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whydoiexist1406 · 10 months

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Fanfiction Writing Asks

Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?

Where do you get your fic ideas?

Do you share your fic ideas, or do you keep them to yourself?

How do you choose which fics to write?

How many wips do you have? What fandoms/pairings are they for?

What’s the last line you wrote?

Post a snippet from a wip.

Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

Does this word [chosen by asker] appear in your current wip?

Do you work on multiple wips or stick to one fic at a time?

Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?

Do you outline your fics? If yes, how detailed are your outlines? How far do you stray from them?

Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

What is your favorite location and position to write in?

What’s your favorite time to write?

Do you write by hand, on your phone, or on your laptop?

Do you have a writing routine?

Do you enjoy research? Which fic of yours required the most research?

Do you enjoy creating OCs or do you prefer to stick solely to canon characters?

Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics?

Do you prefer writing chaptered fics or one-shots?

Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest?

How do you choose whose POV to write in?

What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)?

What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

What area of writing do you feel strongest in?

What area of writing do you want to improve in?

What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

How much do you edit your fics? Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

Do you use a beta reader/editor?

Do you take fic requests? Why or why not?

Is there a specific word count that you hold yourself to/enjoy writing the most?

How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

What’s your favorite fic you’ve posted?

What fic are you proudest of?

What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

What is your most self-indulgent posted story?

What’s your most self-indulgent wip?

What is your favorite world that you’ve created for a fic?

Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet?

What is your favorite genre to write?

What genre/trope do you tend to write the most?

If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Is there a trope that you’ve written before but are now sick of?

Who is your favorite character to write for? Has this changed since you’ve started writing for that fandom?

What fic of yours would you say is the best introduction to you as a writer?

How would you describe your writing style?

Does what you like to write differ from what you like to read?

What’s the average word count of your fics?

What is the most-used tag on your ao3?

What’s the fandom/pairing distribution of your posted fics?

Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Are there any fics that you would change or rewrite if given the chance?

How conscious are you about including symbolism or foreshadowing in your fics?

Do you have a favorite piece of figurative language you’ve written?

Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges? If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them?

In [insert fic], what inspired the idea for the plot?

In [insert fic], what’s your favorite scene that you wrote?

In [insert fic], is there a deleted scene/idea you wish you could have included? Why did it get cut?

What was the hardest part of writing [insert fic]?

If you rewrote [insert fic] now, would you change anything?

If you wrote a sequel to [insert fic], what would happen in it?

What’s a fun fact about [insert fic]?

If a fic was titled [insert made up title], what would this story be about/how would you write it?

Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?

What are your favorite fics at the moment?

Are you subscribed to any writers on AO3?

Do you spend more time reading or writing?

What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten?

What do you tend to get complimented on the most about your writing?

Do you have a fic you wish got a bit more love?

Is there a particular fic that readers gravitated towards that you didn’t expect?

How do you deal with writing pressure, whether internal or external?

Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?

What motivates you during the writing process?

Do you have any writing advice you want to share?

Free space - asker can come up with any writing or fic-related question they want!

#why not #anyone who cares enough to ask please feel free

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whydoiexist1406 · 10 months

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Just a lil something I pumped out in like, 20 minutes. It has not been extensively edited, I proofread it once, set your standards very low lmfao.

TWs: vague descriptions of gore and murder, toxic relationships, Waltjesse and Walter White are both their own trigger warnings lmfao.

Jesse was frozen, warm blood on his skin growing cold and tacky, leaving a sickening film over his hands and forearms.

A man, tied up to a chair, sat in front of him.

He barely resembled a man anymore, though.

Eyes bulging, jaw hanging open, teeth and gums ripped and bleeding.

Mr. White stood next to Jesse, hands on his hips, as if admiring his handiwork. Like a father building his son a treehouse might look after days of work.

Jesse didn't flinch when Mr. White finally looked over at him. Mr. White nodded once, silently, as if in approval. As if proud of what Jesse had done.

As if Jesse hadn't done it entirely because he told him to.

The horror curling in Jesse's gut gave way to a warmth that made him want to throw up, as if he could physically purge the part of him that responded to Mr. White's praise without fail.

