#i try to be open with my struggles bc I want a dialogue and for people to humanize addicts

[dollracha]

𐙚 i want it ⋆ h.js x reader pt.2

part one ⋆ part two

pairing: han jisung x inexperienced! fem!reader genre: smut, smau warnings: swearing ⋆ spit kink⋆ virginity ⋆ needy han ⋆ slight perv!han ⋆ reader is called “baby” and “pretty girl” ⋆ no use of “y/n” ⋆ reader is referred to by she/her pronouns ⋆ piv ⋆ munch jisung ⋆ oral sex (fem recieving) ⋆ fingering ⋆ light cum play ⋆ lots of praise ⋆ dialogue heavy wc: 3.2k synopsis: a week after jisung eats you out, he takes your virginity at your eager request. author's note: i feel like this is a safe enough space to say that i kinda didn’t wanna write this pt 2. i struggled a lot, but it’s finally finished!! didn’t wanna leave you guys hanging so i pushed through and delivered! if you like it feel free to reblog or comment bc those make my day <3

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a pit of guilt grows in jisung’s gut. he promised you months ago that he’d take it slow. he broke that promise the moment it got too difficult to keep his dick in his pants. months ago, you would barely make out with him. you were so shy when it came to being intimate. but slowly, you got more used to it. slowly. 

he promised you that your first time together would be at the right moment. and he begged to get your pussy in his mouth before you were ready. he was such an awful boyfriend.

at least, that’s what he thought. 

jisung was oblivious to the lust that clouded your mind the following days. the way you’d wake up in the morning, only to feel slick between your thighs from the wet dreams the night before. the way you’d be going about your day, and suddenly the image of your boyfriend rubbing his dick on your pussy flashes in your mind. or the way you fantasize at night about how it’d feel to experience it all over again–his tongue, his fingers. how you'd fall asleep to the thought of his cock inside you.

he started a fire inside you without even knowing, and he needed to quell it before you lost your mind.

he’s barely even went further than kissing you since he ate you out. you know that jisung is scared to force you. but you also know that you’re ready. 

instead of asking him to fuck you, like any rational person would do, you decide the best way to what you want is to seduce him into it. it isn’t hard. really, it’s stupid easy. even a virgin can do it. 

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when jisung gets into your apartment, all he wants to do is cuddle you while you stroke his hair. it’s one of the tamer things he’s been dreaming of all day. 

“baby?” he says, and shuts your apartment door. it’s silent. “baby?”

“bedroom.” is all you reply. when he opens the door, he pauses. he definitely had something to say with the way his mouth hangs open, but as soon as he sees you it’s thrown out the window. you see his adams apple bob as he swallows, and takes in the sight of you: naked except for a thin, cropped camisole and panties, your sweatshirt barely covering your arms before it falls to the floor.

“jisung.” you try your best to keep the amusement out of your voice. 

“shit! sorry, baby.” he snaps out of it quickly, adverting his gaze to the wall behind you. half of his thoughts for the past week come back to him all at once. seeing you barely covered makes the blood rush to his face, and his dick. it’s an instant reminder of how he had you just a week ago. he doesn’t look back to you, he might be strong enough mentally, but his dick sure isn’t. traitor.

“how was your day?” you're so casual about it, sauntering up to him and hugging him like you're not practically naked in front of him. like your tits don't press up against his chest when you hug him tightly.

“good. it was good. i missed you.” he's trying to stay calm. keep his dick from flying out of his pants like some deranged, horny adolescent who just discovered porn.

“yeah? still wanna cuddle like you wanted to earlier?” you ask, referencing a text he sent you a few hours ago.

screw his dick, his heart needed you more.

jisung sits on your bed, his back resting against the headboard. he watches as you climb into his lap, bare thighs against his sweats. you're so warm, and you smell so good… you're gonna kill him one day.

the moment your hands are in his hair, he's taking a deep, grounding breath. he loves when you play with his hair, it's the perfect stress relief for him. his girl, all pretty in his lap, running her fingers through his hair. dream come fucking true.

jisung can't help the low groan that escapes his lips as he adjusts his position. his arms wrap around you, shifting you in his lap so you're not sitting on his dick.

“fuck, baby.” he mutters. his eyes are shut, teeth biting at his lip to keep himself quiet.

it's cute, really. how worked up your boyfriend gets over you. you can't help but kiss the corner of his mouth, your hands cupping his cheeks as you try to push things further.

“kiss me, jisung?” the way you ask him is so sweet, so innocent sounding. like you don’t have a plan (you do) and all the pieces aren’t falling into place (they are). he can't resist, leaning up to kiss you short, sweet, and chaste. 

it's not enough. you take charge, kissing him and shifting in his lap to get a better angle. he gets the message, and lets you lead the kiss. in no time you're deepening it, your tongue in his mouth, and jisung's quick to pull back, your unusual boldness finally catching him off guard. 

“you good, baby?”

“mhm.”

“really?”

“you haven't kissed me in forever.” you're quick to defend yourself with a pout. forever, a week… same thing.

“c'mon, baby. you know i don't wanna rush you… i wanna take it slow with you, you asked me that and i'm doing my best…” he's looking at you like you’re too good for him, or he’s too bad for you. “you really don't know how hard that is for me, sometimes.” he mutters, eyes averting away from you. his hands come to rest on your hips, and it illustrates his point: he can't keep his hands off you.

“you're so gorgeous… prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. and you've got no idea how badly i just wanna push you down on the bed and fuck you sometimes.” jisung takes his hands off you, like they'll betray him. his hands ball up into fists at his sides. “you deserve someone who's able to wait for you, patiently.”

you don't like the implication of jisung's words. that you might ‘deserve’ someone better than him. your hands reach for his wrists, and guide his hands back to your body where they currently belong.

“i don't want anyone else, jisung, only you. it felt good when you ate me out. i liked it. i want more.” you cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. “fuck me. please?” you ask, thumbing over his cheeks. your eyes are so warm, so full of love for your just slightly perverted boyfriend.

“i don't wanna make you wait anymore. i'm ready now. please? i want it.”

jisung can't resist you: his dick is throbbing in his sweats, his mind clouded because you look so damn good on his lap. you're begging him to take your virginity. you’re clearing up the doubt and guilt in his mind. who is he to deny you any further? 

“i love you.” he grins, shaking his head. his hands travel up from your hips to your waist, and he presses a quick kiss to your cheek. “lie down, baby. let me take care of you.”

you’re quick to push yourself off his lap, and lie down beside his sitting form. there’s an air of excitement bouncing between you two as he kneels between your legs. he sits back to admire you beneath him. 

the way your hair lies behind you, the eager look in your eyes, the gloss of your lips from the messy kiss you shared. the way your top scrunches up beneath your tits, the strap barely falling off your shoulder. It’s the little nuances of your appearance that have him feeling like the wind’s been knocked from his lungs, and he wants to commit that beauty to memory, write about it like he’ll ever find the right words to describe you.

debauched. hot. perfect. ‘mine’. 

he can’t control himself, hands wandering your body to brush up your thighs. they reach your ribs and begin pushing up your top, freeing your tits for him to grope and tease. he takes in the way your breath catches, notes the things he does what makes you react. you’re so reactive and all he’s done is feel you up.

“shh… baby, i know…” he whispers as he takes your nipple between his thumb and index finger to give it a rough pinch. “want it so bad, right? want me to just put it in?” 

you nod. he’s worked you up quickly. “not yet. my girl deserves a special first time. i can’t just put it in. what kind of boyfriend would i be?”

“but, ji–” jisung’s hands trailing down your ribcage to your hips. his thumbs soothe over the skin, but his grip is firm, and keeps you in your place. 

