#nevy writes

[hotxcheeto]

im begging for a fic with ellie about tribbing i don't even care about the plot at this point i just an ellie fic with scissoring

━ 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀, 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ?

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, ex gf!ellie, angst here and there, SMUT, tribbing, kissing/make out session, lowkey toxic behavior, mentions and situations with alcohol, both ellie and reader are tipsy, party environment in the first 1/2, top!ellie, bottom!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - ehhehehehehe i love olivia rodrigo so i had to bruh REQUESTS ARE OPEN NOW!

REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!

Music bumped in the room on the other side of the wall that supported the upper cabinet that held your head. The smell of sweat, alcohol and cigarettes filled up the small kitchen to the brim while a few people laughed and chugged the concoction in the punch bowl that sat on the corner countertop.

Other than the patrons drinking themselves into a very horrible morning that was soon to come, there was a couple making out against the fridge. Bothering anyone that wanted to drink something other than what the party host called, 'the ultimate punch to the gut' that the college boys were frothing over.

You decided on something else that you'd scavenged from the liquor cabinet that had been broken into earlier in the night. The liquid a pink color, bubbling from the continued sloshing in your red solo cup that was lazily hanging from your hand.

Your head felt dizzy at all the uproar in the room, the only thing keeping your two feet flat on the ground was the girl in front of you. Chasing your gaze with her head that way with each direction you looked, her eyes weren't far behind to follow.

"I told you I'm done, Ellie. I'm sick of your shit." You slurred slightly, having swayed your hips on far too many people and had too many drinks to care about how you currently sounded.

Or looked for that matter, lipstick smudged across your lips and even had made its way off your mouth. Eye makeup mirroring the appearance of the lower half of your face and all the while your dress was halfway up your thighs from her prying and your continuous attempts to stop yourself from making a decision you'd regret.

"You're a fakeass bitch, y'know that?" You pointed at her, the manicure that she had in fact paid for practically mocking her as she grabbed your hand and pushed it down, holding it in her own.

"Don't be like that, babe." You rolled your eyes at just the sound of her voice, suddenly hearing it and comparing it to the biggest annoyance in the world. "You were like that first, or did you already discard the lap warmer you were entertaining when I walked in?"

Right, the bottle blonde with the bad roots.

"Y/n..." She dragged out your name with that excruciating tone that made you feel like you'd done something bad. "Answer me Ellie."

She opened and closed her mouth for a second, not meeting your eyes before shrugging her shoulders. The black fabric of her long sleeve button up going with, pissing you off even more as the realization set in that she'd worn your favorite of her nice shirts and even undone the top few buttons you always undid for her.

"She's one of Abby's friends, fuck Y/n, I don't even know her name I promise." You scoffed, leaning your head back on the cupboard, looking over at the drunk guys challenging each other to drink a full cup of the punch once again.

"You piss me off." You rubbed your eyes, not caring of the slight burn that your lashes caused on your irises. "I know. C'mon, I said sorry." She said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You sent me fifty-eight text messages, I don't remember there being a 'sorry' in there though." "Babe-" Ellie stopped when she realized you were in fact not paying any attention to her now, looking out the kitchen window, but it was too dark to actually see anything past the glass.

"C'mon... let's just go home, I'll give you the best apology fucking ever." The alcohol really boosted her confidence as she said this, Ellie moving to kiss up your neck as you thought, her thumb coming to wipe the smeared lipstick away.

"I promise, babe." You wanted to fall against her and give in, just how you wanted when you seen her earlier eye-fucking you from across the room. Fucking hell you were such a gullible mess.

"Ellie..." "Can't tell me you don't miss my fingers..." "Shh!"

You tried covering her mouth but it was no use as she just laughed, looking down at your pretty eyes while you tried to shut her up.

"I don't, mine work just fine, actually." Such fakeness followed those syllables, even you cringed slightly on the inside as you spoke them.

"Huh, so you're lying to me now too?"

"No..." Yes.

"You're a bad liar." She then whispered, impossible to hear her if you had not been so close to her mouth. "You're a dickhead." You then replied, giving her a smile while pulling back.

That was nothing to her, leaning forward despite your unwillingness just earlier, but something about the way you met her lips wondered if you changed your mind.

She tasted like the shitty alcohol mix those dudes were chugging along with soaked in Chapstick and the two combined creating a rush of memories that came trickling back. Those pictures soon invading your mind all the same, fingers wrapping around her belt loops before you got a chance to stop them.

And in the haze of the smoky kitchen you broke your promise to each of your friends promising you wouldn't go back. Tugging her closer and allowing her to rest her hands beneath your ass, holding the backs of your thighs to get impossibly closer.

She was your everything and nothing, the mess stuck between your floorboards that you could never fully get rid of. Ellie knew she wasn't going anywhere, she couldn't and wouldn't be replaced and it was comforting, smirking as she began pushing herself against you and hitting your hips against the counter.

"M'not-" A kiss. "-gonna fuck you-" Another kiss. "-here." You finished, her tongue invading your mouth as soon as the final breath passed your lips. "Why not?" "Seriously?" Ellie rested her forehead against your own, huffing like a child until you tapped her phone that was in her back pocket.

"You can start your apology by buying the ride home, 'kay?"

God, the things she did to see you as you were now, laid back on the bed with your dress pulled up and your head resting against her pillows. Thighs spread all for her while you stared up and watched her unbuckle her belt and unzip her jeans. Wanting nothing more than to have her between your thighs

You just looked so gorgeous in the lamplight, the yellow glow kissing your skin and she moved to kiss it as well. Wanting just as much as the inanimate object had gotten in the past few moments.

"M'gonna be so mad at myself in the morning." You grumbled playfully, Ellie watching you grin at your own prediction, returning the smile while throwing her shirt away and exposing her torso for you to run your eyes over. "But I don't even care." You concluded.

