression, it didn’t shift and you just continued to scroll through your phone. There was a pause and then he spoke again. “Was it because of what I said earlier?” You stop scrolling on your phone and he takes that as a sign that he guessed right.

“God… love I didn’t know it hurt you that bad. I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have said it and I didn’t mean it. Not even the slightest bit” he wraps his arm around your waist trying to pull you back against his chest. Much to his relief you didn’t struggle or try to move away, allowing him to pull you against his chest.

“I love the sound of your voice, I look forward to hearing it after every mission. I was just really irritated and I snapped at you for no reason” you put your phone down but still don’t look or speak to him. He let out a soft sigh and the hand on your waist began to trace soft circles on your skin.

“I’ll keep apologizing as long as it takes for you to speak again. I miss your voice love. Please… even if it’s quiet? I wanna hear it” he placed a kiss on your shoulder, and kept it nuzzled against your arm as he waited patiently.

“You said it drives you up the wall…” a smile graced his lips as you finally spoke, it was a soft murmur but it was something. He places another kiss on your shoulder “Thats not true, I was being stupid. You have every right to be upset with me, it was a daft thing to say and I was being a proper prick” you hum softly in agreement, which he took as a sign of encouragement.

He continued to place kisses on your arm and shoulder “You agree don’t you? Hm?” He says and you shrug, a small smile beginning to appear on your lips. His arm wraps further around your waist, beginning to roll you onto your back as his playful kisses moved to your neck. “Cmon you can say it, I was being stupid, I was being a prick… go on” he had a smirk on his face as he kissed at your jaw.

You chuckle softly and then look into his eyes, a smile now settled on your lips. “You really were. The biggest prick I’ve ever met” you say and he pulls away and gives you a fake pout. “Ouch… now that hurts” you roll your eyes and he chuckles softly. He leans back down and begins to pepper kisses all over you face.

“I’m really sorry love” he says and pulls away to look at you with a gentle smile. You sigh out but smile at him. “I believe you” You shift slightly so you’re sitting back against the headboard “but what I can’t believe…” you begin to say and Hobie looks at you curiously.

“Is that that goddamn anomaly threw a sign at you?!” You say exaggerating your shock but loving the smile that it puts on Hobie’s face. “I know!” He say and moves to rest his head against your lap. Letting go of your waist and intertwining his hand with yours to wrap them around his shoulders.

For the rest of that night he recounted his mission to you, every small detail and every tiny slip up, but this time you actually reacted. And every time you spoke his heart sang at the sound of your voice.

[avenging-fandoms]

Hey!! I love your writingggg.. can’t get enough of soft loverrrr pedrooooo definitely need moreeee

I was wondering if you take requests. So I have this fantasy of like Pedro and the reader living in a shared house/apartment in New York and they’re in a long term relationship. For the last few months Pedro’s been travelling busy with filming and so they haven’t seen each other for a while, e-reader decides to have a self care day that ends with being sprawled on the bed playing with themselves. Little do they know Pedro’s decided to surprise by coming home early, only to have the reader nowhere to be found; as he walks deeper into the house he hears your moans and panics thinking you might be cheating, only to find the reader sprawled on the bed wearing one of his shirts that still smell like him and moaning his name.

That will be all.

Thank you 😊

yeah.. it's nasty as hell. don't read if you're a minor.

adding this request: request: pedro smut🤭 praise kink🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

“it’s ok” “i know baby, i know” “you’re alright baby” “you’re doing so good” “you did so good sweetie” immediate aftercare when you’re worn out😦🤤

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"Today was so rough, Pedrito," You drape your head over the armrest of the couch and sigh. "I wish you were here to hold me until I felt better."

Pedro could hear the pout through the phone. "God I dream of holding you every night, sweetheart. 2 more months and I'm all yours."

You smile and sit up, leaning your elbows on your knees as you look at your nails. "I think I'm gonna take a bath, I always feel better after those."

"A bath, hm? I hope you'll let me see how relaxed you are." His voice was deeper and you bit your lip, leaning back and playing with the strings on your sweatpants.

"Maybe, I'll think about it. I'm mad at you for being away from me for so long."

"I'm away for so long so I can buy the biggest diamond to put on your finger, princesa. Don't start now." You giggle and sigh, shaking your head. "Enjoy your bath, listen to some Prince to think of me, I'll be shooting but I have my phone. I love you honey."

"I love you, Pedro." You make a kiss noise and hang up the phone, heading to the bathroom with the speaker. You set it on the counter and connect your phone, playing your 'Pedro' playlist and sure enough, Prince came on. You turn on the water and sing into the mirror as you wait for it to be ready.

You added salts and some flowers with bubbles, lighting a candle and sliding into the tub. You submerge in the water and your nerves could finally relax. You close your eyes and listen to the song until it ends before opening your eyes again.

You dry your hand and grab your phone, opening your camera and taking a photo of your lips down, with your body barely covered in bubbles with your wet thigh poking out of the water.

Pedro: I may quit my job just to eat you up.