“don’t be a brat.” the sudden sternness in his voice has you shutting up immediately. you don’t think he’s ever spoken to you with such strictness… it turns you on. with that, he stands, and pulls you to the edge of the bed. 

“let me take care of you.” his voice is softer as he speaks and drops to his knees on the floor. he ends all your thoughts of impatience the moment he begins kissing up your inner thighs. “gotta prep my girl first, okay?”

there’s a gentleness in his touch, as he spreads your thighs a little wider, taking in the sight of you. as if he didn’t make you cum on his tongue with no regards for your virgin status just a week ago. “relax f’me.”

he spreads your pussy open with two fingers, and in seconds there’s a slow, wet trail of his spit dripping down your clit. jisung starts with slow, gentle licks that have you melting into his touch. he works up a fire inside you that spreads with every deep shallow breath, every barely audible whine from your lips. when your wetness and his saliva are all glistening across his chin, he pulls away. “how’s it feel, pretty girl?”

“good.” you breathe out, and suck in a deep breath. “want more.” you roll your hips, desperate to get his mouth back on you. 

"yeah? more what?” jisung rubs your thighs, giving you a break whether you like it or not. it’s a form of self control for himself as well, he can’t get lost in eating you out if he stops. “what do you want more of, baby? tell me.”

honestly, you don’t know. you just want more of the feeling he’s giving you, the fire that builds slowly and threatens to take your breath away. luckily, jisung is more than happy to give you options. “want more of my mouth? or do you want to try my fingers?”

“just wanna feel good.” you decide, and jisung smiles. you’re cute, and you trust him with to make you feel good, even if you don’t know what you want. he’s eager now, your plea spurring him on. jisung teases his finger at your entrance, and slowly inserts it as he begins to suck on your clit. it’s not enough, not for jisung. as soon as he feels you relaxing around one finger, he’s quick to insert anther. it’s not a hard stretch. not when your pussy’s being so greedy, sucking in his fingers as he sucks on your clit. 

all the while you’re moaning his name so sweetly, rutting your hips up into his mouth like he’s just a pillow for you to hump. “fuck, baby…” he’s moaning into your pussy, reaching his arms beneath your thighs to pull you closer.

“ji…” the way you moan his name is obscene. he wants to hear it again.

“cum on my tongue.” it’s somewhere between a command and a plea. however he asks, he needs to see it again, feel it again–fuck, he needs to taste it again. “cum on my tongue and you can have my dick, baby. ‘s all yours.” 

it’s not lost on him that you’re close when your hands reach for his hair, tugging in a way that makes his eyes roll to the back of his head. he knows before you do, and he’s doing all he can to make you tip over the edge. 

“please–” 

the fire he coaxes within you builds and builds. until you’re warm to the touch and can’t speak anything but his name in broken moans. he holds you down when you cum, your hips fighting against his strength as his fingers fuck you through it.

“good girl… that’s my good girl…” he praises. his eyes are glued to your face, taking in every frame of you as you come undone on his fingers. once your breathing calms, and you lie still on the bed, his eyes trail down to your pussy. his fingers gather the wetness of your cunt and pull out in tandem with your whine of “too much!”

“look at you, baby…” he coos as he stands. “that’s my good girl, cumming on my tongue so pretty for me.” his clean hand trails up your body, and rests against your throat. his hand is warm, almost weightless as it rests above your throat. it’s oddly grounding for you.

“made such a mess, though…” an idea pops into his head.  “you ever taste yourself, baby?” you shake your head no. jisung brings two fingers up to your lips. “go ahead.” he brushes the slick pads of his fingers against your bottom lip.

“clean up the mess you made.”

jisung groans as you take his fingers into your mouth. He can’t recall seeing a sweeter sight in his life. the way you look up at him, eyes wide and glossy as his fingers hit the back of your throat. you don’t stop though. you keep sucking, even beginning to bob your head a little and it goes straight to his dick.

he’s enjoying this too much.

jisung slides his fingers out of your mouth, and runs the same hand through his hair. “feel good?” he takes note of the look on your face, so fucked out already. you nod. it’s not a good enough response for him. “talk to me.” he’s gentle as he speaks, and brushes your hair out of your face. 

“feels good, ji.” you sigh, and shut your eyes. 

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

“want more? or are you done for the night?” jisung’s thumb caresses your cheek, the other hand sits softly at your waist.

“more, please?” 

“of course, baby. you did so good for me. i promised you i’d give you my cock, didn’t i? gotta give my pretty girl what she wants.” it makes him impatient, to know that he has you prepped and eager for him. but he has to start slowly. 

he pushes his sweats down beneath his thighs, too impatient to fully take them off. he fists his heavy cock in his hands as the tip prods at your entrance. 

“gonna put it in now, okay?” he doesn't give you much time to think about it and before you can reply, he's pushing in. 

“jisung…” your eyes shut as you moan his name, and jisung watches the way your pussy welcomes him. you watch jisung: the hungry look in his eyes, the messiness of his hair, the way he breathes deep and slow as he takes you. half his cock is nestled inside you when he finally breaks the silence.

“you're doing so good, baby…” he mutters, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “taking me so well…” 

it's then that he starts to thrust. calculated and slow strokes that have you gasping as clenching around him. jisung is captivated. his eyes are glued onto the way you suck him in. he's barely able to keep himself from fucking into you deeper. 

your eyes wander down from taking in jisung's expressions, to the way his hips fuck into you with all the restraint he has. it makes you want more, want to feel him completely.

“more,” it's not an ask or a plea. it's a demand. you keen into his touch, and your eyes lock. “i want it all.” 

jisung laughs. he can't help it, you're cute. “more, baby? you want all my cock?” he teases and slowly begins to pull out.

“yes!” you whine, “jisung, please?”

it's cute. you're so desperate for him. it's hypocritical almost. he's using all his self control trying not to fuck you like he's a fucking rabbit in heat.

without any warning, he's grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. he slides into you, slowly. he groans as he bottoms out. you reach out to grip the sheets, but he's quick to grasp your hand instead.

“good job, baby. fuck, pussy's made for me–hold my hand, pretty girl…”

jisung pulls back and he swears he sees stars. “fuck…” he doesn't know how much longer he can control himself. his thrusts are deep and slow, falling into the familiar routine he fucked you with earlier. 

it's not enough for you. not enough pleasure to satiate the fire hes stoking inside of you. “more.” you demand. “more, ji.” something snaps in him. he’s quick to fulfill your request, fucking into you faster. 

“so dirty, baby. never been fucked before and already can’t get enough.” you can’t deny his words, or respond. all you do is moan his name again and arch into his touch.

“close?” you mutter, almost unsure of when your own orgasm is coming. with that, jisung spreads your pussy open with his fingers, and spits right on your clit. the high pitched whine that leaves your lips makes him smirk. 

“i know, baby.” his fingers work fast circles against your clit, and he feels the way you tense and squirm against his touch. “too much!” and it’s not. jisung knows it’s not. it’s just enough.

 “cum for me, baby.” and you do: with little whines and moans of his name, with little rolls of your hips to chase the pleasure he’s giving you. you’re clenching around him like a vice, each flutter of your pussy brings him closer to cumming, and he’s already trying his best to hold off.

he can’t take it anymore. jisung pulls out quickly and fists himself as he cums on your tummy. “that’s my girl… did so well.” he praises, his free hand soothing over your hip. 

jisung watches as you come down from your high. you're so pretty. his pretty girl. all ruined. your hair's a mess. the thin sheen of sweat on your forehead. his cum all over your tummy.