Your nail ran along the light bulge her muscles created on her arms, eyes fluttering shut while her lips made their home on your neck. Jaw becoming her favorite place to hover, smirking against your flesh when you giggled that it had tickled. Looking at the way her boxers met her lower back, little dimples just barely shadowed.

"Ellie?" She pulled back to look at you, cradling your face in her hands.

"Yeah?"

"Unzip me, I wanna feel you."

She didn't have to be told twice, helping you from your dress before tossing it to find the next morning. Your undergarments going with, swept away like they were stolen by the ocean. Your body running against hers as if you were the waves and she were the rocks, though less jagged then you'd like to admit out loud.

Her curves were softer than you remembered despite feeling them just days ago, along with her freckled skin.

"I want you." She whispered, mouth brushing against the shell of your ear.

Your friends were so gonna put you in time out.

Her boxers fell down her legs and yours wrapped around her hips, waiting for the agonizing thumping of your arousal to be put at ease. The discomfort growing while her fingers ran along your nipple, warm breath fanning your face as you both watched her hand run along your boob.

It was like the air paused along with your movements, sucking in a gasp as she played with your breast. Hand trickling down between your legs just to barely tease you.

"You wanna feel me?" You nodded at her question, moving your head up and down again and again while she lined herself up with you. Fingers lightly, just barely, brushing against your little, yet swollen, clit.

"Need to hear you say it again, Y/n."

"I wanna feel you, Ellie."

And before you knew it she was humping herself against you, not even attempting to muffle your sounds which you'd given up caring about. Grabbing at her back and holding her as close to you as possible while her clit bumped and rubbed against your own.

It felt like fireworks, despite having done this just over a million times. Burying your face in her neck while she fucked into you over and over, promising her love silently while whispering things that would make a catholic mother weep.

"Missed you so much..." You turned your head, meeting her eyes as your lips did the same. "Me or this?" You asked, a choked whimper following when she became rougher at the sound of your falsely innocent question. Her hand trapping your leg on the bed as she spread you apart.

"Both, but mainly you." She played off, her other hand softly wrapping around your neck. "I would hope." You giggled, mouth dropping agape as her pace picked up. The whole bed rocking back and forth while simultaneous creaks that were sure to piss off her neighbors for the next however long she spent on top of you.

"Oh fuck, El... fuck please..." You squeezed and clawed at her, sure to leave red marks on her pale skin for her to be teased about when she went to the gym. Cunts grinding back and forth creating a heavenly feeling you just couldn't describe, choking out noise after noise.

"El... m'gonna- fuck I- fuck..." She kissed along the column of your throat, squeezing just the slightest. "I know." From your hole to your bundle of nerves, in your slightly inebriated state it felt like too much.

Sounds you weren't aware you could make falling from your mouth, and you were sure you heard her lightly grunt. Hips stuttering as you'd begun to jerk against her pussy, letting out a yelp while you trickled into your orgasm.

A mix of both you and her dripping down your ass, but it didn't stop you from trying to meet her thrusts. Crying a bit when she slammed you back down, kissing you and then down your chest.

"Leah's gonna be so pissed at me." You huffed, staring up at the ceiling as she peeled herself off of you and fell to the side. Giving you the option of moving to lay with her or finding your way the hell out of here.

"Who cares? Come ride me." She said, sitting up against her pillows that laid against her headboard. "Seriously?' You tilted your head up to glance at her, giving her your best unimpressed expression.

"What? Can't take it back anyway."

This was a bad idea, right?

"Will you eat me out after?" You asked, tilting your head and then rolling over to make your way up to her. "If you do a good job." She said, setting her hands on your hips.

Fuck it, it's fine.

a/n: YES I KNOW THAT SHE'S MY EX BUT CAN'T TWO PEOPLE RECONNECT I ONLY SEE HER AS A FRIEND! BIGGEST LIE I EVER SAID.

REQUESTS OPEN

#ellie williams smut #ellie the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #tlou2 #ellie williams headcanons #ellie williams tlou #ellie smut #tlou smut #nevy writes

[afniel]

New Thing: to keep myself from just yelling at all times what my current word count is with no further context, I'll post it and whatever is currently happening, except it'll be a spoiler-free Describe Your Story As Badly As Possible version of what's happening (and if I can't even do that, then I can shush about the word count until I can).

So, without further ado...

Sequel word count: 10,071, and Valentina is painting X's nails, because why the fuck not, GIRLS NIGHT GIRLS NIGHT GIRLS NIGHT (even if only Valentina is a girl and neither of them have a terribly strong sense of gender to begin with).

#Nevi Writes #<- new tag for you to either be excited about or filter

[gidle]

People get sick whеn you are nice But you don't like bad things X-FILE (2022)

#femaleidolsedit #femaleidol #kgoddesses #gidle #mine* #old nevies think everything is abt sj (auto critic) #i could write a thesis abt how this is abt sj. i feel like its been a while since they're just short of blurting out her name #she is there with them and she is here with us #flashing tw #alcohol cw

[morethanwords229]

i was feeling bad for only writing half a chapter this weekend when i'd been planning to write the whole thing but then i looked at the total word count for the story so far and

i feel better now

#and also somewhat daunted by the scale of the mountain i have decided to voluntarily climb #this is my kind of mountain though #like you will not get me up ben nevis but i will write a silly fanfic for months on end and it is basically the same thing #writing problems #also y'know the insomnia is insomnia-ing atm so maybe i will still get it done this weekend!! positivity etc etc haha

[xinhua-jun]

@proshipapril Week 2 Day 4: Same Age AU

@justonemorechapternicercy happy 3 months my love ❤️

#proship april #derek hale #stiles stilinski #sterek #teen wolf #things i write #nevi

[viperwrites]

WIP tag game

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs (or as many peeps as you want, really- ‘tis just for fun!)

I was tagged by @justonemorechapternicercy, and I’m tagging anyone who wants to do this!!

I loved this game omg thank you for tagging me nevi this was so fun!!!