When Mr. White finally finished cleaning up and made to leave Jesse followed right behind without a word needing to be said, invisible leash tightening around his throat and dragging him along.

They didn't speak as Jesse drove, air tense and charged. Nor did they when Jesse eventually stopped in front of Mr. White's condo.

Everything was still in those seconds before Mr. White opened the passenger door, before he unclipped Jesse's leash and granted him a brief moment of freedom in the form of his absence.

Jesse watched as Mr. White walked up to his front door. Watched as he walked inside and closed it behind him. Only then did Jesse drive off.

His hands clenched on the steering will, white knuckle tight, to stop them from trembling.

Even now he could still feel the phantom sensation of someone else's blood on his hands, dripping from his skin, staining his soul.

Jesse was revolted, but he would do it again, as long as Mr. White looked at him like that again. Like Jesse had done something of value. Something good.

That night, as Jesse lied in bed, other side cold and sending chills up his arms, he tried to forget what he'd done that day, a routine he's becoming very familiar with, and instead wrapped himself in the idea that he meant something to someone like a blanket.

The just out of reach fantasy that Mr. White cared.

#waltjesse #breaking bad #brba fic #walter white x jesse pinkman #heisenbitch

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whydoiexist1406 · 11 months

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whydoiexist1406 · 1 year

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I feel bad for leaving you guys high and dry for so long, so here's a small snippet from a soon to be finished Waltjesse Wip.

"Mr. Whi-?" A hand was suddenly clasped around his mouth, eyes widening in a confusing mix of excitement and terror. Jesse stepped back, trying to evade the hand, but Mr. White easily followed him, getting him absolutely nowhere. He opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue and swiping it in one long, slow, stroke across Mr. White's palm, hoping to gross him out or some shit, but instead the hand squeezed his cheeks roughly, almost in punishment.

Jesse was horrified at the almost-whimper he let out in response.

When Mr. White spoke the sound travelled through him, the rough rumble moving up his spine in a slow, molten slither, between the gaps of his vertebrae and nestling deep into his brain.

"Now Jesse," that condescending lilt did wonderful, confusing things to him, heart rate spiking in response, "I have been patient with you, truly I have, and you've done nothing to show your appreciation for it. Considering how immature and childish you've been acting today, I think I deserve an apology. Wouldn't you agree?"

#Waltjesse #breaking bad #brba #hope this makes up for my long wait times lmao #heisenbitch #walter white x jesse pinkman #walt x jesse

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whydoiexist1406 · 1 year

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I had this idea to maybe help me be more motivated to write. This'll either work perfectly, or it will backfire and go to shit, but we'll find out.

I am opening commissions.

Pairings I will write for:

Waltjesse

Jeresquip

Batjokes

I will write almost anything, but I do have some basic rules

1: no scat or watersports

2: no beastiality

3: no pedophilia (the absolute youngest I'm willing to go is 16.)

4: no racism, stereotypes or appropriation

5: no mpreg (other adjacent things, like omegaverse tropes however, are fine.)

Please be patient if you do send a request, as I am a very, very slow writer.

If you send an ask, please be very specific about what you want, because any details left out I will take creative liberty on!

And last but not least, please be polite and respectful when requesting, but don't be shy! I wanna know all the dirty, freaky details!

(I may open this up to other pairings later, but for now I'm sticking to this until I get in the groove. In the meantime, please feel free to suggest pairings to add in the future!)

Thank you to anyone who decides to request!

#jeresquip #requests #Waltjesse #batjokes #commissions #writing requests #writing commissions #fanfiction requests #breaking bad

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whydoiexist1406 · 1 year

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Hey! Great fic! I'll be looking forward that omegaverse too :D

Thank you, I really appreciate you letting me know you liked it! And I'm cooking up that fic, just..very slowly lmfao. (I'm not the best at writing large amounts in one sitting, but I appreciate the patience!) 💜💜💜

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whydoiexist1406 · 1 year

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your jeresquip fic was SO GOOD I CANT STOP REREADING IT. pls write more with them i beg 🙏🙏🙏

THANK YOU SO MUCH. They were really fun to write for and I love their dynamic so I most likely eventually will write more for them!

