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gaycrouton · 5 years

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hey! loooooooveee your writing! I'm super new to writing and I feel like I suck and since you seem so comfortable with it and you seem to play around all the time I was hoping you could say what you find hard about writing? I see lists of confidence boosters and encouraging tips but I think it would help me more to see that people I admire struggle? Is that weird? hehe sorry

Hahaha no that’s not weird at all, I understand! And thank you so much for your sweet words. So I know I’m definitely forgetting things from this list, but off the top of my head, here are a few of the many things I struggle with (in no specific order). Side Note: Everything I list is just my personal view. I’ve read fanfics that go against how I write personally and LOVE THEM.

I’m also gonna tag some others because I think for something like this, multiple opinions would be great! Anything you guys struggle with? @admiralty-xfd @monikafilefan @fragilevixenfic @slippinmickeys @sarie-fairy @suitablyaggrieved (ANY AUTHORS JUMP IN!)

1) Smut specific, trying to find realistic pacing. In terms of MSR, it’s very important for me to find a pacing that feels honest, even if I’m exploring or putting them in an AU situation. Even if I’m writing a “Mulder and Scully are trapped in an elevator and fuck” fic, I am still writing based off the canon that they take seven years to get together (which gets even tricker if your fic is earlier). It’s unrealistic to be like here’s a love confession then boom his dick is in her. I think that’s why I try and play around with awkwardness so much, because for me it’s what makes these situations plausible and real. They have to be pushed over the edge significantly and act accordingly (this is just for me personally).

2) I’m impatient. I write and then want to post right away. I need to respect the necessity of the beta-ing process (for reason #3), and when I do they always come out better.

3) I think faster than I type and I have small chubby Trump hands and ADHD. So typos and half-finished phrases galore.

4) Because of #2 I post WIPs before I even know where they are going. I think this also comes from a fear of being soooo excited about an idea that I want to put it out because I have an irrational and stupid fear that someone else will do it before me (which is ridiculous of me).

5) I know this will seem strange coming from me, but sometimes writing sex scenes is like pulling teeth. That’s literally just because I think the length of the sex scene should be adequate in regards to the build up. Build up is my favorite part to write so then when I get to the sex scene I’m just like “oh yeah... I have a whole other thing I have to write” and I always try to come up with an aspect that will make this sex scene different than that sex scene.

6) I am at the conundrum of loving stories where Scully is injured/hurt/attacked/xyz and Mulder trying to help her, while also recognizing the problematic history of ‘hurt woman rescued by man’ trope. So my gender studies lenses come out and I have to navigate the delicate balance of never having the violence or what it may be be too gratuitous or (not that I ever would) I have to really make sure Scully doesn’t come across as helpless. Of course this can be reversed as well, but it’s most commonly women being mistreated.

7) I have an awful method of writing. I sit down and I intend not to get up until I have a chapter/story done. 80% of my fics are written in one go. It would be so much better if I didn’t do that to myself, but I’m still learning.

8) I ocassionally am randomly sensitive, so sometimes mean comments hurt my feelings. It’s that whole, you could get 5000 positive comments and one negative and you’ll remember the negative. Which is so stupid, but being indifferent is easier said than done.

But hmmmm, that’s all I’m thinking right now.

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poisonpeche · 2 years

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Ahhhhh I had a sexy lil dream about scare actor levi and it was just great 🥰 specifically when you wrote about seeing him walking slowly to you frame by frame in strobe lights - and then it became like a game of hide and seek, but everything was heightened because it’s a haunted house and he was dressed up with a chainsaw prop so the thrill was 👌🏼

A sexy lil’ dream about scare actor Levi what a fuckin’ trick AND treat, Nonnie.

First of all, love that for you. Secondly, I too have an overactive imagination and have him in my thots daily.

Let’s share a new nightmare dream together, shall we? 👻

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Paranormal Activity Part II | Levi Ackerman x You

Summary: Scare Actor Levi chases you in a haunted house with the star of the show, a chainsaw. Or is it…You?