All my WIPs are organized in two ways:[WIP] and [NOTES]. Pretty much self-explanatory. The notes, however, are sometimes just the bare bones of an outline while others do go more in-depth about the idea I was hyperfixated on when I made them.

Coincidentally, I’m only listing 22 WIPs because otherwise this will never end LMAO.

[NOTES] Queerplatonic SoloMC

[NOTES] curse, not love spell

[NOTES] Shigadabi Bones AU

[WIP] Cloud Day - Sleep Intimacy |

[NOTES] Arco!27 Bones AU

[NOTES] Aged Up Izuku Ideas (OR: the UA’s Big Three AUs nobody asked for)

[NOTES] [WIP] chronicles of a haunting | tendershipping

[NOTES] KHR RAREPAIR WEEK 2022

[WIP] Mist Day - Time Loop | Actor/Actress AU: The Journey

[WIP] Rain Day - Fallback Marriage Pact | Gamer AU

[WIP] Sun Day - Outsider POV

[NOTES] The Old Guard - Arco!27 AU

[MOSTLY DONE - TBP] Earth/Flameless Day: Accidental Baby Acquisition

[WIP] Lightning Day - Not Actually Unrequited Love

[WIP] The Perseus Project

[WIP] Familial Hanahaki Tsuna

[NOTES] Tsuna & Familial Hanahaki

[NOTES] A Bird You Must Not Miss | ABYMNM - Tsuna changes schools | R27 - Fem!Tsuna

[WIP] R27 mpreg accidental pregnancy?

[NOTES] shigadabi Just Go With It AU

[NOTES] TOUTEN Just like Heaven AU

[NOTES] Misty Sky Oboro

gtg sleep now but, again, ty for tagging me nevi dearest <3

#this was so much fun #nevi #ilysm <3 #things i write #🔗 #I am always doing this btw no matter the year haha #so if y’all ever wanna ask me about my wips or request something you can always ask

[ainevy]

i love my tav so much. would love to finish a drawing of her someday

#insert corresponding gif from the office here #nevy says words #[imagines a comic. imagines a comic. imagines a comic] #[never draws any] #forever stuck as a fandom of one going in circles about blorbo from my brain #i hate it #this is why i almost never have ocs #i can't even fully realize the few i do have to my own satisfaction #......the 40+ pages of fanfiction i wrote for her don't count to me #even though i technically write them as standalone vignettes they feel like part of one big wip because #they all just take place over course of the game so x_x

[raedas]

25 and/or 18 for the end of the year ask game? I hope ur doing well btw!

[I.D.: A tabby cat with its mouth open, leaning towards a piece of food. It looks excited. End I.D.]

18. a memorable meal this year?

there are probably better answers to this but the only one i can remember right now is a lunch with my childhood best friend…… a grasshopper jumped on her in the middle of the lunch (she is terrified of bugs) it was so funny

25. a character you created this year?

i am so bad at making characters like that’s a whole Person but i did make two ocs this year!! the more recent one is nevi (short for sarnevesht) <33

#I TRIED WRITING A DESCRIPTION FOR NEVI. but i don’t think i can do it concisely enough in any way that im happy with so 😭😭 #HOPE YOURE DOING WELL TOO!!!! THANK U FOR THE KITTY PHOTO :] #asks #venus

[ruanais]

To the lovely anon who requested for the idol au: IM SO SORRY I HAVENT GOTTEN TO IT YET :( I PROMISE YOU. ILL TRY TO POST IT ON SUNDAY :((

#𖧷—cafe’s gossip #aaaaa I’m really sorry #I also need to study how to write nevi and wrio

[areislol]

STFU I KNOW NEUVILLETTE WOULD TREAT U SO WELL AND SMITTEN WITH YOU 😭😭😭 like you two shared a love for one another, like a love you could only dream of..

►— pairings. modern/college! au neuvillette x fem! reader

►— a/n. i’m just having so much brain rot about this man i’m so sorry i just have to get this out.. i have many things to write whew 😔

like this man is SO SO SOOO PROUD OF YOU 👏 whatever you achieve, whenever you pass your exams, WHATEVER YOU DO THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY, he will be so proud of you ☹️ like he can’t help but shed a tear when he sees how happy you are — the way your eyes light up, the way your lips curve up into a wide smile — makes him want to just pick you up and spin you around (and sometimes he does)

he makes sure to encourage you to keep doing well and makes sure to reward you with whatever you want (he already knows what you want he just wants to ask you anyway and he already knows you’re going to say “anything, i don’t mind!”)

he picks you up at the EXACT time when you ask him too. like if you ask him to pick you up at 6:00 pm or whatever time, once you’re looking out the window you have to take a double look because you can literally see his car parked right next to your place.

“nevy i told you to come at 6?”

“it is 6:00 my love, check the time.”

AND GOD DAMN IS HE RIGHT. you check your phone and see that is 6:00 pm on the dot. and you’re not even done yet..

“but im not done yet? ☹️”

“that’s alright, take your time i can wait.”

he waits for however long and he does NOT complain. sometimes he asks if he could come in and watch you do your makeup or fix your clothes that he bought for you. and he watches you in awe as you do your thing like that’s my girl!!!

he holds the door for you. i know it’s small but even the smallest amount of kindess are rare.. so whenever he holds the door for you, you SWEAR you can feel something clutching your heart.

before you can even put a finger on the car handle he softly pushes your hand away and opens the car door for you, kissing your temple in the process.

“nevy why’d-“

“ah- shush, i don’t want my pretty girl lifting her finger.”