I can't tell you how much I appreciate you taking the time to let me know you liked my stuff! 💜

#asks #not a fic #this is giving me so much motivation to write right now

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whydoiexist1406 · 1 year

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I have done the unthinkable. I have let my girlfriend convince me to write a WaltJesse omegaverse fic, and, because I hate myself, I have decided that I will throw it to the wolves (This Tumblr blog) once I'm done with it. I hope to hear about how cringe I am once it's posted.

#not a fic #waltjesse #brba fic

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whydoiexist1406 · 1 year

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Summary: Jeremy has a little "problem", which causes him to hide out in the school bathroom. Since masturbation is strictly forbidden, the Squip helps him out with it.

Warnings: slight coercion, mild praise and even milder degradation kink, slight humiliation, edging, crying? Tearing up? Something like that. The Squip being The Squip basically lmao.

Jeremy was completely screwed.

He was absolutely mortified, in fact, at the situation he found himself in. He's never been more embarrassed in his life.

He was hiding away in a school bathroom stall, knees brought up to his chest with a painful erection tenting his jeans, all because Christine had done something as simple as smile at him and touch his arm during play rehearsal. For less than five seconds. What was wrong with him?

The Squip materialized in front of him, pixels appearing in thin air and building him up like a Lego set before the man stood tall before him, looking down on him with disdain, and Jeremy already knew what was coming. So, he met it head on.

"Look, I know you said no-"

The Squip cut him off coolly, easily.

"Absolutely not, Jeremy. No exceptions." Voice firm and leaving no room for argument.

As the Squip crossed his arms over his chest, towering over him, Jeremy buried his face into his knees, a frustrated groan ripping out of him.

"What am I supposed to do?" Voice a bit muffled by the denim, "Wait it out? That could take hours!"

Jeremy slowly lifted his head at the sound of the Squip humming thoughtfully. He had one hand resting on his chin in thought, eyes squinted, before he suddenly snapped his fingers and smirked down at Jeremy, seemingly getting an idea.

"Remove your pants."

Jeremy, so caught off guard he inhaled sharply, starting coughing almost violently as saliva tried to enter his airway. He covered his mouth, trying to catch his breath again with spasming, weak drawings of air.

Jeremy's chest now a little sore, he glanced back up at the Squip, who raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. He looked impatient. And completely serious. Shit.

With a nervous sigh Jeremy reached down, popping his button and unzipping his fly before shimmying his jeans down his legs. He swallowed, trying to assuage the growing dryness, and looked back at the Squip for what to do next.

"Good." A faint tingle went down Jeremy's spine, "Now, remove your underwear."

He was worried that's where this was going. He grew apprehensive, hands faintly shaking when he grabbed a hold of his waistband, and he stopped, finding his voice.

"Are- are you sure? I mean, didn't you say I wasn't allowed to-" the sound of a sharp 'tsk' had him closing his mouth.

"Jeremy, I assure you this is not going to end in masturbation. Not technically, at least. Now, underwear off." Jeremy nodded, but his hands nearly quaked now.

He pushed his underwear down to join his pants, revealing his flushed dick, so hard it was almost painful. He'd always been grateful that he was an average size, he definitely didn't need to add that to his long enough list of insecurities.

He kept his gaze down at himself, a strange kind of fear filling him at the idea of seeing the Squips reaction. To him. His body. He realized it didn't make sense, why should he care about the opinion of a computer program? But the idea of seeing anything negative on that faintly glowing face filled him with dread.

A hand, outlined in blue light and leaving a cold tingling on his skin, was suddenly under his chin, tilting up his head and forcing him to look the Squip in the eye.

A powerful relief flowed through him at the sight of his expression, which was no different than usual. Condescending and stern, but his eyes..they were pretty normally, but now, the way they softened down at him, the colors seemed to shine like two large blue stars, their powerful gravity drawing him in and locking him into orbit.

Jeremy almost missed it when the Squip started talking again, too fixated on the strange way his eyes seemed to shift and swirl like nebulae.