NSFW, MDNI, 18+ ONLY - TW: Role Playing, Mutual Masturbation, Light Spanking, Degradation if you squint, Temperature Play, Fake Blood & Gore, Spooky Themes. Turns out you two have a kink for Exhibitionism in Haunted Houses.

Read Part I

The grime of his pitch black makeup smears down his high cheeks and cut jaw.

Eyes as sharp and silver as a dagger in the night darting around every corner for you…

“Where are youuu, sweetheart?” He sing songs in a mocking timbre with a gentle rev of the chainsaw’s engine.

You’d whimper, but he’d find you all too easily.

Another game to your arsenal. Levi’s Game.

A crimson glow drips down the walls in a thick haze like blood, a fitting scene for the maze you’re panting through. Hair whipping as you twist your neck around with eyes wide. As you turn away from the only light source down a deep entrance, your fingers run over the battered and bruised wood of the hallway. You desperately search for something to hold onto as your sight strains against the dark void.

Tips extended wide and futile, you brush over something smooth to the touch yet hard. And warm.

“Hah! I found you, you sicko - you lost!”

A sliced neck greets you with entrails unfurling in waves and you nearly fall to the ground as a blaring horn is triggered with a flash. A decapitated figure suspended and tragic looms over you and you absolutely hate that he nearly got you.

A snicker, brutal and seductive floats through air and down your spine. It’s him. He feels near and far away like an entity. Like a ghost.

“What else would those gorgeous legs do, but lead you right into my trap? As always,” he mocks through a snarl.

You roll your eyes and gather yourself, lunging forward with a scoff. You begin searching for your next hiding place. But why not taunt your predator into madness while you’re at it?

“Hmm very funny,” you jeer, seizing control.

“What’s so funny, hm?”

“Funny, that you’re convinced they only get me into trouble. When they seem to only devastate you. Isn’t that right? Levi.”

You’re quite the multitasker as you manage to search for a new hiding place and fatally flirt with him. He lets you pretend to win as he watches your skirt ride up over your thighs while you bend down amidst an earthen set of uprooted trees and cracked stone.

Fuck, if he doesn’t love to watch.

The way the fat of your thighs spill through your fishnets. Another purchase for his girl. The lattice stretching wide against your skin.

He wants to lick you stupid.

But settles for pathetically twitching in his high waisted jeans wrapped so tight around his navel at the sight of you in that pastel pink skater dress. The one with with the high neck and flowing long sleeves against the harsh lines of your stockings and thigh high boots. The one he adores. He’d growl if it wouldn’t give him away.

The contrast of you makes him dizzy, but he can’t lose focus. Not now. Not when you’re within range. His prey.

“The only thing that would devastate me is not getting to taste you in that.”

You cut off your own whimper rising in your throat. But he hears. He always hears.

“Bet you’re wet for me right now aren’t you, sweetheart?”

This time you can’t stop the whine. And he laughs as your crouched thighs begin to tremble against the heel of your boots.

“That’s what I thought.”

He reaches down for you through the swirls of fog and you bolt right before he can have you.

His fingerless glove clad hand recoils and he snarls with a rip of the chainsaw, piercing the air and it has your blood rushing as you run.

And he just manages to smack your ass with the taught leather as he struggles to catch you.

The sting rushing to your skin as your skirt flutters like butterfly wings with a nocturnal beast gnashing at your tail.

“Give me what I want before I take it from you.”

You grunt in frustration as you round the corner.

“Lose already, so I can,” he heaves a delighted sigh through an evil grin as he rolls his neck with a shudder, “reward you.”

You gulp down a groan as you weave through a confined space of…hanging corpses. Lifeless bodies strung up and your imagination reels. They feel like they’re writhing against you. Slimy and unmistakably dead as they swing and knock you off your feet until your shockingly stilled. An iron grip around your waist as he plunges out a trap door to you close enough to catch you and devour your neck in a kiss. The heat of the dying chainsaw searing your thigh. Enough to send sparks through you, but not to burn.