“oh! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ “

he buys you your favourite drink and food while on his way to pick you up or going to your college.

once you mention something to neuvillette about something you like (even if it’s small) he WILL remember it. one time you had said to neuvillette that you wanted to try the new drink from starbucks and before you know it the next day while waiting for neuvillette near the college, he handed you the new drink.

same with food, he buys you your favourite food from the cafeteria (he likes to see your happy face when he places the tray down). neuvillette makes you your comfort food, and he only buys it when he doesn’t have time to make it.

when you’re in a bad mood or just need to cry, he’s quick to comfort you before making you your comfort food. it doesn’t matter how long it takes, he knows you’ll be happy in the end.

this may be a bit.. weird? but he tucks you into bed before climbing in next to you as well.

IDC WHAT U SAY HE LIKES TUCKING YOU INTO BED AND KISSING YOUR FOREHEAD!!! like it makes him feel so happy and all giddy inside.

it makes him 100x more happier when he realises that one day he could do that to your children.. just the idea of it makes his heart flutter.

but yes. he can’t sleep properly until you give him a forehead kiss OR ANY KISS ANYWHERE back.

neuvillette always MUST have his hand somewhere on you, or just be touching you in some way.

at the start of your relationship and even before you two were together, he wasn’t so touchy or handsy with you.. but after some time he grew more confident and even more comfortable with you

whenever he’s walking along beside you, he has his arm around your waist of his hand on your waist, sometimes he pulls you close to him in a large and crowded place where your hips are touching. or even if it’s him leaning behind you, his chest against your back.

(RHSHAIAJAIENEJSHAJIS YOU’RE GONNA GO INSANE AND FERAL BECAUSE OF THIS MANNNN)

he would buy you snacks and sweets that he knows you enjoy, or even just buying snacks you’ve never tried before to see if it could maybe be your new favourite snack.

neuvillette just rests his cheek on his hand as he admires you enjoying your snacks. sometimes you stop eating and stare at him before offering him the snacks, neuvillette denies them and just goes on to watching you eat. you’re just so adorable.

HE MAKES YOU HOMEMADE GIFTS INSTEAD OF BUYING THEM!! like yes, he still buys you gifts but i feel like neuvillette would find homemade gifts more romantic and better than buying gifts.

nevy watches those youtube or tiktok videos on how to “make it yourself: pop up minecraft heart card” stuff like that you know? he tries his very best so please don’t be mad at him when it’s very sloppy looking 😭

he also gifts you handmade matching bracelets that he made, his is baby blue (and other shades of blue) and white and yours is f/c with another of your f/c. to be honest, you kind of.. sobbed when he gave them to you like? really? you made these cute little matching bracelets for us both..? and you included my favourite colours? EEUUUHUUUUUUUUU

“i wanted to make us matching bracelets because.. i’ve seen other couples doing it so i wanted to do it myself.. here you go.”

you look up at him,

“this.. this is for me?” you’re clutching onto them and admiring it.

neuvillette nods his head

“it’s.. i-it’s so cute..”

nevy can literally hear how your voice goes soft and he can see tears pricking in the corner of your eyes.

“(;﹏;)”

“y/n? are you-“

“EUUHUHUHUHUUU 。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。”

you gave him a heart attack my guy thought you were crying because of how ugly it was but when he found out it was just because you’ve never seen anything cuter in your life and you promised to keep it forever HE almost cried.

!!!! gives you his jacket whenever he sees you’re cold and shivering!!!! and he is bigger than you (probably) so his jacket is definitely larger than you and he will never get enough of looking at you in his clothing.

and when you give him back his jacket? he shakes his head and tells you that it’s yours now.

“what but- it’s your jacket you can’t just-“

“shhhh… it’s okay, it looks better on you anyway.”

“oh- oh okay..”

he lectures you or just informs you about what you did wrong and tells you what you should’ve done before.

when you’re in the wrong, and aruging with someone he WILL back you up whether you’re wrong or not, but behind closed doors he sits you down and gives you a talk about what you said was wrong and you get the deal.

this is one of the MAAAANNNY reasons of why your parents and friends love him, he knows what’s wrong and right and can guide you to the right path.

he admires you as you’re asleep, the streaks of sunlight seeping through the blinds and lighting up the room. he swears that you’re an angel.

his finger caressing your cheek softly as he moves your hair strand from your face, and he kisses your face, your cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes and neck. everything about you is so… beautiful.

he can’t take his eyes off of you, and as you stirr awake he makes to kiss your temple and mumble his good morning.

guys, this is a pretty big one but, he helps out with chores!! he does the laundry for you, washing his and your clothes together. or even washing the dishes. and everytime you see him with an apron on… god bless the whole house.

he just wants to take care of you ☹️

he NEVER EVERRR lets you pay the bills!! if he ever did it would have to be split.

he won’t hesitate (will) to fight you over the bill. and the waiter just stands there holding the payment terminal just.. smiling.. waiting for either neuvillette or you to just pay.

neuvillette 100% day dreams about you two having a family. he can just imagine what your children would be looking like and sometimes he just wants to kick his feet and giggle like a child.

he would never tell you about this though, he’s too embarrassed. maybe one day but honestly, if he ever did tell you, you should tell him that you thought about your future children too.

HE BUYS YOU CLOTHING THAT HE KNOWS WOULD LOOK GOOD ON YOU. but you look good in everything so he just buys it because he wants to see you in it :)

doesn’t matter if it’s expensive or not, revealing yea but.. lingerie is only for him to see so.. doesn’t hurt.

“awww neuvillette, are these for me? they’re so cute!!”

“i know, that’s why i bought them, i’m a hundred percent sure you will look beautiful in them.”

“oh stop.. i don’t know.. do you really think that?”

“of course, love! check what else is in the bag.”

“okay! … nevy? are these.. lingerie…?”

“yes.. i’m sorry, are you uncomfortable with them? i can take them back don’t wor-“

“no no! it’s not that but i’m just asked why?”

“well i mean, no one is going to see.. just me. don’t be so embarrassed.”