“how are you feeling, baby?” he asks with a soft smile on his face. 

“good,” you nod, a barely there smile on your face as you reach for his hand. “more than good.” 

you tug his hand, trying to pull him down to cuddle you. it's a signal that jisung responds to immediately. he's pulling you to the side to spoon you. 

one hand rests against your tummy, and he rests your head against his other arm. he kisses your nape, then your shoulder, then rests his head against you. it’s peaceful. 

“i love you, jisung.”

“i love you, baby.”

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[biolumien]

friendly blows

soshiro hoshina x gn!reader smile and wave everyone. there may be the slightest bit of suggestive dialogue but that's bc hoshina's a fucker word count: 1091

“Do you take great pleasure in beating the shit out of me or something?” you pant from where you lay on the floor. As you attempt to sit up, you wince, holding your rib. “You kicked me in the fucking rib, Hoshina-”

“Ah, pshaw. Didn’t hit it hard enough to properly break it,” Hoshina says, waving his hand dismissively. “You’ll live. I know your limits better than you, I think. After all, I spend so much time staring at your vitals in HQ anyway… I know what’s fragile about you. And besides, I’m not trying to kill you. You’ll be fine.” He wipes sweat from his jaw, one of his crimson eyes opening as he smirks down at you, a wink. He extends his hand out to you. “Up on your feet, soldier. Got a bit more fight left in ya, I can tell.”

“You’re a bastard,” you grouse, reaching out your hand to grasp his as you begin to pull yourself up–

And then Hoshina retracts his hand, and you fall right back onto the ground.

“Fucker!” you grumble as Hoshina begins to chuckle.

“Ohh, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… had to, had to. If you still have the energy to mouth off I’m sure you have more than enough energy to fight me.” Hoshina teases, though his expression seemed a little more serious. “You’re the one who wanted to fight me, let’s not forget. I’m just giving you your money’s worth.”

You growl, pressing your hands against the training room’s mats as you push yourself up, still rubbing at where Hoshina had kicked you before. You ready yourself into a sparring position, and Hoshina simply just stares at you, a teasing smirk on his face.

Pure cockiness.

You’ve been fighting for close to thirty minutes–it’s felt like an eternity, in any case. He’s seen most of your moves, and the ones he hasn’t seen, he’s been able to predict with relative ease. 

Hoshina moves fast–almost too fast for your eyes to process, his foot swinging out to kick you in the side, and you manage to jump out of the way just in time for his swing to find no purchase. He laughs, winding up his arm to slam a punch towards your face. You hold up your hands fast enough to block the blow and grit your teeth as Hoshina bears down on you with the punch, forcing his whole weight onto you.

“Not bad,” Hoshina says. “You’re getting better at predicting my moves.”

Focusing’s taking too much of your time, so you simply huff.

“Ahh, there it goes,” Hoshina teases. “Can’t mouth off if you’re too busy trying to focus on not getting hit, right?”

A sudden punch to your stomach scatters your focus immediately as he swings his leg, his foot hooking your ankle and causing you to slam against the ground with a thud. 

You cough as the impact takes all the air out of your lungs, and Hoshina leans over you. 

“You alive?” he teases, baring his teeth. 

Fucker.  

“Oh, plenty alive,” you rasp, reaching up to grab him by the collar. 

As he yelps—it’s a cute sound, to hear him caught off guard—you hook your leg around the back of his knee and he collapses against you, barely avoiding smashing your heads together by bracing himself against the mat. After a bit of struggling, you flip your positions so that you’re pinning him against the mat with a hand pressed against his sternum, your legs bracketing his thighs to keep him from moving. 

Hoshina’s eyes are fully open, staring at you as his chest heaves. He pants, and you’re furtively grateful he’s not making some kind of smart remark.  

“What was that, you said? If you have the energy to mouth off… something like that? Where’s all your fight now?” you gasp out, pressing your hand down harder. 

Hoshina wheezes. 

“Oh, believe me, pretty thing, I’ve got more fight left in me than you could ever imagine,” Hoshina says, his eyes meeting yours as suddenly you feel yourself buckling. Hoshina pushes you back with a gentle hand, as if you’re barely any weight to him at all, shuffling your bodies–

“Hey–” you protest as he flips you onto your front, pinning you to the mat with a knee to the small of your back and holding your arms back with a hand. “I got you that time!”

“You did,” Hoshina amends. “You can get some praise for that, if you want. Ohh, you did so well,” his voice lilts as he leans forward, his lips brushing against your ear. “Keep it up, and maybe you can pin me down for longer…”

Your face flushes.

“Going red? How cute,” Hoshina says. “Well… hm. Let’s end training here for today.” He pulls back, letting you get up. 

“You bastard,” you say, your hands coming up to your face to assess how flushed your cheeks are. It might just be because of the training, but you feel like you’re on fire, somehow.

“Mm, I’ll take that as a compliment,” Hoshina says, holding up a water bottle to you. “Here. Good work today.” 

You unscrew the water bottle, drinking about half the bottle, crushing the plastic in your grip as you do. Hoshina watches with bemusement in his eyes.

“I just feel like I’m not getting better,” you say frustratedly. “When I fight you it just feels like I just forget about everything else I’ve learned.” “Aww, don’t let that get you down,” Hoshina teases. “You’re doing great against me. Most people can’t even land a hit on me, you know! And you kept me pinned down for… longer than anyone could say they had before.” He seemed almost embarrassed to admit it, pressing a hand to the back of his neck. 

“You’re making fun of me,” you say. “Aren’t you?”

“No,” Hoshina says after a moment, a smile approaching this side of genuine crossing his lips. “You’re doing great against me. I look forward to the day where you can beat me. Let me see your hand for a sec?”

You extend your hand for a second, wondering what he’ll do–

Hoshina simply kisses your bruised knuckles, holding your hand gently. You think you might be dead, hallucinating, or something, with the way your heart stops for a moment–and then the moment’s over, because Hoshina has parted from you, letting go of your hand.

“Text me if you ever want to spar again,” he says, turning away from you. 

“Hoshina–” you start, but he’s already gone.

Fucker.

[violetseaslug]

hey so, may I request part two to your last fic?😁 the one with rockstar Semi and girly fem reader. maybe part 2 could be reader asking Minsu ways to get back at Semi and actually succeed for once? i just want Semi to be the flustered one this time around💓

" thats how it feels, when shes on me "

₊˚⊹ ⤷ pairing: se-mi x fem!reader // wc: 2k

₊˚⊹ ⤷ my masterlist !!

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brief a/n: i was infact up all night writing this bc i was so excited and i cracked my phone bc i got frustrated editing the layout w long nails </3

synopsis: the reader gets back at se-mi and starts flirting/teasing her the same way se-mi did. AND THEY KISS (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

cw/tw: a lot of teasing and flirting, dialogue heavy. part 1 is here!

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You smooth out your outfit for the third time, staring at yourself in the dressing room mirror.

Your heart pounds in anticipation. It’s not like you’re nervous—okay, maybe a little—but mostly, you’re just hyping yourself up. Se-mi had teased you relentlessly before, always smirking, always knowing exactly what to say to make you blush.

But tonight? tonight, you are going to be the one in control. Not by being obvious, no—that would be too easy. Instead, you’ll be subtle. Just enough to make her question things, just enough to make her chase.

A knock on the door pulls you from your thoughts. Min-su, a talented bandmember, leans against the frame with a knowing smirk. "You look like someone plotting world domination."

You laugh. "Maybe just a little."

"This about Se-mi?" he teases, crossing his arms. "You finally gonna get her back?"

You roll your eyes but smirk. "pfft, hopefully."