"Jeremy, have you ever wondered how it is that you can feel it when I touch you?" His voice was uncharacteristically gentle, but the quiet rumble it produced was nowhere near unpleasant.

"Y..yes, I have." The hand on his chin migrated up to touch his cheek, raising goosebumps along his skin wherever it touched.

"It's simple, think of it in the same terms of a placebo. Your brain can't differentiate between what is and isn't really there when you believe it hard enough, when your eyes tell another story." Jeremy felt like he was floating, it was a similar feeling to all those times Michael had convinced him to smoke with him and he hit enough to get high. The sound of the Squips voice, the sight of his enchanting eyes, the electric hand at his cheek, all lulling him into a trance.

That was, until the Squip trailed a finger with his other hand up the vein on the underside of his cock, and Jeremy jolted at the sensation. The suddenness caused him to clamp his teeth down, right onto his tongue, so hard the taste of iron filled his mouth and stinging pain blossomed through the muscle.

At Jeremy's hiss of pain the Squip removed both hands from him, and he wasn't sure if he was grateful or disappointed for it. The Squip looked at him, expression briefly disappointed before shifting to one of amusement.

"Hmm, I didn't account for you being so sensitive, my apologies, Jeremy." That cruel bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing, didn't he? Jeremy shifted where he sat, and as much as he didn't want to admit it, even a simple, brief touch like that was enough to reignite his ever growing need. He released a shaky breath, hands clenching into fists as his sides.

"Yeah, it's whatever.." he mumbled, a shiny bead of precum growing at his tip and slowly trailing down the side of his shaft. He watched as it made it's way down, attention only pulled away when the Squip kneeled down in front of him, eyes devious and sending a chill down his spine. In fear, anticipation or both, Jeremy wasn't sure.

Jeremy couldn't help but tense when the Squip brought a hand forward, intently watching it grow closer, which stopped less than an inch away from his weeping cock. He slowly released a puff of air, forcing himself to relax at least a little. He froze right back up as soon as the hand moved towards him again, barely a centimeter of distance, before he was speaking in a rush.

"W-wait! Is this okay? I mean, a good idea?" He internally cringed at each stutter or stammer, recalling the Squips previous words regarding it, sweat beginning to collect at his hairline.

"Jeremy.." the Squip began, drawing out his name in a dark, borderline seductive tone, "didn't you yourself say it would take too long to wait?"

"Well, yeah.." he resisted the urge to fidget, to wring his hands together and twiddle his thumbs in order to give himself something else to focus on. Something else other than the hand so close to his dick and the unwanted but still ever present arousal itching along under his skin like thousands of insect legs.

The Squips lip curled into a smile, but the undercurrent of sadistic pleasure stopped it from looking any version of kind.

"Then..do I have your consent to continue?" He tilted his head in a way that was distinctly mocking, and it shouldn't have made his stomach constrict and cock twitch.

He couldn't bring himself to speak, fearing his voice would fail and reveal just how nervous and horny he was, although the Squip was in his head so he probably already knew. Jeremy wanted to preserve his dignity anyway, however. At least, the dignity he perceived himself to have, so he simply nodded.

A full body shudder ran through Jeremy once the Squips larger hand finally wrapped around him, grip firm. He quickly brought a hand up, pressing the back of it against his mouth to stifle the choked whine that tried to escape, pressing his eyes closed so firmly a kaleidescope of color bursted from out behind his eyelids.

A thumb circling around his head, as if collecting the precum that was drooling from his tip and trying to spread it around to make the non-existent friction smoother, had his hips bucking up without his permission, desperate for more.

The feeling of the Squips hand was unlike anything he'd ever felt, the sensation otherworldly and inorganic, outclassing his own by miles and potentially any other humans on the planet. Not that he would know, of course.

"Fuck.." he moaned out, the sound closer to a sob, from behind his hand when the Squip gave him a single slow stroke from base to tip, not nearly fast enough to get him close to his orgasm, keeping him desperate and on edge. He opened his eyes, peeling his gaze away from the Squips hand where it was wrapped around him and glancing at his face, and the borderline evil glint in the A.I's eyes simultaneously made his heart drop and a jolt of electricity run down his back.