“mmm.. okay..”

note: there was more.. but i lost is MEANING I LOST AT LEAST 2-3 BULLET POINTS ☹️☹️ im sobbing ILL MAKE ANORHWR PART IF I CAN 🙏🏻🙏🏻

taglist: @tomansimp @one-offmind @miitchiji @dainsleif-when-playable @momoewn @stygianoir @irethepotato @v4an @imetsk @fiannee @sunnyf4lls if im missing anyone please tell me because i have an inkling feeling i missed a few..

liking + following + reblogs are very much appreciated!!!

another note: im so sorry this is short 😭

#genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x yn #neuvillette x you #genshin impact headcanons #—✧ · . fandom: genshin impact #genshin impact x you

[hotxcheeto]

Hey, horny anon here lol ! I hope you’re doing well !

May I request a vi x female reader smut where they’re both so horny that they almost start having sexe in a public place and finished it somewhere more private with vi being a dom ?

Thank you soooo much for your amazing writing !!

━ 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Vi x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, public sex, v fingering ( r! receiving ), kissing, biting, light descriptions of c*m, make out sesh, mentions of discomfort, dom!vi, sub!reader

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - wowzers this took me forever, ty sm!! ily!!

REBLOG MY WORK! I WORK HARD & IT'S APPRECIATED!!

"They're watching..."

You whispered against her lips, bouquet halfway falling on the ground, hanging by a threat in your grasp as she kissed you over and over. Her lips running down then up, sucking and biting bits of your neck wherever she desired.

"Let 'em." She muttered, peaking from the corner of her eye at the boys that had been staring you down earlier that day. Their faces in slight shock and even disappointment. Trying not to look while their faces turned red from frustration and their eyes rolled.

They'd been watching you pick out the flowers from the stand while Vi handed the vendor the money. Such an awful assumption that she'd been just a friend, truly, because Violet was far from a mere everyday acquaintance you'd meet up with.

"But-" She cut you off by kissing you, smirking against your mouth when you let out a gasp, reciprocating almost immediatley. Her hands were on your hips while one of yours was placed firmly on her chest, the other trying to keep the petals from scraping the cement.

She tasted like alcohol, the same drink she'd bought earlier in the day when you stopped at your bartending job to grab your forgotten jacket from the day prior. It was a new menu item, a fruity kind you wanted her to try.

You were very glad for it now.

"Feels good..." You whispered, chasing her lips when she pulled back a bit. "Yeah?" She hummed, hand dancing down to the button on your jeans. "Not here." You looked at her, suddenly very worried and very much filled with a plea for privacy.

"Relax, cupcake, I wasn't gonna." She pulled you forward by your waistband, nodding to the alleyway just a little ways down. "But I will once they aren't fucking looking."

You hesitated when the offer arose, looking at the alley before the thump, thump, thump of your arousal made you give in. Looking at her with a pouty lip and a look that screamed you were ready to be taken care of.

"Really fast okay?" You asked, watching her nod her head and grab at the back of your neck. "No promises, pretty girl." "Vi..."

You dragged her name as she pulled you behind a tower of boxes, blocking your view of the road, and the view of you from the former.

"What about my flowers?" You huffed, feeling her take them from your hand before you even got to turn around. The bouquet nicely sat on top of a box, and by the time you were looking back at her, your button was undone and your zipper was between her fingers.

"Violet-" Your head lolled up, catching her lips as your jeans shimmied down your thighs exposing your pretty panties to her. And only her.

"Look at that..." She nipped your jaw, pressing her forehead against her own while looking down at your lower half. "So pretty, sugar."

Vi met your eyes, hand slipping in and over your cunt, the tips of her fingers brushing your wetness as your small breaths fanned her face.

"Can I?" You nodded your head, grip wrapping around her wrist as a finger just barely brushed over your clit making you whine. You wanted more, not caring who could walk into the one way alley, only caring that she still wasn't moving how you wanted her to.

"Please Vi..." You whispered, her digits soon circling around your clit slowly. Kisses running down your neck while she inched closer and closer to your hole.

"I need to hear you say it." She spoke quietly, looking down at where her hand disappeared into your pants. "I wanna hear what you want, Y/n." Rarely did your actual name pass her lips, opting for more sensual options, usually.

"I want your fingers inside me-" The sentence barely got to pass your lips when she entered you, mouth falling agape and grip tightening on her arm. "Oh-"

The sounds of chatting were muffled, the dudes from earlier forgotten. You felt the way her fingers ran against your walls again and again while the rest of your hand sloppily bumped your clit here and there.

You subconsciously spread your legs, her other arm keeping you balanced against the brick wall. Though, all you could focus on was the way she reached deep inside, her fingers long but thick. Two was enough...

..but then came a third.

"I- I can't-" She ignored you though, only silently nodding her head, her nose bumping your own as she softly whispered sweet things to you. Things you could barely hear over your quiet cries, trying your hardest to be quiet even though you knew the people walking by were far too loud and too uncaring to hear or investigate the sounds.

"Feels good... oh-" Your head dug into the cement bricks, ignoring the discomfort and instead digging your nails into her pale skin. "Faster, please Vi.." Vi nodded again, kissing the spot between your eyebrows while moving her hand in out at a pace that caused a light wet sound to meet your ears.

You felt so nasty, all exposed without a care, humping into her hand wanting nothing but release. And they way her hand just kept nudging your little bundle of nerves brought you closer and closer. You couldn't look her in the eye, looking everywhere but at her.

Your favorite, was watching her hand.

Her other hand gripped your other leg, taking you off guard. You nearly yelled at the deeper angle, clenching your teeth and crying out to her, finally seeing the way her pupils grew at the sight of your trapped nature. You had nowhere to go, only taking what she was giving you without even a complaint.

"M'gonna-" "I know, cupcake."

You let it happen, you wanted it. Moaning and bucking towards her fingers. Clawing at her, begging for her to keep going, then to stop. You felt it everywhere, you felt her everywhere as you came. Legs giving out beneath you,

but she wasn't going to let you fall.

