#Trying out story writing formats!

[loonarjester]

A South Park au where almost everyone is a mushroom??! More likely than you think!

Wendy: Hello, I am Wendy T. And these are my partners Kyle B. & Kenny M....Aaand they fell...

Be sure to send these characters some question, you can ask as many times as you'd like:D

[queenerdloser]

i'm writing a speculative short story for this writing class i'm taking where a cleaning robot witnesses a bloody mutiny and its aftermath. (why? no clue, i just love the idea.) for a long time, i only knew what i wanted the robot to be named and just had placeholders for the humans involved, but yesterday i finally went in and gave them all names. and halfway through the naming game i had the VERY amusing (to me) thought of giving the ship officers all names of historical ship officers involved in deadly ship crashes that ended in cannibalism. (the mutiny that serves as the plot is based on a lack of food resources after their ship gets attacked lol.) so the ship's first officer is named fitzjames. i'm rubbing my hands together eagerly waiting to see who will expose themselves as terror fans in this class or if i'll get away with my easter eggs.

[bookshelf-in-progress]

Haunted by the possibilities of a novel in verse.

[icedille]

one of my toxic traits is that i can't stand writers as a class of people WITH THE EXCEPTION OF A FEW ONES ok some of them are also the loves of my life but. they're crucially a minority so apart from those they're all SO annoying to me. and the fact that i'm also one doesn't help. anyway if you're a writer and i don't know you personally you should die

[handgiven]

you are emmanuel. (a little one-shot)

you begin as bright light spanning the length of the universe. you are the warmth of hope settling onto the world as it grows its limbs, seas and mountains, and as its eyes come unstuck and open as the many suns in the sky. you are the blue of the sky, the quiet of the windless cosmos, the unheard sounds within the earth's core as it is formed. the universe is young, and so are you, and still you see it age and you see it die, right before your gaze, over and over again. time is nothing but a corner to peak behind, and it all unfolds and unfurls and clashes into itself until you hurt, but there is no way to experience it because where ever does the sky feel pain? where does a planet? phantom pain of the tragic history that has not happened yet haunts you wherever you shift and all the louder do you feel the ever-present hum of something older, greater than yourself, coming from within you.

you are an angel, a being created of love, for love, a throwaway idea in the forming of the world. they will need someone to look after them. and that is who you are even if you yourself do not know it yet. even if you yourself are still learning the way through existence, even if you still wander and get lost in trying to grasp all that you know, all that you feel, all that you see. they begin as ants and they too become gods, one day you realise as you ponder the earth and for the first time overcome the sound of rubble of its mass, and overhear the first sound of life, and soon more follow. there is laughter, there are songs, there is work. small they are but still so mighty. they flash before your eyes and you can hardly focus before they expire and new ones take their place. your head would spin, but still you are no more than the sky, the lone ray of light, the rustling of leaves in the wind.

you are still that when you hear her crying. a creature still smaller than the ants you've known. a child alone in the woods. at first you cannot even find her, though the sound pierces all the way through to you, the trees do not come apart and make for a barrier stronger than the dreams and nightmares that haunt her at night when she stops stumbling and goes quiet. there is a man there, though he is no longer, her very mind charms up images of him that you can just about touch because they are as real, as physical as you, a ray of moonlight peeking at last through the overgrowth. the man you learn to know by heart, the curls of his hair, the lines around his eyes, the calm of his voice. for the first time you focus and you can see him, all of him, for the first time an ant is given a face.

you are a newborn creature, struggling to get up from the mud that gave you form by the riverside. your legs supported by bones made out of naked white roots the water has come to uncover, struggle to hold your weight for you were weightless, once. you are wet and scary looking, and still when you call and his voice comes out, the child looks up. eyes so wide, you can tell she knows something is not quite right, but when you reach your hand out, and she reaches out hers, you know she trusts you to mean well. you know there is a settlement beyond the woods, you have seen the lights. you walk together, at first silent, later talking, and when she gets tired at night, you carry her yourself and when you do, her hand settles on your chest. the imprint is an anchor. the body is yours.

you are a thing of light, sharp and white, clasped within a clump of cold damp earth. sometimes you can feel it burning through the strata at night, sometimes it spills from your eyes, from your fingertips, between your ribs. sometimes the light wants to return to the sky, yet you know more than anything they need you here, emmanuel. a thing of god among them, or at least his hand, his shoulder, brought to life by the lowly mud from the riverside. the universe still twists around you, and you still can feel it coming to life and dying with every step you take, and there is no cure for it but love. the overwhelming sense of it when you close your eyes, when you touch the earth, when you find that god speaks to you no longer but your mind carries the echo of all of them, everywhere. your ants, your humans.

you are their emmanuel. that is enough.