Your friend claps you on the back. "don’t stress, you’ll grow greys so young."

You nod, exhaling slowly.

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You weren’t planning to run into Se-mi so soon, but fate has other ideas.

You’re backstage, wandering toward catering, when you take a wrong turn and open the door to what you think is the crew lounge. Instead, you find Se-mi mid-outfit change, one arm stuck in a too-tight sleeve, struggling to pull it down properly.

She freezes. You freeze.

For a split second, you just stare at each other. Then, with perfect composure, you lean against the doorframe. "Well, this is unexpected."

Se-mi huffs, finally yanking the fabric down and tossing her hair back, trying to play it cool. "Enjoying the view?"

You hum thoughtfully, stepping inside with slow, deliberate steps. "Should I be?"

She narrows her eyes at you, but there's a flicker of amusement there. ""Bold of you to test me like this," she muses, her voice dripping with amusement.

You grin, reaching out and hooking a finger through her belt buckle, tugging her just a little closer. "Oh? Should I be scared?"

Se-mi's breath hitches for just a second before she regains her composure, tilting her chin up. "Depends. Were you expecting something?"

You smirk, throwing her own words back at her. "I should be asking you that."

Her lips part slightly, but she doesn’t move away. Instead, her gaze drops—just for a split second—to where your fingers still rest against her belt. When her eyes snap back up to yours, they’re darker, more intense. "keep this up, I dare you."

You chuckle, brushing your fingers over the leather one last time before finally releasing her and stepping back. "dare accepted."

And just like that, you walk out, leaving her standing there.

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The after-show energy is still buzzing when you find yourself in Se-mi’s dressing room, surrounded by a few crew members. You’re perched on the edge of the couch, chatting idly, when Se-mi walks in, running a hand through her hair.

The moment she sits down, you don’t hesitate. With an easy, natural motion, you shift and settle yourself right onto her lap, acting like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

Se-mi stiffens for half a second before letting out a breathy laugh. "And here I thought I was the shameless one."

You rest a hand on her shoulder, your other tracing idle patterns on her knee. "I figured it was my turn to take the lead."

Her fingers twitch slightly against your waist, as if she’s debating whether or not to move you. Instead, she schools her expression, tilting her head.

"Oh? And what exactly are you leading?"

You lean in just a little, close enough that your lips almost brush the shell of her ear. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Her grip on your waist tightens slightly, but she still plays it cool. "You think this is gonna work on me?"

You hum, shifting just enough to make her suck in a breath. "I don’t know, se-mi. You tell me."

For a moment, she doesn’t say anything. You can practically feel her trying to keep her composure. But you’re not done yet.

You trail a single finger down her arm, light as a whisper. "You’re so tense," you murmur, tilting your head as if examining her. "Could it be that I’m actually getting to you?"

She exhales slowly through her nose. "You wish."

You shift again, letting your weight settle just a little more into her lap, fingers dancing up to the back of her neck where you toy with the strands of her hair. "I don’t know, semi. Your body language says otherwise."

She swallows, her hands now gripping your waist firmly, as if trying to steady herself. "You're really testing your luck, you know that?"

You chuckle, fingers grazing just under the hem of her shirt before pulling back, like a promise left unfinished. "Is that what I’m doing?"

Her jaw clenches, her breath coming just a little uneven now. "you’re pushing it."

You lean in closer, lips barely ghosting over her ear. "yet you're not pushing me away".

Her grip tightens, and for a second, you think she might actually do something about it. But instead, she stays frozen, trapped in the tension you’ve wound around her like a web.

With a victorious smirk, you finally slide off her lap, but not before pressing a feather-light kiss to her jawline, the barest touch that leaves her breathless.

se-mi stays still, her expression unreadable as she watches you go. But you know exactly what’s going through her head.

You wanted to play like that

The post-show adrenaline is still buzzing in the air, crew members moving around in a well-rehearsed dance of packing up and resetting. You, however, are focused on one thing—and one thing only. Se-mi standing near her dressing area, fingers lazily working to unclasp the delicate chain around her neck.

It’s almost too easy.

Without a word, you step forward, slipping in behind her before she can protest. "Let me," you murmur, voice low and smooth.

She stiffens for just a second before scoffing. "I can handle it."

"Mmm," you hum, but your fingers are already brushing against the nape of her neck, ghosting over soft skin as you reach for the clasp yourself.

Her breath hitches, so quiet you almost miss it. Almost.

The chain slides away with ease, but you don’t step back just yet. Instead, you let your fingers linger, dragging lightly along the column of her throat as you take your time lowering the jewelry into her waiting hand.

"There. Wasn’t so hard, was it?"

She exhales through her nose, a little sharper than usual. "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?"

You step around her, making sure your fingers graze her wrist as you pass. "What makes you think that?"

She doesn’t answer right away, just watches you, as if trying to pick apart your next move. But you’re already onto the next one.

You grab a water bottle from the table beside you, unscrewing the cap slowly. You’re aware of her gaze flicking to you as you tilt your head back and take a slow, deliberate sip.

Then, you lower the bottle and hold it out toward her. "want some?"

She eyes the bottle, then you. There’s something challenging in the way she looks at you, but she takes it anyway, mirroring your earlier movement as she tilts her head back to drink. She should leave it at that. She should.

But she doesn’t.

The moment she lowers the bottle, you reach out, thumb swiping across the corner of her mouth before she even registers what you’re doing. "You had something there," you say, voice soft, but teasing.

She freezes.

Then, instead of reacting, she slowly raises a brow. "Oh? That so?"

You nod, feigning innocence. "Mmhm. Just helping."

For a moment, it’s quiet—just the low hum of crew members talking in the background, the faint echoes of the empty stadium. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she lifts the water bottle back to her lips.

And drinks from the exact same spot you did.

Your smirk falters for just a second—just enough for her to notice.

She lowers the bottle, stepping in just enough to close the distance. "That flustered look on your face says otherwise," she muses, voice as smooth as silk.

You swallow, then grin, recovering quickly. "Flustered? Please. You’ll have to try harder than that."

Her eyes flicker to your lips—brief, almost unnoticeable. Then, she shakes her head with a quiet chuckle, brushing past you. "Noted."

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The venue is nearly empty now, save for a few exhausted crew members packing up equipment. Se-mi is backstage, strumming absentmindedly on her guitar, lost in the quiet hum of the near-deserted space.

You lean against one of the amps, watching her. The sharp, teasing edge you wielded earlier has softened into something slower, heavier. It’s late. The energy from the show has settled, leaving only the two of you in its lingering afterglow.

She strums her guitar lazily, half-focused on a melody, but her eyes keep drifting toward you, as if waiting for something.

You push off the speaker, walking towards the couch se-mi was on. "You’re really putting in overtime, huh?"

She smirks, fingers never stopping. "Someone’s gotta keep the show perfect."

You hum, stepping closer until you’re right in front of her. "And here I thought you were just stalling."

Se-mi raises a brow. "Stalling for what?"

Instead of answering, you take a seat—right on her lap, just as effortlessly as you had back in her dressing room. She tenses, just slightly, but doesn’t push you away.

"You really have a habit of making yourself comfortable," she murmurs, amusement lacing her voice.

You rest a hand on her shoulder, leaning in so your lips hover just above her ear. "And you have a habit of letting me."

Her breath catches for just a second, fingers stilling on the guitar. "You’re insufferable."

You pull back just enough to meet her gaze, and this time, there’s no teasing, no playful smirks. Just tension—heavy, lingering between you both.

She exhales, something flickering in her eyes. "I hate you."

You smirk, stepping back just enough to be out of her reach. "Sure you do."