"Think they're still there?" Vi asked, your mind hazy and as heavy as fluff. You could barely hear her let alone process what she was saying with her digits still deep inside your cunt. Cum leaking from your hole and onto her flesh, that's what you were thinking about.

"I dunno..." You muttered, earning yourself a kiss on the cheek, and then another and another. You giggled, her hand coming out from your pants and moving to her mouth to suck them clean.

"That's gross..." She smirked at your words, shrugging her shoulders while reaching for the discarded bouquet. "Cleaner than that wall you're still leaning on."

She neglected to tell you how good you actually tasted while licking her lips.

#vi imagine #vi #vi smut #vi x yn #arcane vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi x reader #vi x you #arcane vi #nevy writes

[afniel]

I had the distinct feeling that SOMETHING had gone off the rails with the plot so I re-read the entire thing and

it was longer than I thought;

it flowed a lot better than I remembered;

I skipped writing a lot more sections that I didn't feel like dealing with at the time than I recalled, so I have to go back and do all of that at some point;

I think I hit the actual climax like a pothole going 85 mph and just kept going without even realizing I'd plowed right past it and that was the problem and the reason everything past that point felt extraneous and silly and like I was just prolonging things for no reason.

That's a new problem! I've never had that problem before. (I also haven't actually written that much, so there are a lot of problems I haven't had before, but it's still not one I expected.) I just got so excited I forgot to stop having things happen. Real easy solution, too, I just need to go back and actually write that scene like it's the scene that it is, and not like it's a stepping stone to...whatever the hell I thought was happening next. I don't think anything much needs to happen after that, except for things wrapping up one way or another.

Note that this doesn't mean I'm done, just that I'm getting close to writing the ending. That's two different things. And then there's still editing, which I am NOT doing in two sixteen-hour sittings this time, because oh my gods, fuck doing that twice. Worth it the once, but never again.

Anyway, my guess is that it's going to top out at about the same length as Failure To Compile. Mayyybe longer? But not by a ton. Then again, that makes it another 160-170k neighborhood doorstop novel, so...yeah. That's a lot of words. Again.

why am I like this

#Nevi Writes

[stasiaorleanka]

Let's talk about the fact that Martha Manning Laurens was born or baptized on 8th January 1757 in St. Kitts in the West Indies. ALEXANDER HAMILTON WAS BORN on Nevis in West Indies as some people believe in January 11th 1757 or 1755 and St Kitts and Nevis look like that: 

https://www.britannica.com/place/Saint-Kitts-and-Nevis

Map from here^

THE FIRST ONE IS ST. KITTS AND THE SMALLER ONE IS NEVIS.

IMAGINE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF THEY HAD MET IN CHILDHOOD AND BE UNAWARE OF EACH OTHER'S LATER RELATIONSHIPS WITH JOHN LAURENS.

i think i need a write something about this :)

#18th century #john laurens #alexander hamilton #lams #amrev #historical lams #historical hamilton #martha manning laurens

[xinhua-jun]

*twirls her hair around her finger* hey, cutie! Are you seeing someone?

But no, I actually have a question and I want to use the permission to ask about anything-

What is the thing that you did/created that you are the most proud of? 💕 Want to hear about you appreciating yourself 🥰

only the smartest, most precious and beautiful girl out there 😏💗

yeah, go ahead!! (this goes for anyone reading this too!)

sorry baby, I’m too self-deprecating to do that, but I do have a collection of my favorites so here’s that instead 😘💗

#🎐 #nevi #ilysm!!! #things I write

[infernal-lamb]

hi, can i have the link to your fic about nevy? ive seen a couple posts with her and now im really curious :)

hehe, Nevy is actually kind of cute. Like a little nickname for Neves! Unfortunately, because I draw faster than I write, I have yet to post my fic! Sob. I'll definitely make a post on here when i do post it on ao3 though. Whenever I stop being picky over my own writing. However! have a silly doodle of the Lamb and Neves teehee

#cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanart #cotl oc #cotl lamb #cotl au #my art #this meme still makes me laugh btw its so lamb+neves-core #I know Neves so far has only had Scared as her personality trait but to be fair. How fucked up would you be if u ended up here

[beefrobeefcal]

Dark!Frankie Saga: III

Chapter Three: Sweet Dreams

Pairing: Dark!Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Summary:

Boston. The Frontiersmen is a crime syndicate that deals in drugs, arms, and anything else they can to keep themselves on top. Since the original ring leader, Tom, was allegedly taken out by a rival gang, it's now run by Big Fish, with Pope second in command. Ironhead runs the numbers and Benny is the muscle. Your family member put you down as collateral when they needed credit to score more smack. Problem is, they can't pay it back, and Big Fish & the Frontiersmen always get their payment...

Rating: Explicit 18+ (MDNI)

Chapter Word Count: 2,720

Content Warning: Not smut yet (apologies), references to SA, almost SA, violence, threats of violence, crime, weight talk, eating, belly admiration, cooking

Author's Notes:

Thank you for your patience, Friendos! I promise to make it up to you for missing a week.

Once again, a gigantic and orgasmic thank you to @neverwheremoonchild for contributing ideas, being a sounding board, essentially co-writing this chapter and beta'ing this. Thank you, Nevy! 💜🥩💜

And thank you to @theywhowriteandknowthings for their love and support.

And this is not the Chubby!Frankie we know and love in the Catfish & the Mouse universe; he's dark, mean, and hungry. I'll be updating this each week (Monday/Tuesday) until you lose interest or I finish it - let's see what happens first! 👌

Beefro’s Master List | Previous Chapter

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The next week went on like it had that first day. Will would come collect you, have you help him with bookkeeping and filing, provide lunch, and eventually deposit you back to your quarters. You had no further run ins with Pope or Frankie, but Benny would come sit with you if Will needed to step away. You were falling into a routine and making the best of it.

It was later in the afternoon, coming close to the time that Will would be telling you to wrap it up when Benny came into the office.

"Hey honey...”, he smiled at you, then quickly turned his attention to Will. “Fish’s sayin’ we’re needed.”