He knew what that looks meant. The Squip was waiting for something, and whatever that something was, he was going to have to work for it. Because nothing could ever be easy for him, could it?

The Squip must've realized Jeremy caught on based on the way his smile subtly widened in response, and if it weren't for the way his breaths gasped out of him and sweat was trailing down his brow and he felt like he was going to explode from the way even the still hand around him felt he would've given him a piece of his mind. But, because of all of that, instead he simply moaned, weak and soft, and tried to thrust up into the hand around him.

Except the hand followed his movements, getting him absolutely nowhere.

He pressed his hands to his eyes, struggling to try and even his breathing, to calm down enough to be able to speak again, but it was difficult when all he could think about was how the tingling, almost electric feeling from the Squips hand felt better than anything he might experience ever again.

With a slow, shaky deep breath, his let his hands drop and tried to force his voice steady.

"What..why did you stop?" And promptly failed at that, because he sounded just as unstable as he felt.

"Well, Jeremy," he started, sounding completely unbothered by the situation, cool as a cucumber, "if you must know, although I suppose it's only fair, if I were a girl, say Brooke, right now, how do you think it would look for you to ejaculate almost immediately?"

Jeremy blinked, foggy brain taking it's time in processing the Squips words, but eventually the rusty cogs began turning enough for it to make sense.

"So, you're torturing me so I don't cum fast?" Jeremy asked, voice as deadpan as he could possibly manage to make it under such... circumstances.

"Essentially, yes. I'm trying to increase your stamina. You're welcome." He grinned at Jeremy, eyes glinting even in the absence of direct light, reminding Jeremy of some kind of super villain. Although, he might be a bit biased in that idea considering where he was right now.

"Is this seriously the best time for tha- ah!" The Squips hand viced down on him, borderline painful but thoroughly pleasurable, the sensation travelling through every muscle fiber in his body and forcing an embarrassing yelp from him.

"Now now, Jeremy, is that any way to talk to me? After all I've done for you? Am doing, right now?" It was barely even framed as a question, they both knew the answer. Especially if Jeremy wanted to cum any time soon. He softly shook his head, the shame beginning to prickle in his peripheral doing nothing to kill the fire of need in his stomach.

The Squip relaxed his hand, lessening the pressure, and rewarded Jeremy with another languid stroke, pulling another spurt of precum from him. He grit his teeth, trying to control the noises trying to claw their way up his throat, but he was fighting a losing battle.

Only, the Squip didn't stop at just once like last time, he continued moving his hand, slowly and smoothly, up and down, and he couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed at the whine, almost sounding pained, that left him. It felt too good, brain shutting down against his will and turning to mush.

His vision was going fuzzy, eyes stinging. Was that normal?

It was when the Squip increased the pace ever so slightly and he couldn't control the way he almost spasmed in response that Jeremy realized tears were collecting at his waterline, and that was definitely something he could bring himself to be embarrassed about, whether he wanted to be or not. Maybe the Squip was right, once again. This would be even more mortifying than it already is if this were a girl.

"W-wait, please, stop.." he needed a second to pull himself together, and mercifully the Squip complied, pulling his hand away and giving Jeremy room to breathe. He sniffled, which didn't make him feel any less pathetic, and wiped at his eyes with both hands, once again trying to look at anywhere but the Squips face as he did so.

A few seconds later, after taking some deep breaths, he glanced up at the Squip, who looked completely neutral, face stoic and strangely devoid of emotion, before nodding to give him the go-ahead. He curled around his cock much more gently this time, but it didn't stop him from reacting just as much, drawing in a sharp breath against the strike of lightning hot pleasure.

The Squip increased the pace again, giving him less time adjust, but thankfully this time he didn't almost start crying like some tween seeing her crush with another girl. Yet, anyways. After all the teasing and false starts his orgasm built quickly, after only moment of being touched, causing him to squirm and writhe in his seat, once again bringing up a hand to bite on his fist and muffle the desperate moans he was producing. He was getting so close.

He was right there on the edge, so close, so beautifully close, and it felt so good, until-.

