fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
❥ featuring: fem housekeeper!reader x spoiled rich brat!eren
❥ word count: 3k
❥ a/n: one of my favorite movies is 10 things i hate about you… if you can spot the reference in this ur hot <3. also i know you asked for a drabble nonnie... no apologies here. if i like the plot i like the plot okay!!
“Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So, please don't stay in touch”
Your hips swayed to the music as you ran the vacuum over the persian rug, ridding it of the crumbs and debris from the house party the Jaeger’s son, Eren, had thrown the night before. He was the wild child of the family you houskept for, his older brother Zeke, had always been rather kind to you whenever he’d stop by the house but Eren… well, cold seemed like an appropriate word to describe his affections towards you. The Jaeger’s were one of your wealthier clients, so at the cost of a few jabs from the devious brunette every so often, you’d say the pay was more than worth it. With the time you spent at their house, you’d slowly memorized all of their schedules, and you learned that Eren was home on Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays, and had class the rest of the week. A lovely Monday morning is what you were having, Dr. Jaeger was out at work, as was his wife Carla, Zeke lived away from home, and you had their mansion to yourself. You cherished your precious time alone in such a beautiful home, filled with fine art worth millions, silk curtains, and a wine cellar that went on for miles. So you took it upon yourself to put your headphones in and sway across the living room, the broom as your waltz partner and the vacuum as your escort to your imaginary gala.
Your movements turned from something of elegance to something more… raunchy as your music shuffled from one song to the next. The bass of the pop music made you drag your fingertips from your ankles, up your torso, and linger around your neck as your hips popped to the beat. Eren had left his lecture earlier than expected, his hangover was overwhelming and he couldn’t even look at the board properly, the letters and numbers his professor wrote down jumping around the room. A hazy smile washed over his face as he watched your skirt dip over your thighs, underwear peeking through when you bent down and ground your hips into the broom you held. So this is what you do when no one is around? Eren thought wickedly, his silly plan to piss you off more than he normally does was being put into action as he pulled his phone out from his back pocket.
His thumb tapped the record button as your risque choreography was captured through the lens of his phone camera. Much to his surprise, Eren felt his pants grow tight while he watched you through the LED screen, grinding and dipping to the floor, singing to your heart's content while you pushed the vacuum cleaner back and forth. His jaw flexed and his cheeks hollowed whenever you would twirl, your skirt floating to the air and putting your soft thighs on display for him. For me? His conceited thoughts filled his mind, behind those green eyes there was nothing but you, images of your skirt pushed up to your waist and your apron ripped off of you, taking his cock in your prude little cunt. He let out a chuckle at the thought, immediately slapping a hand over his mouth to muffle his laugh, but it was too late. Your eyes were already drilling into his head, the vacuum shut off, and you couldn’t figure it out.
“Why the fuck are you here right now?”
“You know you’re kinda hot when you’re not being an uptight bitch.”
“And I bet you’d be kinda cute if you didn’t speak, unfortunately I haven’t been able to confirm that yet.”
“My lips are sealed doll,” Eren teased while he locked his lips shut with an invisible key, his stride towards you overbearing with ego and pride. “Though before I shut up, I think I have something that might peak your interest,” he snarled while he dangled his phone in front of your face, the video of you dancing, pushing your skirt up your thighs as you humped your broom like it was a person, playing on the screen.
“Eren you better delete that... please,” you begged, “If your parents saw they-”
“They’d what?” He was enjoying himself far too much, watching you crumble under the blackmail he held over your head. Your eyes glossed over in fear of what he would do with the video of you exposing yourself so freely in your clients home, you’d be fired, blacklisted from ever booking another home again, you’d-
“I’ll delete it…”
He will?
“You will?” you rebutted in disbelief.