He’s pulling you back through the door before you can protest with a tight grip around your wrist as you’re pinned against the wall of the secluded secret room.

He’s buries his sharp nose in the soft skin of your neck, nuzzling deep with a dark inhale of his cologne on your throat has his eyes rolling back. His scent of whiskey, oak, and mulled cider marking you at your own accord and he loses his damn mind.

“What were you thinking, pretty girl?”

You know exactly what he implies. What were you thinking wearing that deliciously femme dress flowing in cascades over your curves against the harsh crisscross pattern choking your legs? To top it all off with a masculine musk that has him seeing stars. His scent.

The way you toy with his expectations of you revs his pulse like the trigger of the chainsaw dangling in between your legs. Pressed against your pussy. Waiting.

“I wasn’t,’’ you whisper against him.

He grins at your submission. So you’ll behave after all.

“I’ll make sure of that,” he promises with every intention to have you fucked dumb.

But how?

He leans in to press sweet kisses into your neck. The dull heat of the chainsaw in between your thighs causes your moan to shiver across his tongue.

He’d laugh if he wasn’t so floored by you.

Taking off his demin jacket and laying it out on the floor beneath you, he softly commands, “Get down.” Another kiss to the corner of your mouth. “On your knees.”

Weak in them already, the short drop to the floor at his feet is a welcome relief. You bask in his presence waiting for more, gripping the backs of his ankles as you peer up at him.

“I know you like this shit,” he revs the trigger with a quick pulse that sends your heart racing, “don’t you?”

Wide-eyed and feigned innocence, you softly nod before him.

“I know you do, baby. Listen to me.”

He cups your jaw with his hand, thumbing your cheek with nothing but devotion. You tremble at his exaltation. He means to comfort you before the final blow.

“Fuck yourself on it.”

He lowers the chainsaw in between your spread knees, pushing the blade in between your parted thighs. The smooth flat ridge of the handle covering the trigger rests inches below your throbbing cunt.

Your answer is in the string of arousal that drips from your spread lips over the trigger of the saw.

Levi’s dark laugh has you squeezing your thighs around the outside of the machine as he sits down in front, facing you with his back against the far wall and legs spread to cage you in with his bent knees at your hips. He’s close enough to see every detail.

He likes to watch after all.

Who are you to deny him a good show?

You splay your palms flat over your plush thighs and inch agonizingly upward, dragging your fingers over your bunched hem in a slow reveal.

With a slide of your finger, the first gift of the night is unwrapped, a black silk garter straining against the fat of your thigh and threatening to spill over.

You swear you can see Levi’s throat bob at your display while he looks on with a hunger that sets you ablaze.

Palming yourself further still, the skirt drapes back to reveal a full set of intricate criss crosses and…What were you fucking thinking?

His heads cocks to the side in shock. Eyes sliding to the center of you to find nothing there. Just your bare pussy drooling through the fishnets. You’re not wearing any panties and he just might die.

“What am I gonna do with you?” Fondness dripping his tone as he reaches up to cup your jaw and you nuzzle against his palm with a kiss to his wrist.

His thumb strokes you under your eye with a tenderness that could break your heart.

You whimper and his eyes turn black.

“M gonna make it all better for you, baby. Do you trust me?”

Your tiny nod has a possessiveness seeping into every one of his thoughts as he reaches for you only to catch one of the loops in the netting and pulls hard.

The rip of the fabric exposes your cunt to the chill of the house, creaking and alive with blares of traps and screams all around you.

As a red light pulses overhead you see him in strobing images, each more beautiful and devastating than the last as he stares at you with pure hunger. His jaw hangs and lips part taking the image of you in.

“Sit. Spread my pussy out for me.”

More drips down your legs at the words.