Se-mi finally looks at you, and in this dim lighting, you catch something flickering in her expression—something torn between amusement and thinly veiled exasperation. "You really love testing your luck, huh?"

You step in close, slow enough to give her time to stop you, but she doesn’t move away. Instead, she watches you carefully, her fingers tightening slightly around the neck of her guitar.

"I like testing you," you correct, lowering your voice just a fraction. "And I like winning."

She scoffs, but it’s weaker this time. "You didn’t win anything."

“believe me, teasing you was fun, but im getting impatient.”

Before se-mi could respond, you finally made your move.

Your hand slides to her jaw, tilting her face up just slightly before you lean in, pressing your lips against hers. The moment they meet, she freezes, just for a second—then she melts into it, hands gripping your waist as she pulls you closer, deepening the kiss like she’s been waiting for this just as much as you have.

The guitar slips from her lap, forgotten. The stadium is empty, but in that moment, nothing else exists but the two of you.

When you finally pull back, she exhales, dazed. "Took you long enough."

You smirk, running a thumb along her jaw. "Oh? That so?"

She rolls her eyes but doesn’t let go. "Shut up and kiss me again."

You don’t hesitate.

[kimkenta]

my golden blood ep 8 second watch (i got distracted lol) musings:

the WAY mark turns tong's head to side to kiss his neck is one of the hottest things to ever grace my retinas

i'm sorry but blood thirsty mark is so fine

tonkla really be dead to the world when he sleeps bc how could he not hear all of that commotion

aaahhhh i saw spoilers for the scene and was STILL unprepared

mark's face when he properly sees the drop of blood i-

and THE MOANING omg

did i ever tell yall anatomy and physiology was my favorite of all the sciences? the muscles contracting and relaxing…THE VIENS

the fact that the memory of tong's bloodied lip and fearful face are what seem to send mark over the edge??? ✨poetic cinema✨

i wonder...do mark's eyes glow every time he cums?

mark is never beating the lil meow meow allegations and tong is cutest most precious angel ever

if vampires were real and looked like mark i too would be offering up my carotid lol

people in love stink

shoutout to the spanish and korean subtitles for always holding me down with untranslated dialogue and/or text—thara's text reads "come see me immediately"

the ominous and unsettling soundtrack is truly not helping thara beat the secret villain allegations

creating a whole lesson plan just to be menace is crazy lol

watching again i can really see the toxic yaoi potential between nakan and tonkla

they did a really great job casting young tonkla

the way mark's face drops at tong's nonchalant quip about his morality ㅠㅠ

again that courtyard it's so freaking GORGEOUS

aaahhh mark wanted to kneel i see a proper proposal in the future

happy monthiversary beloveds :')

i've never wanted a candle more in my life RELEASE THE LINK GMMTV

the tomato cupcake topper was such a sweet touch fr

trying to distract the audience from the blatant fire hazard of a million candles propped up pon white sheets with gawin singing an acoustic version of closer was well played

joss' hands being so big that it translates to mark knocking those guys out with an semi open-handed fist is crazy lol

was it truly an accident or did nakan have miss nuan hit by a car?

the best lies for manipulation are the ones laced with a bit a truth and nakan has mastered the craft

i get where tonkla is coming from but he is literally doing the same thing—trusting nakan instead of tong

feeling abandoned and depressed? get hypnotized by a hot vampire today! free tattoo included with every session :D

gawd i love when actors ACT—joss and gawin really put their everything into that argument/confession scene

also the way joss is portraying mark's struggle to keep his bloodlust at bay??? ACTINGGGGG

tong was on a mission to get that d and i respect him for that

the leg was a ✨choice✨ and grateful to whoever who made it

their physical chemistry is INSANE

10/10 no notes

side note: gawin's costuming in the ever after mv is giving very much centuries old vampire so i hope that means vampire tong is in our future

[cas-backwards-tie]

I'm new to you page and wa wondering if you had discontinued the pack plan series as its brilliant:))

Ahhh, well, welcome! 💖🥰🫂 We’re so glad to have you here! I want to thank you for reaching out and asking 💕 I always appreciate asks! Even when they’re not related to my fics.

TOPP is definitely still in the works! And because you asked so nicely and cared to inquire, I feel like I owe it to all of you all to post a snippet of the next chapter! 🙌🏻 Because I definitely realize and know how long you guys have been waiting! I’ll post the snippet and then I also can give you an update about the fic/where I’m at, at the bottom.

Snippet of Ch.2:

"Why wouldn't you just tell us?!" Soap grits out, his voice taking on a dark tone as he turns his once sky blue, now stormy, eyes on you. "Do you realize what position you've gone and put us in?"

“Yeah, and what position’s that?” You engage, turning to square off against Johnny, the both of you only a foot apart since you’d been standing next to each other in line.

You’re met with a low warning growl, the motion of his hand balling up into a fist at his side not being missed by your peripheral vision. Despite your defiance not being unusual within the team, your designation now, is known, and an Omega standing up to an Alpha? Not taken kindly upon. Nor is it taken lightly. Regardless, they’re not your Alphas, and that means they have no claim over what you do or say. And while there’s always the risk of an Alpha disciplining an unruly, unclaimed Omega, you’re willing to take it.

"It's your fault, really," Ghost eggs on, making everyone whip their heads in his direction.

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[If you don’t know what this is in reference too, here’s the masterlist for the series in question!]

So the reason why I haven’t posted the chapter yet is for a few reasons 💕 One, from a writing standpoint this one is quite longer, and I want it to be amazing for you guys! When I was writing the first chapter I had a friend to help me with the dialogue (which is why I feel I really struggle) and rn I don’t, so I think I’ve been nervous about that a bit.

But also, because in my real life there’s been a lot of major changes recently. In September I found out that I have CIRS (Chronic Inflammatory Response Syndrome) which, is basically like mold sickness but, like, permanent. So I’ve been trying to find somewhere safe to move/detox from the mold w meds bc my body can’t on its own, and I’m actually just finally moving into my new apartment on Sunday! 💖🙌🏻 so that’s cool.

Besides that, I also got diagnosed with, like, idk, I guess it’s a disability, technically, and the fact that I’ve been struggling my whole life with it but never knew has been… kind of mind blowing tbh? Like I haven’t told anyone except one person about it—not even my best friends yet—bc it’s been a lot to work through since… I guess I’ve technically had this my whole life but only now know at 25? 😅🤯

So it’s been a lot of working on my health both physically, mentally, and with moving, my family, Christmas coming up, and trying to find a job/support myself even day-to-day, it’s been kind of taxing tbh balancing everything. And that’s not even mentioning the little social life I do have 😅😭🙈 So while I know it’s frustrating waiting, and I’m sorry that it’s taken so long, I do want to be open and tell you guys what’s going on behind the scenes 💕 Granted, I know not everyone necessarily cares, and that’s okay! If you did read all this, though, I appreciate you and hope you have an amazing day!