The Squip pulled away just at the last second, and it solidified this as the worst day of his life, a sound of frustration that sounded somewhat like a cat being strangled leaving him in response before he could stamp it down. He had been right there, and with surgical precision the demon attached to his brain snatched it away. He had the urge to cry again, but he pushed it back as fiercely as possible.

"What the hell, man?!" He blurted out, so unbelievably turned on it was definitely painful now. He was so desperate he'd be willing to do anything, so desperate he felt he might die. And the Squip sat there, on one knee, looking at him as if this were a normal day, like he were bored. It only made things hurt worse, made him want it more.

The Squips mouth twitched into a small smirk, but it was nowhere near the perfect picture of Satan from earlier, with his large grins and flaring eyes nowhere to be seen now. It was slightly unsettling.

"What's the magic word, Jeremy?"

His mouth opened, hanging wide in shock and disbelief. No way was he being serious. But, Jeremy had enough experience with the A.I to know he was always serious. Unfortunately.

Apparently Jeremy was taking too long to answer because the Squip reached forward, using a single finger to press down on the leaking slit at his tip. A shiver ran through his body at the touch, almost choking, suffocating, on the intensity of his want. His need.

"Uh, uhm.." he hesitated, though.

"Jeremy, spit it out." And the inpatient, irritated edge to the Squips voice had him speaking without thinking, without needing to think, only feeling the need to be good enough to get back the gentle tone and soft gaze from the beginning of this whole ordeal.

"Please.." he spoke uncertainty at first, but once he got it out it was like a dam had burst, "please let me cum, I need it so bad it hurts, please, please-" his pleas broke off into a full fledged sob of relief when the hand returned, which turned into a loud cry of pleasure when the pace set was fast, almost brutal.

It only took a few pumps until he was cumming so hard he saw stars, black dots dancing across his vision, muscles seizing up and mouth hanging open in a silent scream, and for a second there he thought he might pass out from the sheer power of his orgasm, rolling through him in waves like a tsunami.

When he started to come down his breath stuttered out of him in short, shallow puffs, body trembling and mind completely blissed out. He felt better than he had in years. Maybe the Squip wasn't that bad. Speaking of, he looked up to find him now standing again, looking much too smug and pleased with himself. Though, looking down at himself and the absolute mess he'd made, he could, infuriatingly, understand why.

Jeremy cleared this throat, awkwardly grabbing a wad of toilet paper to clean himself up with, praying no one heard him when he came. He was a bit loud.

After he was done wiping himself off he pulled his underwear and jeans back up and, as he pulled up his zipper, casted the Squip a glance.

"S-so, was it good?" He smiled, trying to come off as joking and not let his anxiety bleed through. The Squip scoffed, rolling his eyes in response.

"No, Jeremy. In fact, it was almost as terrible as it possibly could have been." Jeremy tried not to let the hurt show on his face, though he perked up at what the A.I said next.

"We'll just have to add it to the list of many features that need upgrading. Now, get going, you're over thirty minutes late to class." And with that the Squip dematerialized, dismantling pixel by pixel and vanishing into thin air without another word.

With a soft exclamation of 'oh shit!' Jeremy hurried out of the bathroom, sprinting his way to class on wobbly, jelly-like legs, trying not to look forward to the next time too much and desperately trying not to faceplant on the way there.

#Jeremy x the squip #Jeremy x squip #jeresquip #squipjere #squipemy #i had quite a lot of fun writing this one lmao #it's absolutely terrible quality wise but that's a-okay

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whydoiexist1406 · 1 year

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So, considering my life has always and consistently been a mess I can't tell if what's been going on in my life recently is just the usual shit or the so called Fanfiction Writer Curse, but my family and I got evicted recently and it's made it hard to write. Luckily I finally managed to finish one (a Jeresquip one shot) that I will be posting soon. And my soon I mean in 5-10 minutes, so I hope those who read it enjoy. =∆

#update #Jeresquip #squipjere #squipemy

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whydoiexist1406 · 1 year

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So, this is a fic I wrote for my girlfriend as a gift featuring Diluc from Genshin and one of her (self insert) ocs, Rein. I don't normally write for Genshin, nor will I probably again, but I liked how this turned out so I'm giving it to you guys lmao.

