or take it down

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you're taking requests but could you do some smut writing with a male reader? Preferably with Gladio or Ignis ?

I’ve turned down requests before for male!reader inserts because I don’t think I could do it justice. Like, I know that seems odd, considering I’ve written gay sex between the chocobros now, but I’ve always felt weird about POV writing from a male perspective that I don’t have. I’ve said before that I wrote from personal experience for authenticity as much as possible, and since I’m female that’s the sole reason why all my works are by default fem!reader based.

I don’t know if in the future if I’ll explore that down the road (I might have to build up to that, tbh; like writing from the POV of the bros more, doing… uh, “research”, etc.), but as for right now I don’t see it on the horizon. :/

… but I mean, it wasn’t too long ago that I said I wouldn’t write gay sex or tentacle sex either and WELP, IT WAS A SLIPPERY SLOPE INTO MORE THOTHOOD I GUESS

Just talking to some peeps ;3

(Thank you all those who wished me to get better, the requests will be out soon)

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Saudade (n.) - a deep emotional state of melancholic longing for a person or thing that is absent

anonymous asked:

karasuno has 4 first years split up and take all 4 of them then run, they can't catch all of you

good plan. nothing could possibly go wrong with this plan

Draco wasn’t breathing. 

Why wasn’t he breathing?

Had Harry done something wrong?

He tightened his grip around Draco, hugging him closer, closer, closer, breathing soft words of encouragement in his ear. “Please, baby,” Harry whispered, his heart hammering in his chest because why wasn’t Draco breathing? “Talk to me.” 

Draco jerked in his arms, as if slapped, and he choked back a sob, “I - I can’t -”

“I’m sorry -” Harry immediately said, kissing the top of Draco’s head. “You don’t need to do anything, baby, I’m sorry.”

He stayed silent, burying himself deep against Harry’s chest. Draco kept jerking in Harry’s arms, as if in war with himself, not sure if he wanted to bolt or get closer, closer, closer

Why was Draco crying?

“Did I do something wrong?” Harry tried tentatively after a while, rocking them from side to side. 

(What? It seemed to calm toddlers down - there was no reason why it wouldn’t do the trick for Draco.)

“No,” Draco whispered into his chest, heaving. “I - it’s my fault - I -”

“Your fault?”

Draco nodded. “I - I’m - you’re gay and I’m… I’m not a real boy -”

“Oh.”

So that was the problem. “Draco,” Harry started carefully, “you are. Just because you don’t have a cock -”

Draco giggled - hiccoughed a dry sob. “Vulgar.”

“Shut up,” Harry smiled. “I mean it, though. You’re a boy.”

“I’m not -”

“You are.” Harry said firmly, his grip on Draco so tight it might bruise. “I’m gay, you’re a boy -”

“Harry -”

“- and I am incredibly in love with you.”

“Oh,” Draco said, his breath hot on Harry’s neck. He was silent for a while, almost scarily still, until he slowly tilted his head to look up at Harry. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, and he had never looked more beautiful. “Oh,” he repeated, a smile breaking through. “I love you too.”

Harry kissed his nose. 

Partly because he knew it would make Draco giggle again.

Partly just because he could.

But mostly because, though still crying, Draco was breathing again.