Your ask, though, Nonnie definitely is inspiring me to sit down and really finish the next two chapters bc I have both laid out- one nearly finished, the other will be shorter (I think?) because of the plot point it’s mostly about 💕 I will say though, too, it does make me a bit anxious not having had a whole plan for this fic unlike the others which I’ve sort of started writing with a whole plot in mind 😂🙈💖 so I just hope you guys will continue to love it ask much as you’ve loved the first chapter! I genuinely have never received as much love on a work than that one chapter, alone! So I am truly grateful 💖

[snuuyfanged]

me when . i wanna yap about eugene and sunny bc i'm thinking about them again and i like writing about them together bc i think more people should explore their dynamic since there's a lot to work with i feel but i don't feel like writing any of my list of one-shots ideas i have for them rn (...and also bc i need to finish up writing fine, great bc sighs i guess i'm almost done with that fic /lh)

...so of course i'm rambling about them on tumblr and making it everyone's problem . sorry i think about their friendship so much so i need to put my messy rambles in the tags

(cut under the read more since it Will be like a damn essay with how much i write lmao)

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i don't think i've made it any secret that eugene and sunny are my favourites from this game and like. i Do really love their individual characters obviously but honestly thinking about their dynamic (or at least. potential one pre-sunshine update bc there wasn't thaaat much) made me like them more tbh?

like. i think it's very interesting how landkeepers in general and eugene's feelings of emptiness and needing a purpose are meant to parallel one another, and the sunshine update pretty much indirectly confirmed that with the lore regarding landkeepers, to me at least. eugene's whole arc of finding purpose in creating the community garden, by putting good in the world instead of trying to force himself to fit a hero role placed upon himself by his own standards. landkeepers being ordinary people turned into mammon's vessels, their misery being taken advantage of and made only to serve one purpose. and then there's sunny, being someone who was forced into the role of being mammon's pawn, to be someone who someone else wanted her to be.

even if the circumstances are different, i think it's definitely worth looking into the fact that they both are forced to play roles that aren't them - and how they eventually grow past that with help, with eugene eventually opening up to the player leading up to the garden scene, and sunny becoming more confident in being sunny. and i don't know, it's just...very interesting to me that they have things in common there, and it's something that i think about even more now that sunny's a partner. because with her added dialogue, i don't think it's far-fetched to say that it's implied that she's the closest with kayleigh and eugene? after all, her 5 hearts cutscene directly names them, and she even has exclusive dialogue if you've romanced either of them. which...honestly makes sense, considering kayleigh and eugene are always in the cutscenes for sunny's initial quest, while any other partner you might bring is optional. and sunny's dialogue if you romance eugene, it's...actually pretty interesting to me?

for those who haven't seen it, this is it:

"You and Eugene are close, aren’t you? I thought so. Eugene is sure of himself in many ways, and not so much in others… I think you are someone who would help bring out the best in him. The two of you are a good pair, I believe…"

idk, it made me think a lot since...sunny directly calls attention to his struggles. but in the kayleigh romance exclusive dialogue, she doesn't - she comments on how she's happy that two of her friends are close, and mentions how having a bond like that sounds nice. but with eugene, she brings up his struggles, even if not naming them.

which i think about a lot, considering...how closely guarded eugene seems to be regarding those. it takes until his quest is complete for those insecurities to come to light, and for most, that fight is typically one of the last archangels you'll fight (...assuming you're playing the game normally. i did not play this game normally bc mammon was the 3rd archangel i fought iirc). it takes an archangel for him to finally let his guard down enough and talk about his insecurities, even if only for a little. and while yeah, i'm sure sunny might also just be observant about those sort of things, i think it...also kind of indirectly shows that there's definitely some level of trust that he's probably let his guard down around her enough to at least give her some sort of hint about that? if not just briefly talking about it with her.

and by that alone it's enough for me to think, "oh, they're probably close in some way then", but it makes me think more when it comes down to their history with one another while on new wirral. because until sunny stumbled into the cafe and got a makeover, they were pretty much enemies until then. which makes the potential dynamic between them very interesting to me, since there's more of a history there that's more personal - especially with sunny being confirmed to be one of the landkeepers eugene confronts in the beginning cutscene, and with landkeepers paralleling what eugene thinks about himself, with him being a hollow person and all. so their cafe interaction makes me think a lot about sunny's lines during it, particularly when she brings up how she's glad that they're friends now.

this isn't even getting into their one date cutscene, because there's...definitely a bit i can pull from with that too. or at least stuff i can pick out and make educated guesses on. even though i generally don't look at it considering i romance eugene on almost all of my saves lol

...but can i just say right off the bat that the fact that eugene probably was the one to ask her out on the date in the first place is crazy to me bc like. looks at him. looks at his romance route. i struggle to believe that /hj

that aside, i think the fact that they can go on a date if you don't romance eugene kind of...says something in of itself about the fact that they're close? idk. i know you don't need to be close in order to go on a date with someone, but i feel like with how eugene acts with romance in general (just. very nervous about it) and that sunny does outright call them friends, i don't think it's unreasonable to guess that they're pretty friendly with one another? also when considering that sunny did say she enjoyed the date, even if the outcome was a "i don't think i'm currently ready for this" thing. like i think with knowing what was given with eugene's romance route and the fact that sunny did agree in the first place, i want to assume that they're. definitely close to some degree by that point

all of this is to say, i really do like what's presented in-game with eugene and sunny's relationship and thinking about it more in-depth with the scenes given. there's something very interesting to me about exploring their relationship given their similarities and their history together, so i think i'm always gonna gravitate towards writing about them in my one-shots no matter what because of that, lol (...you can tell bc i think it's. quite literally my own fault that the eugene & sunny tag on ao3 is canonized now. bc i keep writing about them. the power of autism i guess). something about how they both were or felt empty, needed some form of purpose in their lives and was given that through the landkeepers in their own ways, but grew as people once they were given the chance to properly break away from that mold that was presented as the only option for themselves (or at least, with how eugene seemed to view his vigilante act with the landkeepers while he was stuck on new wirral).

i wanted to yap about these two, since. i don't see a lot of stuff about these two specifically that isn't from me yelling about them, lmao (wonderful reminder of my wof dragonslayer days, really /hj). and when i do see the rare thing it's usually about the date scene or shipping. which i personally don't care much for even if romantic sunny/eugene has grown on me a little bit (bc sunny and eugene will always be queerplatonic to me always and forever sorry). but also i just generally like seeing stuff about these two so i guess that doesn't matter too much atp lol

[apollodarling-writes]

Can you write a dialogue between Yandere High lord Rhysand from ACOTAR and male reader about after reader escaped and ran away from his wedding/mating ceremony and Rhysand catches reader agian maybe you could add smut of Rhys forces reader to accept the mating bound and then Rhysand goes through a feranzy and Reader going through heat. If it to much you don’t have too and I couldn’t see if your requests are open or not 😊❤️❤️❤️❤️

yan! high lord rhysand with a male! reader who ran away from their mating ceremony

cws : yandere themes, dubcon elements if you squint, forced mating bond, reader in heat (i hope i did this well enough), rhysand in a frenzy, kidnapping, mind-break implied, mean! rhysand, dom! rhys + sub! reader, toxic! rhys, reader whimpers, throatfucking, magic used to aid in a penile and anal stimulation, darkness used for added stimulation, idk the extent of rhysand's powers but i imagine he can do wtv the hell he wants, uhhh dacryphilia, overstim, possessive! rhys, kinda degradation??, the term pretty is used but its in a degrading way, he calls you little mate, spanking, handjob, ball-fondling??????, literal marking, mate marking, a little bit of blood bc of biting,

mdni !!

author note : this is my first time writing for an amab reader. if its not any good, im so so sorry. i did try really hard. idk much about amab anatomy or what it feels like so pls forgive me. i hope this was good and i hope it was what you were looking for!!

it was safe to say that rhysand was livid. after all that he’s done for you, he only asked that you accepted the mate bond, but you couldn’t even do that. a snarl tears through his lips as he orders his inner circle to immediately begin searching for you. feyre was long gone— he’d made sure to ship her back off to tamlin after he’d made a deal to use the cauldron to create a mating bond with you.

rhysand was sure that you knew. it was no wonder that you’d try to run from him, but he thought you knew better. this was supposed to be a special night for the two of you. you were supposed to go through with your part of the mating ceremony, the two of you would fuck on every surface of the home he had built for this purpose specifically, then he would announce you as his husband— his mate. but of course, you just had to be a brat.

rhysand tugged on the bond, a spike of fear being sent through from your end. he was silently glad that he hadn’t taught you everything he did feyre— he could enter your mind whenever he pleased without worrying about you shutting him out.