You bite your lip and inhale sharply with a big smile, setting your phone down and closing your eyes, dreaming of everything you could be doing with Pedro if he walked through the door. How you'd touch him, kiss him, make him scream, you were desperate for his touch.

After almost an hour in the bath, you finally brought yourself to get out. You dry off and wrap yourself in your towel, draining the tub and shutting off the speaker.

You head into the bedroom and take a picture in the mirror of you in your towel with your cleavage popping out.

Pedro: Enough Pedro: I'll fly home to you dressed as Joel Miller Pedro: I won't even change

Yn: Is that supposed to be a bad thing?

You grab one of Pedro's shirts and underwear, falling on the bed in your towel. You hold his shirt in your hands and sit up, sliding it over your head and smiling at how it smelled like him. The thoughts of what you'd do with Pedro if he was home came back and your body shivered.

You bit your lip and opened the side table drawer, turning on the vibrator and pressing it to your clit softly as you went to your 'Hidden' album to listen to a video of you and Pedro.

Your moans mixed with Pedro's from the video as you moved the vibrator around your clit slowly. You closed your eyes and imagined Pedro was the one holding the toy, and your moans grew louder.

Pedro smiled as he closed the door to the apartment, locking it behind him and dropping his backpack. He looked around the whole floor for you, but it was dead quiet.

He grabbed the railing and took two steps before stopping dead in his tracks. He heard your beautiful moans coming from the bedroom, and he got a sick feeling.

You would never cheat on him. But then again, he is away for so long.

Pedro took deep breaths as he walked up the stairs slowly, peeking into the crack of the door and his mouth fills with saliva.

Your legs were spread, your left leg bent with your knee towards the air and your right leg straight. His pants got tight as he watch you pleasure yourself with his shirt over your nose, hearing his moans and holding back a whimper as he hears you moaning his name.

Pedro walked in the room and you gasp, scrambling to shut off the video and he placed his knee in between your legs, grabbing the vibrator and pressing it hard against your clit.

"P-Pedro! Fuck- What are you doing here? Fuck." Your nails dug into his biceps as your back arched, holding your breath as he pushed his fingers into you and fucked you fast with the vibrator in his left hand.

You exhale deeply and gasp, moving your hips up and down slowly as you shake while riding out your orgasm. "Oh.. fuuuck.." Your eyes roll back as you grip his shirt, his fingers still fucking you without the vibrator.

“Oh, I know, let it out sweet girl.” Your moans turned to whimpers and he pulls his fingers away. "What a welcome home."

Pedro shut off the vibrator and threw it to the side, kissing you slowly as he moved his hips against yours. "You didn't quit, did you?" You breathe and he laughs, shaking his head.

"They don't need me for 4 weeks, it was unexpected and I'm so grateful I made it home just in time." You smile and his fingers moved again. “Oh, look at you..” His voice was soft and hoarse, bending down and spreading your pussy before moving his tongue against your clit.

Your fingers grip his hair as he hums, shaking his head before pulling away and kissing you messily.

“Take off your fucking pants, Pedro.” You hiss into his mouth and he smiles, standing up with his hands on his hips and closing his lips and smirking.

You had to do it.

You sit up and grab his waist, pushing up his shirt and kissing his happy trail with your bottom lip hitting his waistline. “Enough, princesa.”

“You missed me, P?” You smile and look up at him as you pull his pants and underwear down, drooling at the sight of his hard cock. “I missed you, Pedro.” He stepped out of his pants and you couldn't wait any longer as you watched his dick bounce with every move.

“I missed you so fucking much, honey. So much.” He breathed and his chest moved rapidly as your mouth moved up and down his dick. His head fell back with his hands in your hair, pushing his fingers through it and taking the hair tie off his wrist and put it in your hair. That's what it's always there for, just in case.

"How much, Pedro?" You smile up at him as you move your hand around his tip and he held your chin, making you stand up. Your hand touches his stomach and gasp softly as he hand wraps around your throat.

He pushes his thumb under your chin and makes you look up, lips kissing your neck slowly and tickling your skin with his facial hair. “Like how the moon misses the sun. My heart sang to you every night, mí amor, couldn’t you hear it?”

His voice was a whimper and you were a puddle. You pulled him down on you and kissed him, wrapping your leg loosely around his waist. “I’ve waited 8 months for you, Pedro. Please.”

“I love when you use manners.” He positions himself and slides in slowly, nearly collapsing on top of you as he missed how wonderful you felt.

“Yes, Pedro, harder!” You beg and his hips snap into yours, pushing your knees against your chest and you grip his wrists.

Your eyes roll back and you hear him chuckle as your eyelids shut. “Yes.. oh my god.. look at you. You take my fuckin’ cock so good. Such a good girl.”

He kisses your calf and you smile, dropping your legs and Pedro holds them up. Your ankles sat on his shoulders with his hands holding your thighs, continually fucking his hips fast into yours.

“Pedro.. fuck… Pedro.. Pey…” you gasp, whimpering his name as you grab his shirt frantically in a fist as the pleasure was overbearing. “Right there, fuck!”