“M’hm…”
“Thank-”
“If… you can admit that you feel it too…the longing… the desire… I want you Eren… I need you Eren… oh baby, oh baby!” He mocked a damsel in love, desperate for her rich knight to come and save her. You groaned and stuck a finger in your mouth as you pretended to gag, “Eren you must be insane if you think I’d-”
His finger hovered over the send button, his parents contacts selected, along with Zeke’s. A grin as devious as ever spread across his cheeks while he stared you down, your eyes widened in disbelief and your hands balled into fists at your sides. This motherfu-
“Choose your next words carefully doll, wouldn’t want my finger to slip!” His lips popped with the ‘p’ in slip, puckering them up as he gave you a questioning expression. What’s your next move princess? He thought, wondering how you would play him at his own game from here. Your eyes trailed him up and down, the heat rising to your cheeks evident as he bit back a laugh. Your internal monologue exploded, knowing you were cornered and Eren was about to win the match. With narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows you seethed, fuck you Eren, you spat internally before giving him what he wanted.
“I want you… I need you… oh baby, oh baby…”
You watched as he moved his thumb and locked his phone, stuffing it back into his pocket. His breath hitched in his throat as he got eye level with you, until your lips nearly touched. Eren could never admit to you what he felt at that moment, was it… attraction? To you? Ew. Your eyes fluttered closed, preparing to move your lips against his, why were you preparing for that? Ew. You hated each other, you endured months of his snarky comments and odd methods of torture, all while Eren enjoyed the hell out of getting a reaction out of you. You hated each other.
Yeah… yeah… I hate you Eren Jaeger… your questionable thoughts flooded your mind while you were drunk in the presence of the boy with stupidly brooding features.
So why are my fingers tangled in your hair while you pull my body into yours?
And why is your tongue slipping into my mouth?
And why am I fucking enjoying this shit?
“My room… now…” He whispered against your lips, and you complied, like a dumbass you listened, hanging off of his every word. You nodded fervently, whining as you detach yourself from him, and trailing off to his bedroom, up the winding staircase and down the marble hallway, fourth door on the left.
--
“Shit… shit… shit…” You watched as Eren fumbled to stretch a condom over his length, while you were awkwardly situated at the end of his bed.
“Do you? Do you want me to-”
“No! No… I don’t need your… stupid help… shit!” The condom snapped, red flushing onto his cheeks while he tried to maintain his cool demeanor.
“Here… Eren just let me,” you reached over into the top drawer of his nightstand to pull out another condom.
“How did you know where- nevermind,” he groaned as he watched you blow into the condom and place it at the tip of his cock. That was an indirect blowjob, right? He thought, his mind in a haze as he hissed at the presence of your fingers rolling the thin latex over his shaft.
“Okay… make this shit good Eren,” you pryed at his ego a bit, alas you were about to fuck the man who teased you for his own pleasure, it was about time you got some for yourself. The further his eyes trailed down your body the darker they got, the aura of nervousness about him flushed away and was replaced with an air of dominance, keen on teasing you one last time.
“Lean back for me,” he mumbled while kneeling at the foot of the bed, fingers playing with the ends of your skirt. The two of you stared at each other for a second, Eren’s face was inches away from your clothed cunt and your hand was wrapped in his hair. Moments ago you hated each other so now you’re about to… hate-fuck each other?
“O-okay, just know I still think you’re fucking stupid,” you spat as you let your body fall into the king-sized bed, your fingers still lingering in his tresses, softly pulling and twisting at the ends.
“Yeah, let’s see if your tone is the same in a few minutes,” his jade eyes bored into yours as you looked down at him, heart dropping as he gave you his signature shit-eating grin. Eren had a few tricks up his sleeve, but he’d never break and show his opponent all his cards. He looped the band of your panties around his pinkies and pulled them down your legs. His lips followed as he placed wet kisses down your legs and all the way to your ankles, before lifting them and placing them on his shoulders.
“Eren, please.”
“Eren! Please!” He mocked you in a high pitched tone, lightly dragging a finger up your folds, watching your hips jut into his touch. He snickered at the way your body reacted to him so instinctively.
“Fuck you,” you spat, moving a hand to your clit in rebellion.