“i’ll find you, little mate. you can’t run from me forever.”

he makes sure to send a fraction of his rage through the bond before shutting it off completely. that’ll send you into a state of panic, make your movements sloppy, blah blah blah. it’ll be a piece of cake.

it doesn’t take long before azriel finds you. shit, azriel has been keeping his mate captive, so it’s no wonder he’d be so willing. rhysand is quick to winnow to your location — only a few miles from the border of the night court. you must've had help...

“hello, little mate.” rhysand purrs, fingers darting out to grip your collar. he watches with a sick pleasure as your eyes widen with fear, your hands desperately trying to claw his off of you; it was futile. rhysand winnows the two of you back to your home feeling his cock grow hard the more you struggle against his grip.

“if you want to be a brat, then i’ll fuck it out of you.” rhysand growls. “but first, you’ll make me something to eat.”

rhysand ushers you to the kitchen, his grip shifting to the back of your neck as he harshly pushes you forward. a cold chill runs down your spine as you make him something simple— you didn’t want to further incur his wrath. after plating it, rhysand quickly eats it, his gaze shifting to you.

even an idiot would realize that they’d fucked up royally. with the way rhysand’s gaze darkens, hungry and lustful in nature, your senses picking up on the pheromones he was subconsciously releasing. the scent of him was heavy-- citrus and sea numbing your mind as your body grows hot. your cock sits heavy in your pants, straining against the fabric as rhysand pounces on you, his wings encasing the two of you as he presses himself against you.

rhysand rocks his cock against yours once, twice, three times, before slipping his hand into your pants. his digits wrap around your length, smearing pearls of precum along your shaft as he strokes you. a whimper parts your lips and rhysand takes the opportunity to slot his lips against yours. his tongue is quick to claim the new territory, his free hand gripping your hip as he pulls away from you. with a wave of his hand, you stand bare before him, body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"on your knees, little mate." an unseen force followed by a metallic twang forces you to kneel before him, jaw slackening as far as your bone structure would allow. rhysand's dark eyes are blown wide as his clothing dissipates, his hand reaching down to cup the base of his manhood. it was unbelievably large-- based on his wingspan, you knew it would be above average, but this? it was monstrous. you briefly wonder if it would tear you in half.

rhysand slides the tip of his cock along your tongue, the magic swirling around you flattening the muscle in your stead, and one hand cups the back of your head as he bottoms out. tears spring from your eyes, the rough pads of the high lord's fingers gingerly brushing them away as he coos at you. "you can take it."

a gurgled protest on your end elicits a throaty groan from the man above you, his cock throbbing as he slowly thrusts in and out of your throat, a rippling pleasure taking over his senses. rhysand's pace gradually increases, drool dripping down your chin as he wields the darkness around you to prep your ass and stroke your length. the pain and pleasure of both send you into a frenzy-- the pathetic whimpers you release only stimulate your mate further.

"fuck... doin' so good for me, baby."

it doesn't take much for you to cum; the cool touch of his magic combined with the stimulation on your g-spot became too much, your body quickly becoming overstimulated.

"baby, im gonna cum." rhysand announces, his eyes screwing shut as his thrusting becomes more aggressive and powerful. "fuck, fuck-- keep crying for me. y'look so pretty."

rhysand's hips still, thick ropes of cum spilling down your throat as he roars in pleasure. his lips curl into a sneer as he directs his attention to you, and with another wave of his hand, you're bent over the counter. "d'ya think you'd ever escape me? i'm the most powerful high lord there has ever been, and will ever be. you will never, ever fucking escape me."

rhysand brings a heavy hand down on your ass over and over, stinging your flesh and forcing a sob from your throat. "i-i'm sorr-"

"i know you are. you're always sorry." he snarls, his thick cock slotting between your walls and slowly filling you to the brim. the darkness curls around your manhood once more, stroking it agonizingly slow as he speaks. "have you ever thought about how your actions make me feel? hm?"

your mate chuckles mirthlessly as you shake your head. "i know you don't-- because i've been blessed with a pitifully selfish mate."

rhysand suddenly begins thrusting into you at a harsh pace, the sensation bringing tears to your eyes as your fumble to grip onto something. you whine as your mate orders the darkness surrounding him to bind your hands behind your back, wrapping an arm around your midsection to hold you upright. "feel good, pretty boy?"

you babble in response, too overstimulated and fucked dumb to form a proper sentence, causing rhys to smirk victoriously. "do you think any other man in this world could fuck you as wonderfully as i do?"

all you can do is sob in response, coming undone beneath your furious lover. your seed spills to the flooring, your cockhead flushed an angry red as the tendrils continue their onslaught.

"rhys!" you cry. "'ts too much!"

"fucking take it. i know you can," he pants. "tonight is about me; i'll be gentle the rest of this month, but you've really pissed me off, little mate."

you feel your mind begin to slip at his words, melting into a pretty mush as he fills you up-- his hips never once stopping despite the growls he releases and the way his fingers dig into your flesh.

"that's it, pretty boy. give into the pleasure." rhys purrs, pressing your back to his chest and stroking your cock himself. his magic teasingly cups your balls, gently kneading the soft flesh and bringing you closer and closer to your next release. "cum f'me, baby. i know you can do it."

your mate's lips trail along your shoulder, nipping an sucking as if he were searching for a spot in particular. his teeth sink into an area on your throat that has you screaming in pleasure, your body tensing and twitching in his grasp as you release into his hand. "there we go, baby. wasn't so hard, was it?"

rhysand's tongue darts out to soothe the area, lapping at the blood that dribbles from the wound and staining his teeth crimson. he reaches his hand up, licking your cum off of his fingers, then presses tender kisses to your shoulder.

"now you can't leave me."

[werethecurtainsblue]

Re-reading ACOTAR with oomf as an experiment, but also as a conscious effort to try and critically analyse romantasy and engage with it. I have a few observations and opinions so far:

One of the biggest memes/gags around Feyre is that she’s handed on a plate a life of luxury with having to do nothing at all to earn it, and all she ever wants is to run away and go back to her life of suffering with her family who doesn’t love her.

But this actually makes sense and is completely in character for Feyre?

Feyre’s misbelief is rather clearly documented in the opening chapters, added lines for evidence (my annotations and highlights are very messy. I’m just not a very aesthetic person 😭)

What I gather of her misbelief: She believes she needs to provide for others — often at risk to her own life and dreams — to be remembered and loved.

What she actually wants: To be loved and accepted.

The subtext does some heavy lifting in the second dialogue. What she’s saying is that she doesn’t want to die alone. What she really means is that she wants someone to care enough to be by her side, even when she’s dying and helpless, and cannot be of use/provide for them. (Which she doesn’t believe Nesta or any of her family would do).

So for the question: Why doesn’t Feyre just enjoy her luxurious life and forget her simple/imporvished life back home — it’s because she’s still chasing love and acceptance, and this is the only way she knows how.

So with a strong and defined misbelief and want, why does Feyre still… fall flat? I mean, most of the people I know come out of ACOTAR loving Rhys the most, as opposed to the protagonist herself who most readers I see are ambivalent about.

Opinion: Feyre desperately lacks agency and direction for the first half of the book.