He stopped. “Were you going to tell me you were touching yourself to me?” Pedro was out of breath, fists next to yours as he knocks your legs off him.

Your legs fall to the bed, bending them with your knees against his side. He moved his hips slowly, watching himself as he pulls his dick out so just the tip was in, and snapping into your hips before your whine.

“Yes.. Yes, baby, I was going to send you pictures and videos..” You breathe with your hand pressed against his chest.

A light bulb went off in Pedro’s head. He walks away from you and leaves you on the bed, grabbing the vibrator, a tripod and a dildo and made it back to the foot of the bed.

“What the..?”

“You, my sweet, good girl, are going to show me exactly how you touch yourself without me here.” He set up the camera and you stared at him as you sat up on your elbows. “Miller.”

“What?”

“If you feel uncomfortable, yell or scream or shout ‘Miller’ as in Joel Miller and we’ll take a break.” Pedro nods to you and you nod back.

Pedro hands you the toys, and you grew embarrassed. Stage fright? You looked into his eyes once and that was it.

Pedro started recording and you laid down slowly with your eyes locked on his, moaning as you push the dildo inside of yourself.

“Shit..” You breathe as you pump it in and out of you, Pedro stroking himself as he watched your every move.

“Vibrator.”

“Pedro.. I-I can’t-“

“Now.”

Buzzing filled your ears and you shiver with a moan as you press the toy against your sensitive clit.

“Good girl.. look at you. Spread your legs more.. mmhmm.. just like that..” He started to pant and put his hands on his hips as he caught his breathe.

Your moans hummed in his ears as he watched you fuck yourself. “Please.. Pedro I need you, not the toy.”

“Don’t stop. I didn’t tell you to stop.” His eyes burned holes into your pupils and you gulp. “Keep going. You’re doing so good, so beautiful.”

Pedro sat next to you and moved his finger tips up and down your inner thigh as you continue to fuck yourself, his hand slowly replacing yours on the dildo.

His hand moved quickly, pounding deeply into you and you gasp, screaming his name as you reach your climax.

Pedro ripped the toy away and you gasp while dropping the vibrator, his body in between your legs as he fucked you again. Your fingers gripped his hair tightly and you bite his ear, whimpering his name in his ear.

“Please Pedro, I need to cum so bad, please.” You beg and he smiles, kissing you deeply as he rubs your clit.

You nearly rip a hole in his shirt as you scream his name, orgasming around him. He grunts and curses your name, huffing as he spills his seed into you.

You close your eyes and Pedro lays on his side next to you, his finger tracing your features. “You did so good, mi amor. I’m so proud of you.” He kissed your shoulder and you hum with a smile, turning your head towards him and he kisses your nose.

“I was so lonely without you, Pedro.” You whisper and he pouts, kissing your lips softly as well as your jaw.

“I know, mi hermosa. But I’m here for 4 weeks, and we can spend all those days in this bed.” He whispers and you look at him, kissing him a few times before tapping his chest.

“But first.. a shower and we wash these sheets.” Pedro laughs and you head into the bathroom.

“Welcome home.” Pedro mumbled to himself with a smile as he rolls up the covers.

[chococolte]

Heyyy can you do SAGAU!Telling them that their your favorite with kaeya, gorou, and venti? Also I LOVEEE YOUR WRITINGGGG! YOU GOT ME GIGGLING AND RUNNING LAPSS.

word count. 2.1k

୨୧ — ꒰cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religious + cult themes, sagau + cult au, g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. I LIVE. also, thank you!! srry abt the quality i am Sick and i have been working on this for days and i just want to Post It Already

kaeya

Kaeya is used to the cold of loneliness.

He does not expect anything from you, nothing more than he should. He is acutely aware of his place, the empty spot by your feet, choked next to all of the others who worship you. That is where he resolves himself to live. That is where he expects himself to sit.

With that alone, he would've been content. Always desperate for more, hanging off of your every word, but never daring to take more than allotted.

Kaeya was fine to serve as your acolyte, patiently waiting for your next kindness or glance, no matter how much he would've liked to be more— but you seem to enjoy letting him live his little fantasy of being special to you. You like to see him fester in it. Kaeya doesn't care if his perception of you is altered, twisted like hot air in a torrid desert— he trusts himself over the word of god, no matter how hallowed your voice or how much he wishes to believe it.

"My favorite," you say. You say it with such ease, the words rolling off your tongue as if they're not blessings in verbal form. As if they are not words he has imagined you saying over and over, countless times to lull himself to sleep. Your favorite, he's imagined himself as being; only whenever he can't unlodge the thought from his mind, for the moments where he can't stomach to think of anything other than you.

Kaeya thought it would stay as a mere daydream. He would've preferred it that way. It would've made it easier to hate you.

He could've lied to himself before. He could've said that he meant nothing to you; merely a tool at your disposal. That of all his love and worship was worthless, that he should stop caring so much for a being who never cared for him back.