[dairyfreenugget]

Hey hey hey hey hey hypothetically speaking.....

At the beginning option - would start after Flower/PV met Petunia and Lummis or shortly after the accolade

In the middle option - would start ~1.5 after the accolade, shortly after the infection was taken care of, Ghost and Radiance would be present in the story, Flower would still have tense relationship with a lot of people but starts to slowly open up

Towards the end of the main plot - shortly before or after Flower decides to resume contact with their parents, would focus on more slice of life experience with Flower and their parents trying to build some sort of relationship, lots of tension, possibly would involve something with The Shade Lord and/or Norel (I think it'd work the best for the ask blog format + would love to write more about that period of their relationship)

Or you could propose something else (More of the future stuff? Maybe some other point in time? A different branch? Maybe a different AU? Obviously more aimed towards people who know more in-depth timeline/lore of the AU)

[specialagentartemis]

doing my research data entry, listening to Stars's album No One Is Lost which was (and especially the titular, final song, was) my big Widowtracer music back when I was into Overwatch. And that is reminding me of how much what I liked about the Overwatch characters and lore was stuff that I made up - not even, necessarily, stuff the fandom made up (which was most of it - Overwatch lore was not good) but my own idiosynctratic preferences for ship dynamics.

At least I was into Reaper76 in the same way a lot of other people were, and Reaper/76/Ana the way a few of my other friends were. McHanzo and McGenji were hit-or-miss, McCree (back when he was McCree) & Pharah's sibling relationship prevalent but rarely a focus. But I never really found a lot that satisfied me about Widowmaker/Tracer, because I had such a specific view of what I wanted from them. One I made up because there really was not much there at all.

What I liked about the idea of them was Tracer moving fast staying bright in an attempt to outrun fear and fatalism and collapse by being aggressively optimistic; contrasted against Widowmaker who had accepted it all dully. Tracer desperate to prove that there was something left of Amelie in there, that she could be brought back. That she could be saved. That no one is lost. Proof that things could be okay in the wake of a shakeup in her world order that cast her adrift. That her world could make sense again.

Thinking about it, I'm continuously compelled by characters who are projecting their issues all over each other; especially in the manner of, I feel lost, hopeless, hurt, terrible, irredeemable. I don't believe I have a future, or can ever change, or have a place anymore, or atone for what I did, or can come back from this, or can be loved, or can be saved. But you're in a way worse mess than me, so I'm making it my project to save you, because if I can prove you can... that you can be better, that you can have a future, that you can belong, that you can atone, that you can be loved, that you can be saved... then maybe I can, too. I have to believe that, and that's why I believe in you when you've been written off and have written yourself off. And I'm going to keep reaching out.

And then I discovered Metal Gear Solid and it had a lot of the character dynamics I liked in my made-up headcanon Overwatch actually present in the text. I didn't have to make it up, it was actually there and intentionally and competently written. I was still kind of reading this dynamic into Snake and Meryl (still convinced they were projecting their issues about being loved and being abandoned all over each other in MGS1 and mistaking that for attraction) but a lot of what I liked about Reaper76 and McGenji and McHanzo and stuff was just... there.

And then I got into Wolf 359 where this redemption-by-proxy projection is just straight up textually what's happening between Eiffel and Hilbert. So: getting into fandoms for better written things with what I actually wanted in them is part of the solution here.

But also it was my Widowtracer experience that made me go, I am basically just making up my own character goals and interactions here. Why am I bothering to make it fanwork when it's basically an original story.

I never did put that anywhere. But women desperate to save each other, women desperate to prove they can be saved by saving each other, and women who have the nagging fear that they were wrong doing the evil version of this and trying to seek vindication and absolution through each other do crop up again and again in my imagination. Maybe I should pin that down sometime and give my headcanon Widowtracer the story they deserve.

[metallteeff]

oh my god i want to frame this panel

[shwoo]

I've been seeing stories on AO3 with triple-spaced paragraphs lately, and is that a formatting error, or are they spaced like that intentionally?