“You want me,” he teased, taking your hand and pinning it back to your side, “Now hold the sheets princess, we’re going for a ride.”
“Oh please Eren, shut the fuck- oh shit… fuck!”
Your fingers gripped his linens when he began to move his fingers inside of your cunt, scissoring and twirling them inside of you, cursing under his breath every time you clenched around him.
“Fuck, you like that?” He toyed with you through gritted teeth, before placing the tip of his tongue on your sensitive bud and flicking at it relentlessly.
“M’hm,” you squealed, trying to mask your immense pleasure with a weak scowl. Your mouth hung open as you looked down at him, his eye contact piercing as he fucked you with his fingers and lapped at your clit. God, he looked beautiful, the stupid motherfucker looked like a god, a stupid god. His hair messy around his face, his cheeks flushed as his mouth worked at your desperate cunt, you finally understood why he was treated like a king on campus. He’s so stupid… stupidly good at giving head, you thought as your eyes rolled back, Eren’s fingers curled right where you needed him, your ankles pulling him further into you.
“Fuck Eren… I’m gonna… please, please, please,” he smirked and lifted his head from your heat, bringing himself eye level with you. His fingers scissored faster inside of you as he placed an open-mouthed kiss on your lips, dragging his tongue across yours and putting your foreheads together.
“You’re gonna cum?” He asked you with a fake pout as he dropped his mouth open and furrowed his eyebrows, mocking your orgasmic expression. “Well… not yet,” and with that he pulled his fingers from you, grinning as your eyes went wide and your mouth curled into a snarl.
“Eren, you asshole,” he looked down at you with cold eyes, but something about them, something behind them held the slightest bit of warmth. Eren had a soft spot for you, perhaps that’s why he teased you so childishly in the first place. The way a boy would to his crush in grade school. The classic, I like you so much I’m gonna make your life hell, type of crush. And he couldn’t help but admire you writhing below him, of all the girls he’d slept with, you might’ve been the prettiest.
He’s watched you prance around his house in your little cleaning outfit for too long. He mentally groaned whenever you entered his room and dipped down to the floor to pick his clothes up, while he threw a pillow over his crotch to hide his hard-on. Your constant denials of his advances only made him want you more, never was there a girl that pushed him away so much. So if he couldn’t have you, he would just have to torture you. And right now, he was torturing you.
He ran his cock teasingly through your folds, occasionally dipping inside of you just enough to make you jut your hips up to his. He wanted to savor every moment of this, take a mental picture in his head and save it, of you, clad in your cleaning uniform, skirt hiked around your waist, as he slid his cock into you. He made sure it was slow, he made sure to make you hungrier for him with every inch you took, he moaned with you as you squeezed your eyes shut, the feeling of him inside you euphoric.
“You’re taking me so well… shit…” Eren mewled, his hips stuttering as he bottomed out inside of you. He rested inside you for a moment, he wanted to feel the way you sucked him in and contracted your walls around his length, he could cum from just watching your face twist in pleasure while he wasn’t even moving. So needy, you poor thing, he laughed when your hands prodded at his waist, an attempt to get him to move.
“Shit… Eren… fucking give it to me,” you whined breathlessly, burying your head into the pillow in embarrassment.
“We don’t speak of this after today…” You demanded, and you saw his smirk falter in the slightest. You hated each other, at least that’s what he’s convinced himself, but he couldn’t ignore the pang in his heart when you spat those words at him.
“Like h-hell we are… this is charity w-work for me,” he hiccuped on his words as he thrusted into you, face turning red at the way you moaned his name once he started to move. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gasped when he kissed you, this time with more intimacy, it was slower, almost like he… meant it? And you kissed him like you’ve been waiting for this moment all of these months, of course he disgusted you, but his lips were amazing. You still hated him though.
