eren. twenties. lesbian. they/them. masterlist — recs

i’ll try, life is just shit, my writing is shit, work is shit, everything is shit so you might get something before i disappear off the face of the earth and everything in between again <3

WHAT?

i fear it’s real

i ain’t even gone nowhere 😦☹️

vi’s quiet beside you, chest heaving with harsh breathes, but you’re not focused on that, not really, more or so your eyes are zoned in on her tits and her nipples. the same ones you had in your mouth not too long ago, fingers curled to a hilt in her cunt; weren’t really focused on her coming with a whimper though— maybe that was your mistake, too busy wrapping your lips around the pebbled bud, sucking and biting with each thrust of your long fingers. maybe you were slightly focused on the way her blunt nails sunk into the skin on your shoulders, arching into your mouth with such a need that you couldn’t deny her from. vi didn’t realise just how bad your obsession with her tits were; never noticed your hard stare, or the way your jaw clenched whenever she wore one of your shirts and stood in front of you, the hardness of them poking through the fabric— until she found herself under you the second she woke up, grabbing at her soft hips, nudging her legs apart with your knee, hands moving everywhere on her body until your hand found the loose waistband of her sleep shorts and your mouth latched onto her nipple. you didn’t even ask her to move much, just kept her there, thrusting your fingers in and out of her needy cunt, curling them against the spots that had her toes curling and breath hitching against your ear. never forgot the way she watched your eyebrows furrow into a tight frown with each lick, and groan against the soft flesh of her tit. the laziest way to make her cum if you ask her, but she wouldn’t change it. nor would she change the obsession you have with her or her tits. “why are you lookin’ at me like that?” she murmured, finally looking at you with an amused smile tugging at her lips because she knew. “your tits drive me fuckin’ crazy, you know that?” how could she not? “you love my tits more than me?” “never, but i would love it if you just came over here and put them in my mouth for a couple minutes.” she’s not getting out of the bed today, and you’re not gonna keep your hands off her.

you’re gonna have to go through vi before you get to reader. i don’t make the rules (yes i do)

mmm yea

hi, lovie. hmm, tbh, it’s the most basic thing i can tell you, and that’s to just have fun with it. write what you want, create the plots and tropes you might love to read, but don’t see it often. it’s what i do, honestly. there’s really no right or wrong when it comes to hiding yourself in your little writing corner and diving into your own creations.

music is how i get most of my writing written down. half of my works are because of music. if i didn’t have that, i don’t think i would have posted anything. music also really helps me in general with writing, even if it’s not to give me ideas on what to do.

books, and quotes also help me. along with prompts. but heavy on books, especially for my thriller works. tbh my advice might not mean much, but these are the main ones i can give and offer 🖤

AQUAMARINE I— yes, with pink tips, maybe? 🤔😋

got a concussion, who’s ready to dye our pubes together

love you <3