Like this, if tumblr's formatting will cooperate:

"Just give it a few days," he suggested, his eyes on the wide horizon. "If you don't hear anything by then..." He shrugged. "I don't have a few days!" she snapped. "If..." She was cut off by the loud, steadily rising pitch of the Pterodactyl Siren, and almost without thinking about it, the two of them sprinted for the lone tree to their right, which was the only thing in range that could qualify as cover. Breathing hard, he leaned against the trunk of the tree, and looked up. It was an oak, or something, and the leaves were thick enough, but they were still too high to hide them from anything not directly above them. "I am so sick of the Pterodactyl Siren." "Yeah," she said, after a second. "It's not even a pterodactyl. They're..." she held her hands out to indicate something not much wider than she was. "That thing is bigger than a pteranodon, even." "Is that really the biggest problem you have?"

At least for me, this makes the story harder to read because it feels like the text is being swallowed up by all the white space. But is it an accident, or is there a reason for it? Like is it from copy and pasting into the story form from somewhere else, or is it just easier to read on phones or something?

Also, the area the writing is in is wider on AO3 than tumblr, so the text to white space ratio looks even lower than it does in whatever nonsense I just wrote. None of those paragraphs would take up more than two lines each on AO3, at least on my monitor.

[oysterie]

Things have gotten worse since we last spoke was so mid lmfao.

[traaanskimkitsuragi]

despite all my criticisms abt tlovm i will say one thing i really appreciate is it really leaning into its character writing in a way that an improv campaign just cant quite manage. be it really small/quick moments (like percy immediately aiming his gun at himself during his possession out of sheer desperation is such a strong moment imo) or the way they have been structuring overarching storylines (really zeroing in on vaxs dependence on vex and placing the flashbacks right before The Incident was genuinely fantastic). it just gets me to feel the kinds of intense emotions the og campaign doesnt really get out of me like ever

[7fragment]

Future Sight

Everyone has moments that change their whole life. Watersheds. You usually can’t see them until they’re gone and you realize there’s no way back to where you were before. Full tilt on a free-fall to the fate waiting below the fog. Being prescient can help with that a bit. Not that dreams and gut-feelings were incredibly useful most times. But when I had a dream about a purple-eyed woman wielding an honest to God sword, well, I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to see that.

In typical human fashion, I didn’t realize my curiosity might really get me killed this time until it was far too late. The McDonald’s smelled like grease and coffee. I was in line between a mountain of a man who probably weighed three-hundred pounds, none of it muscle, and a middle-aged woman toting around a sulky pre-teen girl and her little brother, who was clutching a green frog backpack like it was made of gold. The fat man rolled up to the counter to order and I realized I was next. I tried to think back to the dream I’d had the night before, but that particular piece of it was too blurry. Sometimes that meant it wasn’t important, other times it just meant my vision had crapped out.

I ordered fries and a milkshake, chocolate, and went to sit at the second table back by the window. That part I remembered. I had that certain sense of familiarity when i set my food down,confirming my hazy memories. I sat with my back to the window, even though I really wanted to watch and see the purple-eyed woman who should be coming in soon walk up. She was the reason I’d come out here, I didn’t usually eat McDonald’s, even though they had really good fries.

The longer I waited, the more complicated a knot my stomach made. I couldn’t tell if the feeling was a premonition or just me being nervous. It wasn’t every day a possible Fey wanted to talk to me, psychic or not. I did kind of wish I’d brought my knife. I carried silver, because there was a lot of other greebly shit out there that would like to take a bite out of me and almost all of it didn’t like silver, but Fae weren’t bothered by it. A normal steel knife would make them think twice though—it was too close to iron to be comfortable. I was probably— hopefully— just being paranoid. Usually if I had a dream about something truly dangerous I had an idea of it. Feelings stuck better than more concrete things in my dreams, and the taste of terror especially almost always lingered like the bite of too much spice.