I don't think there are any trigger warnings, but this is entirely smut, so, be warned. And let me know if there's anything I should add as a TW.

For Rein, she was at her most comfortable when her and Diluc were at home, just the two of them, able to let loose and know no other eyes would be upon them. Anywhere else and she would be plagued with thoughts of getting caught, nervous and fidgety the whole time.

Rein sat on the bed, nestled comfortably in Diluc's lap, the two of them sitting in the middle of the bed with the blankets hastily thrown back and Rein educed down to her undergarments and Diluc with a bare torso, a soft hum escaping her as Diluc's tongue slid gently against her own. She broke the kiss to let out a small gasp when Diluc's hands roamed downwards, softly grazing over the front of her underwear and smirking at her at the wetness he found there.

Rein couldn't help the way she blushed, skin flushing a bright red from her ears all the way down to her chest. She pouted at the chuckle this earned from her lover, but the expression melted away when Diluc leaned forward and pecked her on the lips, quickly pulling away and kissing her on the cheek, then the jaw, then neck, leaving a trail all the way down to her sternum.

Diluc reached around her, moving to unclasp her bra, and Reins skin tingled with anticipation, biting her lip when the piece of closing was undone and Diluc reached up to softly lead the straps down off her shoulders, fingertips gliding down her arms and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

Reins chest was now bare, the bra thrown off the bed on to the floor somewhere, and the pressure on Reins lip with her teeth increased when Diluc reached up to gently fondle one of her breasts, thumb circling one of her buds and causing it to harden under his touch. She couldn't stop the gasp when he pinched it between his fingers, only growing redder at the sound she made.

To distract herself, as Diluc's hands made their way down her sides, she reached forward in a burst of boldness for his belt, beginning to unclasp his belt buckle. She flinched in surprise when hands grasped her wrists, stopping her mid action and gently pushing them away. Before she could ask why he had done that Diluc instead came down to start removing his belt himself, leaving Rein to simply watch and trying not to make her mounting desire too obvious.

When Diluc got his belt unfastened he pulled it out and up, away from it's previous place and freeing it, but instead of moving it to the side and undoing the rest of his clothing he instead looked to Reins.

"Hey, Rei." He started, a devious glint in his eyes. "Do you remember that..thing, we talked about yesterday?" Rein furrowed her brow, confused at first, trying to skim through her memories of yesterday to recall what Diluc was talking about. Her look of confusion jumped away, being replaced with a mix of excitement and embarrassment as she suddenly remembered.

She nodded her head, shyly directing her gaze down to stare at the bed, but melted at the sensation of a large, warm hand making contact with the side of her face, carefully guiding her head up until the two were eye to eye once again.

"Rei, would you like to try that tonight?" He smiled at her, warm and gentle, prompting her to smile back with a small nod. But, even as his smile widened, his eyes darkened with lust.

"Use your words, love." And with four words Reins mouth when dry, brain short-circuiting at the wave of embarrassing arousal that curled through her gut at such a simple command.

"Y-yes, I would like to try it. Please." She whispered the last word, averting her eyes, and was rewarded with gentle hands guiding her arms from her lap to cross behind her back, which he then snuggly secured with the belt, the sensation only increasing the restless excitement and the pulsing heat between between her legs.

Rein yelped as she was suddenly pushed backwards, Diluc quickly coming up to hover over her body with his own, a firm and intoxicating presence. Rein squirmed as Diluc trailed his fingers down her thighs, the senation bordering on tickling and tantalizingly close to where she wanted him most.

Diluc leaned down, drawing out his tongue and licking a stripe starting in-between her breasts and stopping at the base of her throat, drawing out a gasp with melted into a long, needy moan. She whined when Diluc nipped teasingly at the side of her neck, before hissing in pleasurable pain when Diluc suddenly sunk his teeth into the skin of her shoulder, leaning back to inspect his work and humming in satisfaction at the way it was already turning a purplish hue.