Obeying, you slot the handle in between your lips as they drape over the sides. The warmth of the saw has you gasping at the contact, but you find yourself getting hard with the heat. Clit swollen and twitching at every movement against the soft sear.

“You can take it, baby,” he hisses through his teeth in awe of you as you relax into his warm voice.

Levi takes your wrists and drapes them around his neck and you soothe yourself with the soft shave of his undercut. You lace your fingers into his dark strands and pull yourself forward to him, riding the handle of the chainsaw. Your shameless moan has him in a daze.

“My perfect girl,” he can still smell himself on you as you buck to him.

The glint and gleam of his piercings against the dull light compete with his eyes only for you lost in the black grime trailing down his cheeks.

He reaches around your hips, grabbing a palm full of your ass. He encourages a deeper slide against the metal and you cry out for him. You’re so wet he can hear every movement you make. The sound of your own slick getting you off in return.

As you look up to Levi he’s unzipping his pants and taking himself out. Pink and aching and horrible.

He strokes himself to you as his head falls back against the black wall with his eyes sitting low as you continue to fuck yourself in front of him.

The leather of his gloves ruined from his weeping head as his bare fingers slide faster with every pump.

Your nipples harden at the sight of him and you pull your neckline down for him to see. The drool pooling on your tongue falls as you salivate, coating your nipple with a whimper. They perk and glisten as Levi’s tongue darts out. He wants to taste, but let’s you work. You deserve to feel so good.

He groans at you. His star.

“Wanna fuck you with my cock, but I wouldn’t get the same view, now would I?”

Your panting picks up and you squeeze your thighs.

“Wouldn’t get to see all of you. How pretty you look…”

He leans in inches from your lips and catches them in a kiss.

A rumble erupts at your core as he pulses the trigger briefly beneath you, keening with your head thrown back. The vibrations of the saw sending your senses into overdrive as you fight to catch your breath. The thrill only mounting.

“Fuck, you like that don’t you? Of course you do. You’re mine.”

He revs it again for a longer pulse as your grind deepens and you have to grab his shoulder to steady yourself, gripping his bicep for dear life.

Your cry stifled by the chaos around you, but Levi sees it all unfold. Your parted lips in a scream and he’s already won.

“Lev’ it’s—fuck, so good—I wanna hah,” you beg and plead and it’s only fueling him to break you down to your most basic desires. To fuck and to be fucked. To twist and to writhe, and he’ll just look on and adore you like the art that you are.

“If you want to, don’t look away. Only me. Can you do that, my love?” He groans out on an exhale as he relentlessly works his cock. The flick of his wrist hypnotizing you. Precum smearing and his own thighs begin to shake.

“Don’t ever wanna—mmm—leave you. Never, never. Levi, you’re so, so—fuck, I…I,” you’re breathless, but somehow, “I love you.”

He presses the trigger into overdrive and you’re flying off the edge, tumbling and crashing into him. You can’t hear him say it over the cacophonous noise reverberating off the walls, but you see the tender I love you too flow from his lips with his eyes wide and glassy. The look he gives you could heal you and destroy you.

You want it all.

Your chest hitting his as you’re thrown from the machine crying out his name. You cum hard in waves and the scene brings him there as you shake in his arms. White dripping over his fist as he locks his dark eyes with you.

He promised he’d never look away.

Maybe you’ll learn to catch something as wild and unpredictable as smoke while he sinks into your eyes, spilling all his secrets in his stare.

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Read Part I

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poisonpeche · 2 years

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Levi Ackerman as Sailor Midnight Sun

“In the name of the Midnight Sun, I’ll punish you!”

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poisonpeche · 2 years

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Heyy can i request chubby!levi x reader Where Levi is insecure about what reader thinks about his weight but on the contrary she finds him super cute and squishy 🥺💕?

Oh nonnie, I hc that not only does Levi love curvy people, but he ages so beautifully and his new body just becomes so soft and stunning and well, here ya go.😉

Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, 18+, Honestly Levi’s a Soft Boy, so he deserves some Softcore, hm?? Mentions of starvation and undeniable fluff.