An older man holding an umbrella like a cane walked in, looking way too upscale for McDonald’s with his dark suit and styled hair. He glanced at me, and we made eye contact for half a second. I felt the very familiar tug of my dream and looked back towards the door. Sure enough, the purple-eyed woman walked in. I swallowed back nerves and a few butterflies. The eyes had been the only thing I clearly remembered from the dream, but there was no discordant jang of wrong in the leather jacket that hugged her curves, or the flat dyed-black hair tumbling out from under a leather cap. With all the black her milky skin looked deathly pale, and those purple eyes stood out like living gemstones. She looked at me as if she knew I was watching her, waiting for her, walked right over and sat down. This had gone beyond the scope of my dream, but at least now I didn’t have to worry about finding a way to approach her.

“You seem more normal than I expected.” The purple-eyed woman said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I replied, my curiosity dented by irritation.

“Normally when I have a dream about someone they’re not so obviously human.” The woman said, reaching across the table and taking one of my remaining French fries.

I pulled the red carton away,“Only friends get to steal my food.” I said, closing my mouth before I could add that being all mysterious and sexy didn’t count. The woman shrugged, a cocksure grin on her face. She leaned back in the cheap metal chair, lounging like it was a lay-z-boy.

“So, isn’t this the part where you try to threaten me or something?” She said, raising an eyebrow.

“Does that sort of thing happen a lot?”

“That’s usually how it goes when I have a Dream.” The woman said, her eyes darkening a little as she leaned forward. “Why should you be any different?”

“Funny, I came here because of a Dream too.” I said it with the same implied capital D she did,although I didn’t usually think of them like that. I had them too often to put that level of significance on it. Usually it was stupid, little stuff, like a scrap of a normal day. So maybe last night could have been a Dream.

“What do you mean?” “I had a dream about this.” I waved my hand. “Well, up to the point where you sat down.”

“Really?” The woman reached over and took another french fry. “Now that is interesting.” She looked at me for a long few seconds. It felt like she was seeing something more than just me, but I couldn’t pin down what. “Was there anything else?”

“Uh,” I hesitated, not particularly comfortable talking about the second part of my dream in public. Especially not with the perpetrator. “Well, you had this big-ass sword and were…fighting…something. Somewhere else, I think.”

“Obviously.” The woman smirked, “I didn’t bring my sword today.”

“What else did you see?” I asked, curious.

“Nothing much.” The woman said with a shrug. She took another fry and I gave up, pushing what was left of the carton to the other side of the small table. “Oh, I did give you this.” She half stood up to reach into her jeans pocket, working to get something out. It had to be small, her jeans had been tight, showing off a dancer’s or athlete’s legs. I held out my hand, and she dropped a very old looking coin into my palm. I turned it over. It looked like dingy copper. There were odd symbols on both sides, different ones on each.

“What is it?”

“Heck if I know.” The woman said. “I found it ages ago and for some reason hung onto it until now. Apparently to give it to you.”

“Huh.” I examined the coin closer, but couldn’t make out anything significant.

“Well,” The woman stood up, “I’ll probably see you again, if you know about my sword.” She waved and walked out. Screw that. I hadn’t even gotten a name. I stood up to follow her.

“Really? That’s it?” I demanded as we left the restaurant. “Just give me this stupid thing and leave?”

“Sounds about right.” The woman said. When she glanced back at me, her eyes were cold.“What were you expecting?”

“I dunno, a name at least.” I’d had this woman in my head all day, and I didn’t think that was going to change now.

“Most people call me Eve.” She said. It fit, in a biblical sort of way. I could definitely see this woman playing as seductress.

“I’m Alex.” I said, desperately trying to think of a way to keep the conversation going. It was kind of hard to concentrate on something so practical when Eve was looking at me like she wanted to eat me. Knowing some of the things out there, that might be literal. Somehow it was still hot. Scary, but hot. She cocked her hip, a slow smile curling her lips.

“Well, Alex, if you’re so interested, you might want to brush up on your combat skills.”

“I prefer to think of them as saving my ass skills, and they’ve kept me in one piece so far.” I said,trying not to be insulted that she assumed I was helpless. Most people these days were, especially against more than mundane threats.

“Oh?”

“If you want my life story you’re going to have to buy me dinner or something first.” I said,surprised it came out without any stammering. I didn’t have a whole lot of practice asking people out. Usually I was the one being asked out.

“I can work with that.” Eve said, producing a sharpie from somewhere. I didn’t see her reach for a pocket at all. Maybe she’d had it up her sleeve. Or maybe making things appear was another of her abilities. She stepped towards me, just a breath of air between us, and grabbed my hand. She smelled like a dark forest at night with a touch of frost. She scribbled her phone number on my palm, at least I assumed it was her phone number. “Call me later and we can set something up.”