“F-uck you… a g-good samaritan now are we? You donate to a lot of ch-charities then d-don’t you Eren?” He scoffed into your kiss, beginning to rut his hips into you faster. You always knew exactly what to say, exactly what to do to bite back, to make sure it hurt, you knew him so well. God, you’re so perfect for me, Eren thought as he dug his nails into your hips and lifted you off the bed, the sound of his hips smacking into your thighs echoing throughout his big bedroom.
“Fuck… you’re so fucking hot…” He seethed at you, enjoying the way your breasts spilled out of the buttons on your dress, watching them bounce as he kept his quick pace. “Been waiting to fuck you… so good like this,” he moaned, trapping your head between his forearms. You looked so pretty with his hair tickling your cheeks, your nose scrunching up every so often.
“Eren… oh my god… please,” You whined, moving your hips up to his, the two of you working together to reach your high. The bed creaked under his thrusts, your moans filling the room, the chain around Eren’s neck dangling your face while your hands knotted his hair. If hate-fucking felt this euphoric all the time, then you wanted Eren every single day.
“I’m gonna cum, Eren please don’t stop,” your words bounced around his brain and induced his tunnel vision, the only thing on his mind now was making you cum. He gripped the sheets and anchored his elbows into the mattress, his hips propelling up and down as you cried underneath him.
“Shit… shit… fuck I’m cumming, baby I’m cumming,” he growled while his head sat in the crook of your neck. Your breath got caught in your throat as your body froze, face twisted as you came around his length, feeling him release as his thrusts became sloppy. Eren softly drew circles onto your hip bones as he rode out your highs, coming down to kiss you one more time.
“Tell me… tell me you won’t send that video Eren…” You panted, heaving for air as you looked up at him, his chest sweaty and his hair stuck to his forehead. He traced a finger across your forehead, down your cheek and popped it between your lips, smirking slyly.
“Of course not… but I’ll be saving this one for myself,” you gave him a look of confusion before he squeezed your cheeks and turned your face to his phone, casually propped up behind a stack of books. Your heart fell in a moment of realization, when you turned back to look at Eren he was throwing a pair of his sweatpants at you and bringing his blanket to rest at the top of your hips. What? Your thoughts wrestled with each other, not knowing what face of Eren you were dealing with right now.
“I won’t be sending either of them… truce?” He outstretched a hand to your half-naked body, which had struck silence in a fit of bewilderment. It seemed you had lost your voice, until Eren flicked his pearly whites at you one more time, the way he always did, and it all came back to you. His games, his weak threats, and his stupid little crush on you. You were about to beat him up, at that moment you’d made up your mind. Eren seemed to realize it too, you were about to pounce. A time bomb counting down its last few seconds.
“Ere…” You began, voice trailing off as he grabbed his phone and began to sprint down the stairs in his underwear.
“Eren!” You screamed, running after him at full force, a complete mess, barefoot, sweaty, and wearing… no underwear. That motherfu-
Stressed and overworked, Nanami Kento caves in and seeks comfort from a sex hotline if only for one night… but in a twist of fate, he gets more than what he bargains for.
➴ pairing: nanami kento x f!reader
➴ genre: sex worker! AU
➴ tags/warnings: mentions of sex work, dirty talk, language, nipple play, cum countdown, slight denial, tease & denial, daddy kink, gojou being a piece of sh*it, modern AU, mentions of toxic relationships, mentions of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mutual masturbation, nanami is rich rich
➴ a/n: this was totally not inspired by Nanami’s VA ASMR videos 👀
➴ 01 | 02 | 03
“Oh, fuck, yes, yes. Right there, Daddy – oh y-yes, right there.”
“You like this, you little whore?”
You whimper, bending down a little to inspect the nail polish drying on your toes. Stifling a yawn, you murmured into the receiver, “Yes, Daddy. Love it so much. M’your little whore.”
This isnt a joke my favorite piece of writing advice that I’ve ever seen is someone that said if you were stuck with a fic and couldn’t figure out why or what was wrong, your problem is actually usually about ten sentences back. Maybe there was something wonky about the tone or the dialogue or you added something that didn’t fit but it’s usually ten sentences back. And every single time I get stuck in a fic I count back ten sentences and it’s always fucking there
Expecting them to be perfect and never make mistakes is setting yourself up to be an asshole.