Will looked up at him, over his ledger he had resting in his lap on his crossed leg. “Needed?”

“Yeah. All hands on deck.”

Will swore under his breath and motioned at you. “And her?”

Benny looked at you with a nervous smile, then back to Will. “Fish wants to handle her.”

Both Will and Benny looked at you when your breath hitched in your throat. Your face and neck bloomed with a red blush, and you quickly averted your eyes back down to the stack of receipts for the bowling alley in front of you.

Will let out a soft huffing laugh and twirled his pencil in between his fingers as he watched you, and Benny looked you over sympathetically.

“Won’t have Benny here to help clean up your mess, honey.”, Will chuckled.

“He wants her in the kitchen.”, Benny added in a soft tone.

Will scoffed as he stood up. “Last thing he needs is that... Jesus...”

“Dude...”, Benny sighed, then turned to you. “Come on. I’ll help you get this put away then take you down.”

*****

After being taken to the kitchen and given a quick rundown of where everything was, Benny left you alone to sort out dinner. He gave no instructions other than to make ‘a lot’, and you assumed he meant enough for all four of the men.

Frankie had yet to arrive, but Benny had said he wouldn’t be too long. It didn’t matter. Your insides were churning; you were mentally preparing yourself for his intimidation. The way he hollered at you, the way his eyes sized you up, the way he stood so close but never touched you. You didn’t know if you were terrified of him or turned on by him... maybe it was both. Either way, you gave yourself a mental peptalk while you sorted through an old recipe book you found in the cupboard above the fridge.

Deciding that despite the unseasonably warm fall weather currently outside, you were going to make an autumnal favourite of yours – shepherd’s pie. You found all the ingredients you needed and a large casserole dish to assemble it in, and you got to work.

As you got started on peeling potatoes, you heard the door open and close, followed by heavy footsteps. You kept your back turned, wanting to seem aloof and unphased by him as long as you could manage, knowing the risk this would entail as it would either impress or enrage him.

After feeling his eyes boring into you for a few moments, you heard his footsteps move and a stool pull out. The metal stool squeaked and groaned under his weight as he sat on it, you felt his eyes on you again.

It was a battle of wills; who would break first?

After peeling and dicing the potatoes, putting them into a large pot on the stove, you began cutting up carrots and onions.

You felt his eyes on you the whole time and you refused to turn around. At this point, you would have preferred him to corner you and holler, intimidate you, make you call him Mr. Morales. Goddammit, you remembered how he looked at you when he told you want to call him - his voice pitching deeper, his eyes getting darker, his large frame dwarfing yours in more ways than one. Christ, you could feel your legs getting weak under you just thinking about it, and how he looked watching you. Were his eyes dark? Was his lip curled? Was he sitting back in the stool, resting his thick, veined arms over his middle, making his stomach more prominent, or was he leaning over the counter letting his belly hang?

But you were also nervous. What if he was glaring at you, eyes full of disdain? What if he was waiting for you to turn around so he could ridicule you, belittle you, make you feel insignificant? What if he decided you weren’t worth it and you were taking up precious space when you were of no use to him? What would he do with you? What would he do to you?

Your mind began to creep to dark places as you tried keeping your composure. Thinking about what he would do to you or what he could have someone else, like Pope, do to you made your hands tremble as your breathing became shaky. You prayed he didn’t notice, but you knew he would. He didn’t get to where he was by not being perceptive and he was watching you carefully.

Finally, after cooking the beef and other vegetables then mashing the potatoes, you could assemble the shepherd’s pie. The problem was that the casserole dish you wanted to use was on the counter directly in front of Frankie.

You debated looking for another dish but knew this was the only one that size based on when you found it in the first place. That, and where the dishes were stored still would have you facing him. You sighed to yourself and turned around.

Despite your attempt to keep your eyes aloof and away from his, as soon as you turned, you were met with Frankie looking right back at you. He was sitting forward leaning on the counter, eyes meeting yours, and his mouth in a neutral line. You must have kept his gaze for a beat too long because he raised his eyebrows in a question, but you quickly grabbed the dish and returned to your workstation.

Once you’d assembled the different layers, you put the dish in the oven and set the timer for 30 minutes. You could still feel his eyes on you. You couldn’t bring yourself to turn around, your hands on the counter in front of you, leaning forward.

Before you could do anything further you heard Frankie breathe out and then the stool creak as he lifted himself off it. His footsteps moved towards the barracks and the door closed behind him. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

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You spent the 30 minutes the food was in the oven mindlessly cleaning the kitchen up – not just your mess, but the neglect this room had received from only being used and not cared for.

You weren’t quite done cleaning when the timer went off, but enough was done. As you pulled the casserole dish out of the oven you heard it: the door opening. Heavy foots step came towards the kitchen and you almost dropped the dish.

Placing the dish on the stove top, you refused to look up at him, instead looking for a serving utensil and a plate for him. You waited for the creak of the metal stool, but nothing came. After finding what you were looking for, you finally turned and found him standing at the door of the kitchen, watching you.

He looked down at the casserole dish then back at you; his eyes dragged up your body, lingering at your chest then back up to your face. He smirked and huffed a cold laugh, then moved towards the two-person table in the kitchen and sat down. It dawned on you that he was waiting for you to serve him, to bring him his dinner.

If it wasn’t for the fact that that having his full attention made you wet, you would have scoffed at his audacity. Instead, you plated a serving and brought the food to the table and placed it in front of him. As he picked up the fork and took a bite, you turned, heading back to the kitchen.

“Bring the rest.”

You jumped at his voice, then looked back at him, noting he’d consumed a good chuck of his food already.

“M – Mr. Morales… it’s dinner for every – “

"Fuck’em!”, he snarled. “They can have ramen. You feed me, honey.", he grunted as he shoveled another forkful into his mouth.