"My favorite," you say. You say it only once, though Kaeya wishes you would say it again.

Your voice was soft. Comforting. Kaeya could almost believe you were being genuine. His heart still sings regardless, humming in his chest, banging against his ribcage as if it does not know the ugly truth of the world. People lie. And the gods are cruel, and to imagine you as anything different means to be a fool.

Still, Kaeya lingers. He feels the frost slowly thaw, warm blood beginning to run through his fingers. He feels you, as all that you are, welcome him. Kaeya knows he should not believe any of it, that he should turn away now while he still has the time to do so, but he can't bring himself to look away from you.

It's you, after all. The world itself wouldn't dare to stand beside you. Kaeya is no better, bruised and unwanted— but you want him. You look at him with fondness, with favor he knows he does not deserve. With love that should not be his.

Still, Kaeya hungers. He takes your words and he runs, desperate to keep them to himself. He is yours, no one else's; he is your favorite, not anyone else. He may not deserve it— he doesn't, not when he has hated you for so long— but he wants it to be his alone. He wants to be yours alone.

He wants to sit by your feet, to caress the flesh of your legs. He alone wants to be beside you, to call you by your sacred name.

"My favorite," you say. Does that mean he can be yours? Does that mean he can finally rest in your embrace, safe and loved by you and no other?

Can he finally worship you the way he has always wanted— his mouth on your skin, his piety unfurling like flowers from his lips? Pure and untainted, he molds against you as if his entire body was meant to be a perfect fit. Your every touch remains even after you've left, burning his skin and setting his nerves aflame.

Kaeya replays your words one more time. Just once, he tells himself, though he knows he'll do it again. He can't forget the way you looked, the curve of your smile, and the twinkle in your eyes. You in every way. The you he would kill to breathe the same air as. The you he would die to know if he exists within your heart.

You'll tell him again, won't you?

gorou

Gorou doesn't think he's deserving.

He knows he isn't. Gorou is many things, but worthy of your affection is not one of them. He is not the strongest of your acolytes, neither is he the brightest— Gorou is merely himself, and he is keenly aware of how little meaning that holds.

Gorou partook in daydreams and sinful reveries, but was self-aware enough to realize they would never come true. He is beneath you, barely deserving to exist in the same world as you, and he has done nothing to deserve to walk beside you. He knows where he stands, and he knows that any step towards you is imaginary.

You are his god, and Gorou is fine to exist as he always has. Only ever dreaming of what it would be like to be yours.

How nice your touch would feel. How lovely your voice would sound so close. How amazing it would be if he could feel your hands in his hair, or your fingers running through the fur of his tail. He imagines what it would be like to be your pet often enough the thought feels like home.

You feel like home. Warm, safe. Yet, he can't reach you. He can't even brush his fingers against your form.

You are entirely unreachable, no matter how much he tires his arms trying to grab you. You sit at the top of heaven, beyond everything that he is. Gorou can only taste you in his thoughts, where even then the shame eats at him. If you knew how he’s tarnished your pure form, tainting you with his impure thoughts— would you finally do away with him? Though, in all his desperation, maybe he really wouldn’t mind. He’d get to see you.

"You're my favorite," you say. You reach over and scratch his scalp, fingers scraping against the base of his ears. Gorou represses a shiver, barely able to stand. His knees tremble lightly, despite how hard he tries to keep himself calm.

Your voice is so soft, so lovely it makes his heart ache. And from this distance, he knows he couldn't have misheard you— he's your favorite, and his lungs are almost entirely bereft of air.

Gorou wants to hear you say it again. He wants to ask, but the words die on his tongue, useless. He can't speak, his throat choked by thoughts and mantras of how wonderful you are. Just you, you, and you— you are everything, and he is nothing. But he is something to you— you have made him into something.

Something that you like. Something that you prefer, that you favor over the rest. Gorou isn't useless anymore, isn't worthless; he can't be, when his existence is liked by you. He serves a purpose now. Your purpose. And that purpose is perfect.

If he does well, maybe you'll say it again. If he proves himself worthy of having your gaze, maybe you'll touch him again. He can't stop thinking of the curve of your palm, the warmth from your pulse. His ears twitch, following the lingering echo of your voice in the air. Desperate to hear you again, even in such a small, pitiful way.

If you saw how pathetic he is, hugging his pillow pretending it's you— would you say it again? He hopes you would.

venti

The wind carries your words far before they reach him.

The air is heavy with languor, and the pleasant scent of flowers and honeysuckle. Your breath is soft, almost soundless, but Venti hears the roll of your tongue, the curl of your lips; he hears your words, beautiful as they are, and struggles to keep himself composed.

Venti thinks your voice is the most stunning in the world. Mellifluous and euphonious; every utterance a perfect cadence, every stutter a beauteous lyric. You could insult him, and he would take pleasure in hearing you speak. Your praise is like a siren’s song, drawing him in— Venti does nothing as his senses are overwhelmed by you, only spreading his arms wider so you may reach all of him.

And to be your favorite is the highest praise there is.