Rein couldn't help but shuffle around, growing antsy, underneath Diluc, head fuzzy with desire seeking friction. She huffed at the snicker she heard from Diluc, tempted to pout again, but that idea was wiped from her mind, along with every other thought, when the hem of her underwear was suddenly grasped and pulled down at a maddeningly slow pace.

Finally the fabric was removed, Rein tensing at the way the air hit her wetness in an uncomfortable way. She relaxed, however, when Diluc shuffled backwards, leaning down to be in front of her folds and gripping her thighs to push them wider, giving him more access.

She tried to hold in her sounds when Diluc stuck out his tongue, giving a long, scorching stripe to her pussy, but couldn't help the high pitched moan that was forced out of her when he suddenly sucked on her clit, her back arching at the way the overwhelming pleasure ripped through her with no warning.

She mindlessly reached down, hand finding purchase in Diluc's hair, moaning and unconsciously gripping the soft stands at another slow, torturous drag of his tongue, lapping up her fluids like he were parched for it.

Diluc hummed against her at the feeling of her hand in his hair, drawing a delirious while from Rein at the way it felt against her fluttering pussy. Suddenly Diluc was vigorously tonguing at her, paying specifical attention to her swollen and needy bud, leaving Rein to tense up under his touch, jaw dropping and a broken, stuttering moan leaving her when Diluc's tongue suddenly pushed past her folds, into her hole and caressed her walls.

Rein threw her head back as Diluc began tongue fucking her, each push drawing out a new, needy sound from her lips, and through her foggy headspace she managed to form words.

"L-luc, I — aahh, I'm clo-ose." she groaned out, eyes rolling back into her head as she drew nearer and nearer to her breaking point. When Diluc pulled away, leaving her right at the brink, she couldn't force down the sob of desperation, tears springing up in her eyes in disappointment.

"Shhh, Rei, I'll take care of you." Diluc mumbled, moving to sit up on his knees so he could undo his pants, pushing them down and pulling them off and discarding them like all the rest, before repeating the actions with his underwear. Reins opened her legs further in invitation at the sight of Diluc's hard cock, the tip flushed a bright, rosy red.

Rein hummed in delight when Diluc grabbed her by the thighs, pulling her closer before shifting his grip to her hips, giving them a loving squeeze. One hand travelled back down, two fingers dipping into her tight, sopping wet heat, Rein clenching up at the feeling of him stretching her out, sighing in disappointment when he pulled them back out much too soon.

He used the juices to lube up his cock, giving himself a few firm strokes, before lining up the head of his cock with her entrance, gently pushing in just past the tip. Rein sighed, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck, circling her hips in an attempt to get him to enter her further.

Only, instead of giving her what she wanted, Diluc simply smirked down at her, tilting his head at her when she puffed her cheeks out in frustration and need. He knew what she wanted, but she also knew what he wanted just as well. She sighed, giving in.

"Diluc, please, please fuck me. I need your cock." She whined out, looking up at him with large, dark doe eyes, sparkling with lust and arousal. She choked out a startled gasp when Diluc's suddenly thrust in, filling her up perfectly and stretching her out in the way only he could, immediately pulling back out halfway and pushing back into her just as brutally.

Rein constricted down like a vice into Diluc, losing herself to the feeling of his cock abusing her walls, each snap of his hips forcing out another whine or whimper from her throat, growing in pitch as she hurdled near to her climax.

Rein was pushed over the edge when Diluc reached a hand down between them, brutally rubbing at her wet and needy clit, and she came with a wail, arching up to press her chest against Diluc's and thighs squeezing his sides. He fucked her through it, pace growing sloppy as he neared his own orgasm, before suddenly he was pulling out and quickly stroking his dick.

He threw his head back as he came, cock pulsing and spurting glistening, thick cum all over Reins stomach. The two went still, catching their breaths, coming down from their highs and basking in the afterglow. When the drying cum on Rein's skin started to become uncomfortable Diluc disappeared into the bathroom, wetting a washcloth and wiping down her flushed and sensitive skin.

Once she was clean Diluc climbed back into bed, pulling Rein up against his chest and securing her in his arms, drawing the blankets up and over the two of them. Rein nuzzled into her lovers chest, warm and safe, and easily fell asleep amidst the contentedness.

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