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you were the one
that taught me
to reach inside
and pull prose
from the space
between my ribs

and now my heart
spills out in black ink
across the pages
of a novel i know
you’ll never read.

—  UNREQUITED | a.h.

anonymous asked:

Hi I just wanted to let you know I'm currently supposed to be rehearsing but instead I keep re reading all your ereri fics and lemme tell you there is nothing sexy about Bach's complicated notes. Nothing. (But fuck me praise kink Eren is the best. Kudos to you. 10/10. Holy fuck.)

((sequel to ebony))

There is nothing sexy about Bach, and Eren knows this.

“Well done,” Levi tells him after he lifts his fingers off the keys, having just finished a particularly challenging piece. “You’ve become very skilled, Eren.”

It’s the way he says it, voice warm with approval and affection and pride - all those things he’s craved so much from Levi all these years - that makes Eren crack.

He swallows once, twice, around the heavy lump in his throat. “Really?” he says and feels so damn small under Levi’s gaze, as if expecting him to take his words back any moment now.

Levi doesn’t. In fact, he leans in closer to wind his arm around Eren’s shoulders, close enough that Eren can make out the faint scent of his cologne. “So modest,” he sighs, light yet intimate. His other hand comes to stroke over Eren’s cheek in a soft caress and then they’re locking eyes and Eren is so wonderfully trapped. “And handsome, too. I would’ve expected some lucky girl to steal you away, already.”

“I only want you,” he confesses, and Levi’s features soften into a smile.

“See? You’re such a darling,” he goes on and kisses Eren, just a barely-there brush on the lips. “Lovely both inside and out. Simply perfect.”

Eren crosses his legs very deliberately, and in an effort to distract himself from the heavy lust rising up from the pit of his stomach, he draws Levi in for an another kiss. It’s not too effective, since the warm pressure of Levi’s lips against his only makes him yearn for even more contact.

Of course, Levi is careful with him, always so careful. “Relax, Eren. Open your mouth a little wider,” he speaks into the miniscule space in between them, coaxing out tension from Eren’s shoulders that he hadn’t even noticed with a press of his hand. Then, after Eren’s melting into him, pliant and willing under his touch, he mutters in a low voice, “There you go, good boy,” before slotting their lips together again.

With only the tiniest hint of shame, Eren moans into the kiss and presses his legs together harder. He could wither to the floor, but luckily Levi’s arms are wrapped around him and not letting go. Those words echo in Eren’s head in an endless loop - good boy, good boy, Levi had called him a good boy - as he desperately tries to hold it together.

Levi’s hand is laid over the curve of Eren’s thigh, warm and natural and grounding somehow. “Oh? Do you like that?” Levi asks with his lips curving up into the slightest of smiles. “When I praise you?”

He should deny it, should hide away his selfish desires, because while Levi has been nothing but kind and patient with him, these are things that even Eren himself cannot begin to understand.

“Yes,” he admits at last and wants to run. Levi looks at him, and it’s like he’s gazing into Eren’s very soul, seeing him as he is, bared and raw and wanting.

“I like it, too,” Levi murmurs as he moves to trail kisses down along his neck. “You’re a very good boy, Eren, and I love you so, so much.” His voice wavers a little towards the end, but it must be true since his gaze on Eren is firm and insistent.

There are tears brimming up from somewhere behind Eren’s eyes that he blinks away as quickly as he can. “Oh,” he croaks. His hands are itching to reach out and grab on to Levi’s pristine white collar and his tie and the lapels of his vest, to mess him up just a little. But he’s so weak in Levi’s embrace, and his fingers shake as he tugs at the fabric of Levi’s shirt, fumbling and indecisive.

“I love you,” Levi repeats as he leans closer, his thumb sweeping over Eren’s lips that open up easily under his touch. “Such a good boy.”

It’s a good thing that Levi kisses him again just then, because Eren is sure he would have let out a very embarrassing mewl had his mouth not been otherwise occupied  He can feel it, though, heady arousal clouding his head and pleasant heat spreading up along his body. Whenever Levi speaks kind words to him, or kisses him, or touches him like he’s something precious and dear to him, Eren’s heart becomes so light and full of affection unlike anything he’s ever felt before.

He calls out Levi’s name against his lips, only inches apart. “I don’t know what to do with myself when you’re around,” he blurts out in an unsteady voice, his hands grasping on to Levi harder as if he might fade away like a mirage.

But Levi is there, he’s real and warm and solid under Eren’s touch. “Me neither,” he murmurs while trailing patterns over the small of Eren’s back with his fingertips, searching, wandering, mapping him out. Being this close to Levi is intoxicating, and knowing that his presence has a similar effect of Levi gives Eren such a rush.

There are a couple of stray hairs resting over Levi’s forehead that Eren tucks back behind his ear, lingering for a while. “Are we done with Bach for today?” he asks with the most persuasive smile he can manage.

“Sure.” Levi laces their fingers together and squeezes lightly. “You wanna try some Händel instead?”

Händel is quite possibly the last thing on Eren’s mind - or maybe second to last, right before Bach - so he makes a big show out of rolling his eyes and groaning and complaining about how Levi had completely ruined the mood with that suggestion.

“Come on, Händel is romantic,” Levi claims with a grin. “And I know you’re talented enough to pull it off.”

“Really?” Eren doesn’t bother trying to hide the hint of coyness in his voice, because while he doesn’t particularly care for Händel, he’s extremely interested in any and every opportunity to have Levi compliment him. “You think so?”

“Of course,” Levi states without a shadow of a doubt. “I can tell you’ve been practising a lot, you’d probably do well with something more complicated.

Doing well, especially with Levi watching, makes something restless and wild stir in Eren.

“Okay, we’ll do Händel, then,” he says with a long exhale, and after Levi’s turned his attention towards the notebooks scattered on top of the piano, adds in a barely audible voice, “Fuck.”

“That part comes later tonight,” Levi intones like he’s talking about the weather, and Eren flushes right up to the roots of his hair. “But for now, let’s start with this one, shall we?’

Eren stares at the notes placed in front of him and concentrates. The ivory is cool and familiar against his skin, his hands finding their way to the right keys without second thought, hovering there as he prepares himself.

“Good boy,” Levi whispers and kisses the shell of his ear, lightly, like a promise. “Whenever you’re ready, my love.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, this is sort of a long request but its been on my mind for a while :) Is it possible to do an imagine where y/n is flying with shawn to one of his concerts but y/n doesn't tell shawn she is terrified of flying so y/n starts panicking so shawn pulls her close and comforts her untill she has a chance to fall asleep in his arms. i hope you have a chance to see this i love your writing 💓💓

Hello Hi!! So sorry it has taken me so long to get to this! Finals have been pretty wild but I’ve finished 2 out of my 5 finals! I’ll have loads of time this weekend to catch up on some writing!!

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