You say it with a small smile on your face. You say it unaware of the effect it has on him, of the way your words grip and pull him tight. Venti can't breathe, but he enjoys the feeling of suffocating— he delights in it. It's because of you, after all; and he delights in anything you could ever give to him.

Your breath is a holy gale. Your speech is to be delivered on the swiftest winds. Your laughter echoes throughout all of Teyvat, light and pleasant. Your voice is like an angelic choir singing, though he loathes to associate you with anything lesser. It is a sound incomparable to anything he knows; it is uniquely yours, entirely you. It belongs to nothing immortal or mortal, to no god or man. He could listen to you endlessly, an eternity spent writing poems and ballads about the way you talk.

Venti likes it most when you compliment him. When you tell him how pretty he is, or how talented he is musically. His skill has been tempered and honed by centuries of practice, and little compliments shouldn’t fluster him as easily anymore— but yours do.

"You're my favorite," you say, but Venti makes sure no one but him hears.

He wants to scream and for the world to know it. He wants to send your words so far that every life will have heard it. He wants to beg on bruised knees and plead with a bloodied throat for you to say it again, and again, and one more time after that— but he stops himself with all of the patience learned from being the anemo archon, however little it may be. Venti keeps himself silent, barely contained.

You wouldn’t want the others to know. You’d prefer it if it stayed between you, a secret kept between sealed lips. You wouldn’t want the others to fight, kind as you are. Venti says nothing of his own opinion on the matter, that he’d rather they all maim each other until they’re bloodied spots on the ground.

He wants everyone to know. He wants them to look, to gawk, and weep their mindless tears and apologies for not being good enough to deserve your attention. He wants to revel in their jealousy and bitter resentment; he wants nothing more than to bask in your light, love, and affection. He wants the others to know their place. Beneath him, beneath you.

But a small part of Venti still hungers to keep it to himself. Your words are just his to own, to stay close to his chest and treasure. He wants to adore them in private, to worship your speech alone. He could write ballads about your utterance until his fingertips bleed raw. His fingers have long ached from how often he strums his lyre, his knuckles an unsightly purple. You don’t want that, though. Venti thinks that’s a shame. How else is he supposed to show you how much he worships you?

Especially if he’s your favorite. He has to be worthy to hold onto that title. Worthy enough there’s no risk of him ever losing it.

He is constant, wild, and zealous. He is like a storm, forever churning and spinning. Venti doesn’t dare to hide behind masks of guile, or to act as if he isn’t desperate for a single glance in his direction. He would never lie to you. He is exactly as he appears— an acolyte who has run out of reasons to live long ago, but found them spirited deep within you.

Venti has always cared little for propriety, but he grows only bolder with your admission. He hooks your arms together, interlocking your fingers with eyes of fervor. He hungers for your attention and he does so ostensibly. But there’s a certain desperation in his actions, a plea for you to keep your eyes turned to him.

You don't mind his greed, do you? Let him find life within your voice.

[gowonders]

ELIISEEEEE

i got my nails redone today and all i’ve been able to think about is taehyun who likes his girls with pretty long acrylics, scratching his back and biceps when he’s slutting them out ;; the red marks on his tan skin im going insane

yes yes absolutely yes. you get me… this also reminds me how i should get my nails done again soon too but BACK TO THE WRITINGGGG 😙

minors dni with this post :)

warnings: reader has acrylics, (implied but not really talked about) bratty sub!reader, dom!terry, sweet names (baby,..) unprotected (yk the drill.. pls use a condom yall..) manhandling, reader kinda hurts taehyun but idk the english word for this LMAO, taehyun cums inside 🫣

taehyun who asks every few weeks “babyyyyy, can i pay for your nails?” why? because that man loves when your nails drag down his built back, digging into his arms, the feeling could literally have him cumming inside you without warning…

when you do get your nails done, you hold out your hand, showing taehyun the long acrylics, smiling as you admire the design yourself, they were so cute~ “they’re pretty!” taehyun says, but he can’t help but think of your nails making pink lines down his back, a sheepish smile as his cheeks glow slightly pink.

sooner or later, you ended up giving taehyun a reason to finally feel your nails make pretty little crescent indents in his skin, and drag pink ribbons of pain on his arms and back.

“should’ve thought about how you were gonna get punished before acting out like that, baby.” he says, pushing you down against the bed as he pulls your shorts and panties down, throwing them to some corner of the room as you hear his belt clinking above you, he barely pulls his pants down before he enters you swiftly, only giving you a few seconds to adjust before he pounds into you with no remorse, why? because any second now.. your hands would be snaking up his back, pretty nails making ‘c’ shaped indents in his skin, a small groan leaning taehyuns mouth, giving you butterflies.

and as he continues to roughly use you, kissing your neck, moaning against it with every time your nails dig into him, and when his pace increases even more (is that even possible at this point?) your nails start dragging red lines onto his built back, and at that point he practically just cums inside.. “sorry sorry baby.. just felt so good….”

and you know damn well he wears a tank top the next day to show off the work you left behind, he thinks it’s cute. ♥

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i don’t know if this is what you wanted.. so i’m sorry if it’s not!! lmk what you think 🤍

[not-poignant]

Hi! You absolutely don't need to answer this, I just wanted to stop by and say that depression definitely sucks, and I'm sorry you're going through it — I hope you feel better soon 💛

Absolutely no rush on posting, please don't feel like you need to stick to any particular schedule for posting or replying to comments. Especially for fic, which should be fun!