Your core grew hot, and your face flushed at his command. You grabbed the dish, brought it to the table and loaded up his plate again. Once his plate was loaded, he tugged you closer to him, pulling you onto the chair next to him. You felt your body catch on fire as his eyes raked over you again.  He let go of your wrist and picked up his fork to eat.

As he ate, he would periodically look up with a slight grin and make sure you were still seated and watching him, like he wanted you to know he was enjoying what you prepared for him.

“Tell me, honey…”, he said between mouthfuls. “Will being good to you?”

“He’s been decent. Quiet. Only speaks to me when he needs to.” You withheld telling him about the clear annoyance Will harbored against you, apparent in every glace he shot your way.

A small smile blooms on his face and he huffs a laugh. “Sounds about right.” He takes another bite and after he swallows it, he continues. “And Benny. He seems to be treating you good. Anyone else causing issues? Anyone touch you, honey?”

“Other than you? No.”, you said flatly, not realizing the mistake of your candor.

He looked up at you, fork suspended with a warning eyebrow raised at your tone. You felt yourself shrink under his stern gaze, and you couldn’t pry your eyes away from him.

“Sorry. I - I meant… no one other than you, Mr. Morales.” Your voice was small and pathetic, but under that glare, you had no other way of getting your voice out.

“That’s better, baby…”, he said in a lower voice, his eyes going back down to his plate of food as he took a mouthful. “Mind your manners with me. Last warning.”

“Yes, sir.”

He gave you a small nod and ate a few more forkfuls in silence before talking again.

“You don’t have anything to say to me? No questions, honey?”

You stared at him, debating asking the question that you wake with and fall asleep to chanting in your mind. You didn’t want to anger him… or did you?

“How… How long am I going to… be here, Mr. Morales?”

He didn’t look up at you. Instead, he reached across the table for a napkin, and he wiped his face.

“You ready to leave so soon?”, he said with a smirk. When he saw that you were looking back at him nervously, he chuckled and licked his lips.

“Baby, you’re here until your brother’s debt is paid.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but he raised a finger to silence you.

“And how long that will be… not sure yet, honey.” He smiled and picked up his fork again.

*****

The casserole dish was empty, and you stared at his empty plate. Frankie sat back, toothpick in his mouth as he stifled a burp. He’d eaten the whole thing, and the swell of his stomach was proof. Swell was putting it mildly. His belly was pulling the buttons of his bowling shirt to the max, and his belt was digging into his waist.

He shifted with a wince in his chair, trying to get comfortable.  Taking that as your cue, you stood up and began to clear the dishes when he grabbed your wrist again.

“Honey… no.”, he said in an unnervingly soft voice. “No, sweetheart. That can wait. Benny’ll handle it.”

He released the grip, but kept his fingers on your arm, gently touching your skin. At the involuntary goosebumps he drew out of you under his touch, he gave you a lopsided grin while keeping eye contact. He then moved his hand down to adjust his belt, even though it didn't budge under the weight of his belly. You watched his big hand wiggle the belt and adjust himself over his worn jeans.

“Need your help, honey.” He spoke in that unnervingly quiet voice.

“Yes, Mr. Morales?”

He chuckled and gave you a menacing grin. “Help me to my room, baby.”

Your blood froze in your veins. Despite how hot he made you, you didn’t want this. Not like this. You hesitated.

The grip on your wrist returned, even firmer; his large hands enveloping your arm. An ounce more of pressure and he could probably snap your wrist, no issue, and you looked at him, eyes wide and breath quick. His eyes darted to your heaving chest then back to your face, and his eyebrow, once again, raised in warning.

Maybe this was part of the debt you were paying for your brother. Letting this goliath of a man turn you into a hole he can abuse at his leisure. Your mind raced, and you worried that you’d underestimated Frankie and what he was truly capable of doing to you with no repercussions.

You nodded quickly, feeling your body begin to tremble. His glare never broke from you, but his hold relaxed. He gave you a curt nod and put his hand on the table to steady himself as he used his grip on you to hoist himself out of the chair. If you thought his belly was impressive before he ate, you were astounded at it now that it was full. A dinner for four full-grown men sat heavy in his middle, and his shirt pulled tight across it. He groaned once he stood up and pulled you towards him, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and encasing you against his side.

“That was good, honey. Shit… you might actually be useful.”, he grunted as you walked with him to the door to the barracks.

Once in the hallway, you tried to put some distance, even a fraction more, between you and Frankie, but he held you firm against his side. His body pressed against yours as he unrelentingly guided you towards his room. His scent was overwhelming you; sandalwood, clean laundry, his natural musk all rolled together and forcing itself into your memory banks. Your body once again trembled, but also were losing your resolve to fight this. Your mind reeled at the seesaw of wanting and not wanting what he was going to do to you.

As you approached his door, he stopped at yours and opened it. You stood next to him, not sure what to do. He moved around to face you, keeping a grip on your shoulder.

“Just too fucking pretty…”, he crooned lowly to himself, his free hand coming up to gently touch your jaw.

You were staring right into his eyes and suddenly, any and all softness and warmth disappeared, replaced by a cold, hard, menacing stare. He gripped your jaw hard.

“You ever hesitate when I tell you to do something again, I’ll fuck that pretty mouth yours till your teeth break. Is that understood?”

Your breath came out in short, labored pants through your nose, and you nodded, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Say it.”, he growled.

“I… I w-won’t hes - hesitate again, Mr. Mor-Morales.”, you sputtered out, whole body shaking.

He huffed and tightened his jaw. Eyeing you one more time before shoving you into your room and slamming the door.

You stumbled in and heard his door open and slam as you stood in the dark of your room alone. You listened and heard the dampened sounds of him grunting and groaning as he flopped hard onto his bed.

You didn’t even bother turning your lights on as you crawled into your bed. You fucked yourself with your fingers, his furious “Mind your manners with me” playing over and over until you came, biting on your pillow to muffle your whimpers and you calling out his name.

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