“Sure.” I said, over the pop of the sharpie cap. Eve’s hand lingered on mine, sparking my imagination in all kinds of wild directions.

“Don’t lose that.” Eve winked, her fingers sliding through mine as she stepped back. Then, just as quickly as she had come, she was gone. And me too busy looking at my hand to catch a glimpse of her retreat.

[uwudonoodle]

I've officially joined AO3! My username is the same as here on Tumblr, Uwudonoodle. Now I can read all your fics that are only for registered users.

[junigray]

Everything is a new skill.

[girltomato]

sweet girl: the soft launch attempt

max verstappen x fem!reader

no warnings

max and his author!gf attempt to soft launch their relationship, but y/n's readers are amateur detectives and the orange army are just there for the ride.

fc: phoebe dynevor

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( ♫ It's Oh So Quiet - Betty Hutton )

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yourbff missing u🤍🤍🤍 have lots of fun bb

⤷ yourusername i have so much to catch u up on🤭🤭

user1 congrats on being a nyt bestseller (again), bloodhound is insane

⤷ yourusername ty cutie💓

user3 the song... girl u aren't slick😭😭

user2 dear mystery man pls treat her like a queen she deserves it🙏🙏🙏🙏

user6 if all my books were million sellers i too would spend my free time on the beach with a hot man

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f1gossip Eagle eyed twitter fans believe they have discovered the identity of Max Verstappen's new girlfriend.

24 year old Y/n L/n is a 3x New York Times best selling author and is shortlisted for the Booker Prize Award 2023 with her second novel Swan Song. She released her third novel, Bloodhound three weeks ago to critical acclaim.

She was spotted spending time on a yacht in St. Tropez with Max earlier this week and fans connected an Instagram post shared by the author and a story posted by Max the same day.

Max has admitted to not being a big reader, claiming to have only read four books in an interview earlier this year - two of which where L/n's novels. He began following her in 2021, she followed him back in early 2023.

Could we be seeing a new couple in the paddock soon??

Share your thoughts and opinions below.

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user27 a wag with a real job, we have entered the glory days

user82 followed since 2021🤭🤭 max verstappen u simp

user49 let's see how the wannabe wags and gold diggers react to this😭😭

⤷ user20 i know some paddock regulars just started sobbing

user63 omg i love her books i never expected this crossover

user91 i'll believe it when i see it, max has always preferred the model type

⤷ user41 girl be serious have u seen y/n??

user58 max verstappen i was not familiar with ur game

user10 she's so pretty i hope this is true

my first post on this acc hi everyone. i have a few plans for the sweet girl universe but i am incapable of writing in chronological order sooo apologies. also working on a fem!driver oc who i love with my whole heart just trying to figure out how to format it. anyways i hope u enjoy.

likes and reblogs are always appreciated <3

[emberuby]

enha to chase | hyung line

summary: short (smutty) drabbles of enhypen hyung line inspired by chase atlantic songs.

warnings: smut, one-night stand (heeseung), misunderstanding (heeseung), high sex, drunk sex (jay & jake), semi-public sex (jake), infidelity (sunghoon), toxic relationship (sunghoon), angst, unprotected sex, stomach bulge (jay).

note: my two fave boy bands in the world are enhypen and chase atlantic so i decided to join the two. this is my first time writing short drabbles too so this was very unusual but fun. these are just based off the general vibes of the song, so the story might not fully match the lyrics. btw this fic format is inspired by @wh1msic4lwasab1, so credit to their incredible writing 🖤

wc: 1.9k

heeseung — her (phases)

she said "we can do whatever you want, you could fuck me in the back of your car" but i won't ever get to stay with her, 'cause all i ever had was one day with her

Heeseung knew he would regret this day for the rest of his life, but you were so addicting that it was making him act like a moron. 

The car was shaking from your rough movements, and the windows were fogging up, both from the heavy breathing and the pouring rain from the outside. Heeseung sat in the back as you straddled his lap and bounced up and down on his cock desperately. 

His hands were on your waist, helping you guide your movements, and in all honesty, you weren’t particularly graceful with them. 

In the beginning, you were incredible. You were riding him like a wave, and the movement of your hips was making Heeseung see stars, but it was becoming all too exhausting now, trying to keep up with his stamina. You’ve already cum once, and your pussy felt sensitive and puffy, causing your movements to become choppy. 