Take care — I adore your stories, I think they're incredible, but I'm always happy to wait for them (and I suspect the vast majority of your readers feel the same way 💛)

Ahhh thank you anon this is so kind <3333

My depressive episodes are always pretty heavy, I've been taking the mornings off the past few days to just watch some TV and do cross-stitch and zone out (normally I sit down and get to work immediately, like, 'sit at my computer eating breakfast getting to work.') It's been great to kind of chill out, though I never really stop thinking about the characters or the stories, but I'm more than okay with that.

I'm definitely going to be able to keep to the schedule, it's the 'socialising' side of things that can get harder. But sometimes just little breaks here and there make all the difference. Sometimes even just telling everyone I need a break, ironically takes a lot of pressure off me and then I need less of a break. I guess in a way, that means just communicating helps a lot, which seems really obvious in retrospect!

But you know, it's kind of 'frowned upon' in many professional circles. Tumblr is a weird space, where it honestly feels more natural to be open and authentic, instead of button up my personality and just present a 'WAHEY LET'S READ SOME WRITINGGGG' - I mean I know I do that too sometimes, but honestly, sometimes my vibe is also like 'hi I am pressure cleaning objects in this video game and tired and a bit sore in my brain how's everyone else doing.'

We all get sore in our brains sometimes sdlkfja

The fic is still fun! I love replying to comments. I just do need to take breaks sometimes, especially during times that are supposed to be breaks. I have some particular internal red flags that are like 'oh shit, you're depressed, get offline now' which I never see coming, but once they're there it's like... easier to listen to.

Tomorrow morning and the next morning I'll probably do more of the same - watch TV, do cross-stitch, think about what I'll do for the rest of the day. Honestly that serves as a bit of an internet break too, and frankly I have really needed to just check out a bit more, even for a few hours, but I'm sure many folks know sometimes that's really hard to do until you start making yourself <3333

[haonqq]

Been tryna get back into writingggg here's a little thing from chase n i's og setting

It's a familiar process.

A brush of warm hands, three clicks and a whirr, and then he's hooked up to the familiar hum of the machine. Like an old friend, the drone sinks into his teeth, rattles through his skull, and for a moment he shuts his eyes.

This is the part where his heart starts to race, where the all too human fear of pain makes him wonder why did i do this? Why do I do this?

His eyes flicker open, settling on the shape of Dylan as he moves around him, setting things up by the letter, following each step of the process carefully.

Afraid to mess up the first time? "This is your first time, right?"

He doesn't seem particularly eager, at least. A small blessing. He does seem the type to follow things exactly, but once the switch has been flipped-

Then he'll really know the type of man in charge of him- of his friends.

An exaggerated sigh slips through his lips, flippant and childish, "It's easier if you just let me sit now." He'll end up on the floor regardless, but he hates the fall, the way his knees ache for hours afterwards, reminding him of the aches elsewhere.

"You know that's against protocol."

Another sigh and he shrugs, flinching as he jostles the connection just slightly. "Yeah, yeah, let's go then. I'm sure we both have other things we're supposed to be doing. Or want to be." The quirk to his smile is a little off, heart racing in his chest, as if anticipation would let him properly prepare.

He watches Dylan like a hawk; the twitch of his fingers, muscles shifting for the press of a switch.

He tries to empty the breath from his lungs so there's nothing to scream with.

It doesn't work.

[saerotonins]

#⭐️ JJK ASK: Satoru & Sukuna how do you guys feel about the characters dynamic?? I feel like we didn’t get a lot of scene of them just talking 😭😩 YOU BOHT ARE SMOKING HOT I need to now do guys work out together ???! Pls tell the work out routine so I can find a girlfriend 😔😔

Ps: co-producer rica I need you to replace gege 🙏🏽

I love you writingggg it so funny and entertaining!! I look forward for moreee!!!!!😩😘

satoru: it's definitely an interesting dynamic that's for sure, the strongest and the king of curses? definitely something i would be paying to watch *laughs* thank you for the compliment, i knew my hard work paid off *winks*

sukuna: *groans* gross, you're really flirting right now? but anyway, i think sender had a typo and meant ME *shrugs and sticks his tongue out*

satoru: alright buddy, keep dreaming *laughs* but yes! me, sukuna, and toji often workout together when we have time, but it's mostly toji and sukuna doing all the spotting and i'm just minding my own business :P

sukuna: *nods* mhm, so you agree that you're a deadweight?

satoru: *gasps* i never said such thing! not my fault you guys are more knowledgeable than workouts than i am *crosses his arms*

sukuna: *playfully rolls his eyes* whatever. but as for a workout routine, we mostly just do the basics to maintain our shape and enough to keep our stamina improving which helps us in our fight scenes. i can't really share a specific workout routine since different bodies have different needs. but i suggest you know your body goals so you know what you can work on *smiles*

sukuna: anyway, i'm positive you can still get a girlfriend, i believe in you, this guy right here managed to have a partner. i believe you can too *chuckles*

satoru: hey! what was that supposed to mean? D:

co-producer rica's note: AHH nonnie!! you are so sweet!! although, i don't think director gege would approve of the idea LMAO but thank you so much for loving the things i have put out!! i really appreciate it, thank you sososo much <33!!