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Levi never thought there’d be a day without hunger.

Where he wouldn’t be driven into madness as his stomach began to eat away at his tiny frame.

Those gaunt ribs of a starving boy are now lovingly covered by his past.

He found a way to rebuild himself again.

Muscle began to wrap around his bones as he grew stronger, and you found a way to wrap around him too.

Ensnaring his beating heart in the palm of your hand and holding his body impossibly close in a twist of sheets, a lace of fingers, and shared breaths pouring into each other’s mouths.

Levi is older now.

He still can’t believe it.

How he made it this far…And with you too?

It feels like a dream.

In your eyes, he is one. Does he even know how beautiful he is?

The corners of his eyes delicately fold now like the pages of his books.

Creased and soft with the weather of time.

A mark of every deep laugh you’ve given him, since the war was over.

He wears his gift from his fallen comrades so well. If they could see him now. Free.

His dark hair tangled with silver to match the inlay of his eyes. It’s grown out past his ears that tip pink every time you whisper against his neck at night.

Fresh scars smoothing over to faded valleys. With each day that passes, he heals.

He changes.

His muscle hardened with the threat of survival begins to soften.

He doesn’t live in fear anymore and his body follows.

His lower belly is so soft and sensitive to your touch now, twitching with each hitched breath as you trace his new scars there.

But these weren’t from any blade or forged in fire.

They’re a deep rose color that stretch and twist over his new contour near the ridge of his hips.

Vibrant and tactile like his hand in yours gripping for dear life as he shudders around you.

His open thighs thicker and more pliant with peace, tremble uncontrollably in your hold as he desperately flexes against your roaming mouth, tracing long lines against every mark with a pleading look in your eye.

You adore him so openly that he has to look away.

He feels so bare against your insatiable gaze now. He’s embarrassed. Could you ever imagine seeing Levi so shy like this before?

It’s cute…it…it makes you impossibly hungry as heat swoops through your lower belly in perfect time with his whines.

“How can you fu—hah—l-look at me like this? I can’t—” He struggles to finish the words through open mouthed pants hot on the wrist he’s thrown over his face.

He may be older now, but his attitude never left. Thank god, because you love him like this. His snarl means nothing, but you writhe when he’s a little mean. Always have. Even when you have him pinned beneath you like this, squirming at your mercy.

“Levi,” the way his name drips off your tongue sends a shiver pummeling through him and he groans from deep within his chest.

After all these years.

“How can you look like this and expect me not to want to devour you.”

“That’s the problem.”

You grind forward into him, deepening the straddle and a whimper rises in his throat with his head thrown back against the pillows.

“Is it? When you make me feel like this? W—mmm—when you make yourself feel like this?” You exhale off the roll of your hips and the words nearly choke him.

Fuck. That ignites something within him. He dares to meet your gaze underneath the hand covering his face…Pink across his cheeks…Down his neck…He’s-

“Beautiful. You’re beautiful, Levi. Ask me whenever you want, and I’ll tell you what you are. I’ll tell you every day until you believe it.”

He stills, hanging on every word as you cup his jaw in reverence. He relaxes into your touch.

“You are so much more than your body and your service to others, Levi. This time…it’s for you. And you’ll change, and I’ll see you through it all because it’s you and I…I adore you. Even more than when I first saw you. You hold all of those memories in your body. Every scar, every change, don’t forget that you carried them all. All that shit we went through, it makes you just a man. Don’t be afraid of what you fought for.”

His eyes hold a softness for you that melts into his new body.

Your reassurance always destroys him so beautifully. Just like you promised.

“Now…If you don’t shut that mouth of yours and let me show you…and fuck you until you fall apart in our bed, then I’ll only give you more room to doubt how I feel. Won’t I?”

Fuck, alright. Maybe he will believe it. Faster than he thought.

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