“Slow down, Y/N,” he groaned, having the urge to take control. 

You shook your head, making your hair fall on your face. You whined desperately, “Hee…baby. I have to make you cum. Let me.” You then leaned back slightly and rested your hands on his knees in a futile attempt to help you keep going. 

Your mind was feeling hazy at the feeling of his cock filling you up, and you were angry at your body as you could feel another orgasm approaching while Heeseung was still not even close. 

Before you could keep going, Heeseung swiftly flipped you over so you were on your hands and knees and started roughly slamming into you. Your whines were becoming louder, and you were sure that if anyone were to be passing by, they would hear your obscene noises. 

Your face was now pressed against the leather seat, and you cried out as you felt your orgasm wash over you, just a bit before Heeseung spilt his seed inside you, coating your walls with his cum.

You couldn’t believe he did that, given this was only a one-time thing, but it felt so good you couldn’t bring yourself to think straight. Heeseung kept thrusting in and out of you, and you whined from the overstimulation. 

Every time he pushed himself inside you, he moved his cum deeper and deeper inside your cunt, and you felt yourself being addicted to the feeling. 

You knew you would regret this day for the rest of your life. Heeseung and you both knew you were making a massive mistake. 

You were afraid of what was going to happen after the two of you left this car. You agreed with Heeseung to a one-night stand to help relieve your stress, but your relationship would never be the same after this. 

Especially as Heeseung was always in love with you, and his heart clenched at the thought you would never be his.

jay — slide (beauty in death)

i don't wanna say that i'm god, but, i'll take you to heaven if you die [...] lying to me baby, make it worth it, make me earn it, they don't deserve you

It was the first time you’d ever gotten high, and you weren’t doing particularly well. You were both sleepy yet also hyper-aware and entirely too horny for your own good. You were sure Jay was embarrassed by how you were acting at the party, but in reality, he found it all too adorable. 

“Jaybird,” you remembered telling him as you clumsily grabbed the collar of his shirt. You thought you were whispering, but all of Jay’s friends could hear you. 

“Yes, baby?” He said, his palms rubbing over your arms to help soothe you.

“Please,” you said in a desperate voice, clenching your hands on the fabric of his shirt. 

“Please what?”

“Please… Please let's get out so you can fuck me. I need you, please. I need your dick,” you whined. Your eyes were practically sparkling with tears, and you didn’t notice the way Heeseung and Sunghoon busted out in laughter at your words. 

It was a blur after that, and you remember somehow ending up in an empty bedroom with your clothes gone and Jay’s chest pressed up against your back. His touch felt so soft and soothing, and he held you and kissed you as though you were going to break.

He was always soft with you, but especially now, he was ever so careful and gentle, even in the way he slowly split open your cunt with his throbbing cock. No matter how slowly he went with you, however, you still felt sensitive from how deep inside you he was.

He couldn’t see your face as you lay on your side, but he could tell you were still out of it. 

“Ahh…’m sorry, Jay. I’m really sorry for embarrassing you,” you said in between your moans. You loved when he fucked you in this position because you could feel him so intensely.

He placed a kiss on the back of your head and said, “Don’t be stupid now, darling.” He could never be embarrassed by you. If he were honest, he loved how bold you were tonight, as he was used to you being timid when it came to sex. 

He had learnt to know the signs of when you got horny, like when you would make puppy eyes at him or when you would clench your legs discreetly, and although he didn’t mind it, he liked this version of you as well. 

He reached over to the lower part of your belly and pressed his palms against it, his mind going haywire at the feeling of his cock creating a bulge inside you. It was like you were perfectly made for him. 

You gasped as he started quickening his pace. “So good for me, darling,” he grunted as he kept slamming into you. “My sweet thing, you’re doing so well.”

jake — die for me (lost in heaven)

you know how i love it when you ride on me, oh, lord, i'm in the water, take a dive on me [...] good god, she's on the floor, rollin' her eyes at me, oh

It was fucking freezing, but Jake’s body heat was making it ever so slightly bearable. The sounds of your skin slapping against each other were filling the air, and you two had no care in the world as you fucked each other on the sand with the rushing water behind you. 