[bluberimufim]

Find the Word Tag

Tag gamessss!!! I'm back to posting writingggg!!! (not that I'm writing original stuff rn, I'm just posting about it again)

Anywayyy, I got tagged by @olliexwrites (go check it out) for this. My words are White, Storm, Love, and Desk and I'll be taking the snippets from "Devourer of Souls" and "Black and White" as usual.

I'll gently tag @leisoree, @stesierra, and @writernopal, and your words will be Oppose, Bet, Risk, and City.

White (from DoS)

"We're going to the frontlines," replied one of the soldiers, with a moustache sprinkled with white hairs. "I don't think it's a proper place for a girl like you." I'm not a girl, Seth thought, but she restrained herself. She tried to look nice. "That's where I'm going!" she explained, setting one hand on the car. "I'm a healer." "You don't look like a healer. Where's your cloak?" "I'm in disguise," she lied. "My Master Healer Lady asked me to come work for the Lady Demigoddess." For a moment, she was grateful they'd hammered these titles into her head so hard they came out naturally. She sounded more convincing this way.

Storm (from B&W)

"I never thought I'd say this to you at age twenty-four, but I think you're senile." "I'm not senile, I'm drunk! You know, I once met a writer who said he had his best ideas when drunk. It's what I'm doing! Brainstorm! I've been thinking about it for a while, see?" He fished out his little black notebook from the inner pocket of his coat. It was much more worn out than a notebook that recent had any right to be. He set it down on the table and started flipping through it, showing its contents to Diedrich. Most of it was scribbles, with one or two notes scattered here and there. It was clear he'd given up on being organized about halfway through.

Love (from DoS)

"Don't you think it's weird to date the person you're healing?" Asha looked at her, confused. "No. Why?" "Well... she's eating up your soul piece by piece." "You're getting it wrong. I give my soul to her of my own free will precisely because I love her. I want to keep her alive, and if parts of my soul are what she needs, I'll offer them whenever she wants. For my love for her and my love for the Goddess of Time. This way, I slowly become part of her. Don't you find it the most romantic act of devotion there is?" Seth didn't reply so she wouldn't have to lie.

(I love Asha, she's so weird)

Desk (from B&W)

"Let me see him," he insisted. ""No," Johann repeated. "I'm his father. I want to see him. Let me go see him." "I've been there. The others called me over to go see it. It's not a vision I'd wish upon anyone. Especially not you. Stay." "I don't want to. I can't. If it was your son, I would have let you see him. For the last time. Let me go see Alphonse." "Diedrich, please don't insist. You can see him later, just not now. Not in the state he's in. I don't want you to see the look on his face. or his eyes. Try to understand, please. Diedrich let go of the desk and tried to stand up straight. He sighed. "Fine."

Damn, that was mostly normal and then ended in an emotional gut-punch. At least for me, because I know the context. Yippeeee!! 🥳🥳🥳

[lqfiles]

BROOO JAEMIN GET BEHIND ME I WILL FIGHT ANYONE FOR YOU AND YOUR CAT (even tho my dog wont let me bc she doesn’t like the smell of other animals on me 😔 BUT I’LL TRY)

also thank you for the new update 😋🫶🏼 EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU BEFORE I CRAWL OUT UNDER YOUR BEDS WITH A MASK ON IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT 😋😋😋

and yesss there are gendered words in Spanish for example “la foto” (the picture) is feminine “la mano” (the hand) is feminine, “el programa” (the program) is masculine, “el planeta” (the planet) is masculine. so the word “la” leans more towards femininity. for example: “la mujer” (the woman). “el” leans more towards masculinity. for example: “el hombre” (the man)

(also, its not easy for me to explain it 😭 but again, I’m here if it’s confusing 🫡)

and about my writingggg, i just started the series, im writing another piece of writing, im finishing one, and i just came up with another… my brain doesn’t stop 😭 that’s why i spend my time readinggg (also i read these two other books this week and so good)

but AGAIN i will literally take haechan in a fist fight i can do it guys swear! I throw hands (no I don’t) and I can do it (no I can’t) AND I GOT THIS (i’ll leave it you guys)

- 🫧

(also bella just posed for me on my digital camera and she looks like a doll/stuffed animal 😭 I guess that tired her bc she’s sleeping rn)

me fr because i’m the biggest cat person and jaemin has the cutest cats fr, anyways yasss that’s gonna be it for now i’ll try and make some of the new chaps soon 😝

its not confusing i surprisingly understand it, so if someone were to type something and started it with la you would be able to immediately tell they’re a woman? or am i wrong..