Do you know how long it takes to write and publish a 60k novel for most published authors? Years. Plural.
That includes time spent writing multiple drafts and doing research and multiple rounds of edits. Access to a professional editor, and the ability to hire sensitivity readers. The list goes on and on and on.
Fan fic authors owe you nothing. They are churning out multiple novel length fics (or the equivalent in one shots) a year while still holding down school/jobs.
And you’re gonna jump down their throats because they wrote a pairing differently than you prefer??
Shut the fuck up.
Tags exists for a reason. Read them and move on if the fic is not for you.
I mean really. We all just lived through fucking 2020. Let people enjoy their FAKE gay porn in peace.
This is so real.
I saw a post going around about how “fanfic authors don’t accept critique anymore”
And it’s like?
Imagine you bake a batch of cookies and you take it to the office to share with your co-workers.
And then someone just sits down and it’s like “Ah, the flavour profile is not quite proper. See, you should have added the brown sugar *after* the flour, and”
And it’s like? Just eat the fucking cookie, Mike, and shut the fuck up. lmao
A hobby doesn’t need critique. You don’t even need to be good at it.
Let people have fun on the internet, for god’s sake.
…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
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!!!!!!!! ELLIE!!! 😭😭💜💜 You are so sweet, thank you so much! Gah, your works give me life too! Quality~👌👌 So excuse me while I also mention all of the writers I possibly can @duizhangdeluxe @jhopespanda @bts-love-sweat-tears @btsinned @perpetually-jungshook @kittae @tayegi @seokkbuns @solastia @worldofblade @jessikahathaway @jeonjagiya
if people around you are mocking you or saying unhelpful things like ‘you didn’t even know him’ or ‘he’s just a kpop idol’ kindly remind them that jonghyun was a real person. a beautiful wonderful person who wasn’t broken or weak, a person who was kind and loving to everyone around him, who supported those who didn’t have a voice by speaking for them, using his fame and talents for good rather than for bad. someone who suffered for a very long time and asked for help from their doctor, but sadly wasn’t heard. do not let these people downplay your grief or your sadness, you have every right to feel the way you do, and if they still can’t accept your grief then they’re not worth being around for at the present or even in the future.
remember how fast jonghyun would speak whenever he’s nervous. it was a cute lil habit of his
remember how jonghyun never learned how to ride a bicycle until he was 23 and when he finally learned how to, his new bike got stolen and had to go back to the bike shop the next day, apologized to the bike owner and bought a new one (only to find out a year or two later that minho was the one behind the bike theft)
remember how jonghyun always somehow managed to get a lot of sm’s youtube channel and would post cute n wholesome clips of his dog roo
remember how much love and support jonghyun gave to taemin with his solo career and how much he adored “dracula oppa”/ his “fairy prince”
remember how jonghyun fell asleep on the couch and minho recreation of that famous michelangelo painting and key posted it on weibo
remember how jonghyun got mad from said event so he decided to post 473828292 memes of minho as payback (and just always posted memes of the rest of the members on twitter lol)
remember how when jonghyun and onew first met, jonghyun thought he was older than him and dragged onew around the sm building speaking informally. and when he found out the next day that onew was older he got super embarrassed
remember how much jonghyun loved playing that damn kazoo of his, his live version of beautiful tonight > anything really
remember how the members were asked how many hats did kibum own and jonghyun instantly raised his hand in 0.000000001 seconds and got the answer correct
remember how jonghyun thought it was a good idea to walk to the airport with a dog mask on his head just so he could make everyone laugh
remember how much jonghyun cared for his older sister songdam and always had her as his phone wallpaper
remember how much jonghyun cared for his mother who he loved so dearly and said she was always his biggest influencer
feel free to reblog and add on your own favorite memories of him if you want <3
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