Neither of you was thinking straight. You were both drunk off vodka, sopping wet after a skinny dipping session, and exhausted from the long night. Jake, however, made sure to put a towel underneath you, ever the gentleman that he was.

In fact, he was such a gentleman that he wasn’t patient enough to get you home and had to fuck you right there on the beach. 

“It’s fine, princess. Do you really think anyone is up this late?” You remembered him saying. 

You were nervous at first and terrified at the prospect of someone coming to catch you, but it didn’t take much convincing for you to get on your knees and start sucking on his cock out in the open. 

All Jake had to do was flash his eyes that glinted in the moonlight and tell you how much he wanted you. 

Jake could tell how much you enjoyed being out in the open like this. While your mouth was wrapped around him and bobbing up and down desperately, all he could focus on was how flushed your face was and how you were palming at your pussy to give yourself relief. Your eyes were rolled back, and you were taking him deeper than ever.

You were loving it. 

You desperately wanted him to finish in your mouth, but Jake felt impatient and pushed you down on the towel, and now here you were grabbing at Jake’s back as he plummeted inside you. 

“Fuck, Jakey, just like that,” you moaned as you felt him hit just the right spot within your walls. Your skin felt so cold, but his cock felt so warm inside you. The contrast was making you feel lightheaded.

“You’re such a dirty girl,” he groaned from above as he split you open with his cock. Everything felt so heightened. You weren’t particularly a risk-taker when it came to sex, but Jake loved the exhilaration of moments like these.

He still remembers the time he fucked you at a sleepover at Sunghoon’s place, with Heeseung mere inches away from you two sleeping. He never decided to tell you that Heeseung heard every moment of it, to protect your sensitive heart. 

“Fuck, princess, you’re so wet,” he said breathily. “You love it, don’t you? You always act like such an innocent girl, but I know how much it turns you on to think of someone catching us like this, isn’t that right?” 

sunghoon — tidal wave (single)

if you don't wanna break his heart, girl, where the fuck is he, then? [...] and i say fuck the rules and let 'em find out but that's just how i'm feelin'

You could feel his breath on your forehead; even though you tried to avoid it, his gaze bore you. He hated when you didn’t look back at him when he was fucking you. He roughly grabbed a handful of your thighs and slammed himself inside you, making you roll your eyes back into your head.

“Hoonie...” you moaned. Your pussy was starting to feel sensitive, and you knew you were close. Sunghoon sucked on his teeth and cupped your chin to make you look up at him.

“Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he whispered. “Either that or I’m not letting you finish. Understand?” 

You nodded weakly in response, but God did it hurt to look into his eyes. It made this all feel too real. When his eyes were on you like this, it was a reminder that you could never escape him, no matter how hard you tried.

You always loved him, but God did he hate you. At least that’s what it felt like.

Why else would he hurt you like this? Why else would he tell you he wasn’t ready for a relationship and break your heart repeatedly, just to come crawling back when you finally found someone who loved you back? He wanted you to belong to him, but he could never bring himself to be yours.

But did it really matter how much he hurt you when you always ended up like this? With your legs spread out, your cunt stuffed with his cock, and him plummeting into you so deeply it made you see stars.

He was ruining your life, but you were the pathetic one for letting it happen.

“Did you really think he could replace me?” he said cockily. You hated that question because the obvious answer was no. Jisung was perfect, and you were fucked in the head because even that was never enough for you.

Sunghoon was your dirty little secret. He was an addiction that was slowly killing you.

“Fuck you,” you spat. “Why would I want someone to replace you when you’re such an asshole? Jisung treats me like a princess.” 

You used all your strength to muster up those words coherently, as it was becoming harder to think with the thrusts of his hips intensifying. You could see the sweat dripping down his chest. 

He reached his hand down, and you yelped as you felt his cold finger pads pinch your clit, sending an electric shock up your spine. You loved how good he made you feel. Nothing could ever compare to how well he knew your body.

“You don’t want to be treated like a princess, though, isn’t that right? Deep down, you know you’re a whore, and you deserved to be punished like one.” His words were rough, but all too true. 

Tears started welling in your eyes, and you didn’t know if it was because of how overstimulated you were becoming or because his words were hitting too close to home. 

“Tell me this, Y/N. If he’s so fucking perfect, where exactly is he? Huh?” He loved fucking with your head. He was the one who pleaded with you to get in bed with him, and now he was punishing you for it.