OH YOURE BUSYYY plsss how are you gonna handle all that at the same time 😭 have you decided what you’re gonna focus on? and maybe give us a little sneak peak 👀 the way i came up with a new fic idea too, WERE JUST SO FULL OF CREATIVITY!!

LMFAOOOOOO EXACTLY I (most non confrontational person ever) will beat his ease if he doesn’t stop (i would never lay a hand on a person cos i’m too scared) he better watch it 😒

ALSO OMGGG YOU JAVE A DIGITAL CAMERA?? i’ve been wanting one for ages, i feel like taking pictures on those just hits different, i bet the picture came out looking super duper cute aaweee, i was gonna say that you should show me but idk if you can even send digital camera pics to your phone or anything like that

[dancingwiththefae]

for the ask game: trademark edition. faye. fayeeee. your trademark in my eyes is you absolutely writing your bliss whether you're currently on roll with smut, all the bisexual feelings EVERYWHERE, or darkfic. you writing exactly what you want and how you want. 🔥 you move between big pairing fun and tropes on your own terms and roll around in the femslash and rarepairs without letting anything slow you down (except the actual writing process jsfjfjfsj writingggg). your philippa eilhart/eva fic is amazing and so is your geraltl/jaskier. (and everything else you ever write). please keep doing you. and omg how many wips do you have left that you're clearing out this year??? a bounty of fic to catch up on in my ao3 notifs. ❤️

Wah this is so nice 😭😭 I’m feeling so 🥰

I’m just a big ol’ bi book nerd who likes to write and there’s so many rich characters I have to write for every one. My wip folder is a mess of half written things and that’s not accounting for my other account for darker fic I just have too many ideas in my head and the audacity to think I can write them all

Am I still the only one in the Philippa/Eva tag? I own that now, officially. And I think I’m the only one in the Dijkstra/Radovid tag too lmao.

I want to finish those fics so I can write more fic I cannot be stopped

[sparklygraves]

les mis...

1. The first character I first fell in love with

I got into the fandom through a Grantaire/Enjolras fic & I LOVE them but the first singular character I fell head over heels for is Combeferre

2. The character I never expected to love as much as I do now

Javert

3. The character everyone else loves that I don’t

uhhh Courf-- but only because I don't know him yet!! I'm sure I will adore him too! he seems great!!

4. The character I love that everyone else hates

uhhh who is hated in les mis? I guess I've heard hate for Russell Crowe's voice but I really like it!

5. The character I used to love but don’t any longer

ummm nope still love everybody

6. The character I would totally smooch

ooooo hmmmm how abooooot ... well tbh I'm not really into smooching 99% of the time, but I could fall in love with Ferre <3

7. The character I’d want to be like

is it weird if I say Ferre again? xD also Enj-- just cuz I wanna beliiieve in things & have some drive. I am secretly R.

8. The character I’d slap

Javert?

9. A pairing that I love

Enj/R/Ferre

10. A pairing that I despise

I got weirdly angry while watching the 2012 musical & Marius & Cosette fell in "love" at first sight. I was like uuuuuuuuugh lazy straight ppl writingggg.

also, I really like Cosette as a character & I was annoyed that she just got passed from man to man. just--ugh! she deserves more of a journey on her own!!

[screampied]

OUUU I ALSO LOVE WRITINGGGG, i write poems n all n i used to make fics when i was like 11-14 😭😭

i js know that when i make my account im js gonna click on ur account and look at all my asks n add my hcs to my post 😭😭

speaking of whichhh, geto 😛

ive been listening to good kisser by usher and it has me in SHACKLESSSSSSS, so im a firm believer geto likes kisses.

likes? LOVESSSS, he kisses all over you and if you kiss him back, best believe that his cocky ass persona drops INSTANTLY, esp if you kiss his tip, if you do, he’s practically melted all just for you <3

lowk.. i bet his moans are SOOOOOO ATTRACTIVE, LIKE MY OH MY I NEEDA HEAR THAT IRL 🤤 sorry. urges !! i got like 10,000 other hcs…

also the way you call me pearly, i heart it !!

— pearl anon <3

HI PEARLY BABE. 🤍🤍🤍

this is so late i’ve been soooo busy, sobs. omg really? 🥹 I LOVE POETRY DOWNNNN. poems also, i took lots of creative writing classes it’s so funnnn. LMAO me too, i mostly wrote short thriller / scary stories growing up hehe.

YESSSSS FEEL FREE. ur asks always eat me up i swear. omg that’s such a good song like 🙆‍♀️ u have such good taste

HE DEF DOES. geto seems like the type to love kisses. i think he kisses kinda sloppy actually omg. KISSING HIS TIP 😋 he’d be soooooo

UR GOOODDD omg this has me thinking now 😞😞😞 need him carnally

[despairforme]