I mean this in the best way possible. She has no goals. Yes, I know what she fears. I know what she wants. I don’t know what she’s doing to achieve that.

Unless the character has a goal they’re extremely passionate about or desperate to achieve, and they are acting towards it — think Kaz’s grand revenge driven heists, Rhys’ self imposed villainy to protect his family, or Essun’s determination/desperation to save her daughter during an apocalypse — I have nothing to root for. It’s always the characters who are actively working towards something that are the most endearing.

She’s wandering the manor aimlessly. Painting, observing. Her defiance and stubbornness come across not as agency, but forced for the sake of conflict and tension, all while doing nothing to propel the plot or character forward. Plot happens around her, not due to her.

Characters who are stubborn to follow their goals no matter what — morally grey or otherwise — are endearing. Violet being stubborn in Fourth Wing made sense because she was desperate to prove herself, and actively improving herself. Classic underdog trope.

Characters who are stubborn for the sake of it are… grating.

Counter argument: Feyre had her one purpose — hunting and providing — stripped from her. Without that, she doesn’t know who she is or what she wants. She has no goals because she is in the process of finding herself.

Evidence, in the spirit of being fair to what SJM is trying to achieve here:

Again, rooted in her characterisation, and very reminiscent of the struggles a lot of older siblings go through after a life of bearing the burden of expectations and providing (ironic bc Feyre is the youngest).

But it just doesn’t make for a compelling character in isolation. I do not care enough about Feyre at this moment to root for her when she is lacking direction.

I want to see Feyre have agency. Make her own decisions independent of the men around her.

Anyways, this is as much me rambling as I read as it is analysis. I have some thoughts about Tamlin’s downfall and the foreshadowing regarding it. I’m still gathering evidence.

PS: I may very well change my opinion when I finish lol

[gayeddieagenda]

Hii! Ooo for the director’s cut thing, for Here’s my hand fic?? Unless you’d rather talk about one specific part!

fic director's commentary ask

thank u for asking! here's my hand, there's the itch is one of my fave fics i've written - i think kaitlin once said that it was the most e fic ever, which, true. i'm a sucker for fic about phone calls (emails, texts, whatever) - i love stories that take place at a distance. even before eddie in texas was real, i was obsessed w/ the idea.

i don't actually think i intended to write this fic! i had a couple other 'eddie-in-texas' fics in my drafts that were all a little longer and more involved and then i just ended up falling into writing this instead. i've talked a little about my drafting process before, but i write pretty severely out of order, so it's always interesting to go back and see what the very first thing i wrote was. for this one, the first two things i wrote were (pretty much verbatim) the dialogue that became “Sometimes, Buck. I think, with us. We know each other so well. We let each other get away with not talking about the things we really need to," and then the buck narration lines: "Want is a slow wave, with Eddie. Buck has been riding it for a long, long time."

those became some of my fave lines of the whole fic and it's so funny to me that they were also basically the very first things i wrote! writing--writing cohesively, writing full fics, getting more than just disconnected sentences to actually come together--can be such a struggle for me, but this fic was /easy/. u can tell from my google docs too: nearly every fic i write has, bare minimum, two google docs and a notes app. i start ideating in the notes app, i shift into a google doc when it gets serious, and then i open up a fresh doc for actual drafting from the beginning. here's my hand went straight from notes app -> final draft.

because it was really just went from idea to final, there's not a lot i ended up cutting. there was more in my initial outline about buck worrying about eddie that whole summer without chris. there was also more about how eddie's been flirting with buck for like 2 months, lmao. a part i reallyyyy liked and then cut was a moment where buck is like, should we be talking about this right now? bc it's been a rough summer. chris is about to come home. it freaks buck out, to try to step into something new between the two of them at a moment when it feels like soo much is going on. and eddie just kind of answered 'i'd like to.'

that's a beat ive been thinking a lot about trying to hit in some other fics i'm working on right now - when eddie ends up being the one to come to actually making a move between them more easily, and buck is the one who's scared or resistant. i think it makes a lot of sense for buck's character: he's scared of change! he's scared of loss. he's clearlyyyy putting up a lot of walls btwn himself and the depth of what he feels for eddie right now. it's a beat i want to circle back to, but it just didn't end up totally fitting here.

the last thing i'll say is that i'm sooo relieved when i get positive feedback on my convoluted-ass fics that jump around thru memories. i keep writing the same structure of fic - single scene (usually a get-together) that bounces back thru past moments or scenes between them leading up to this moment - and /i/ love it, but sometimes striking the balance between the present and flashbacks can be a little bit of a negotiation. but i literally love to write like that so i will not stop <3 <3 <3

[flownwrong]

one more writing tag game!

thank you @zmediaoutlet, really appreciate the tag! <333 i haven't written in a while due to questionable irl circumstances so it's nice to talk about it a bit, maybe claw my way back to the wips :)

1. How many works on AO3?

15! not great, not terrible

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

34,796 (a bit embarrassing for four years of intermittent writing, lol)

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos?

double exposure (no wonder, an event fic with marvellous @tgtbata's art!)

any weight beyond your own (i think it was also some kind of event? but i'm too scared to open it and check haha; first real attempt at a fic after some teenage dabbling, really)

never really opting in (huh! how did it end up so high?)

perpetuum mobile (which i'm quite proud of, so yays!)

and you shall receive (which i'm just as proud of, double yays!)

4. What fandoms do you write for?

mmm, due south and spn are the top two by count, but i dunno when any spn stuff i have is getting finished! (hopefully when and not if is applicable here haha)

i also have one fic for MASH, True Detective and Star Trek Discovery (oh god lol) each. if i'm brave enough, one day my other TD wip is getting finished, but after that I'm done with it — i feel too reverent of the canon, lol.

5. Do you respond to comments?

always! how could i not <3 appreciate every one!

6. Angstiest Ending?

mmm. I don't really have any of those, although I do have an almost finished resdogs fic up next that would have one, necessitated by canon. out of those I have, it's probably hold till better times, per the unrequited premise. tallahassee, cynosure and over / for technically fit the definition, but they're all too short to have endings per se, and all of them are inevitably hopeful, again, per the following canon, so.

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

perpetuum mobile probably has the most syrupy sweet one, as do all of my other due south non-ficlets, but i'd argue negating, repeating is the happiest of them all in spirit — newsom's namesake song didn't lie about that joy of life!

8. Do you get hate?

i'm not known enough for it, which is a situation i'm very content with!

9. Do you write smut?

i try my best!

10. Do you write crossovers?

i have one in the works i'm pretty excited about, but usually they're very hard to justify for me :)

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

as with hate — not known enough for it, and pleased with that :)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, but i hope it's yet :) i'd be delirious with excitement if that ever happened!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

nope, and it's hard to imagine how that would work... but i would love to try, if there was a writer in the circle i trust who's not my superior by a million points :')

14. All time favourite ship?

um, Fraser/Kowalski, i think! can't help thinking I'm still too young to know, lol. but fairly sure these two will haunt me the longest.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

all of them, lol most of my unfinished wips are this way bc i realised i lack skill to finish them, not because i lost interest, even if i stepped away from a fandom. i look at them longingly often enough and try to practice so i can come back :) but no, that one red meat coda i started early into my spn obsession is likely staying that way or at least becoming a ship of theseus bc the idea was shit.

16. Writing Strengths?

uh. voices, probably? i'm not too satisfied with them, but it's what i feel most confident about, anyway. kind @petymology told me my romance and sex dynamics never feel like they're retreading same old steps and feel complex, and many other kind people told me my prose is very sharp at times, so i choose to believe that as well :)

17. Writing Weaknesses?

plot, but also many many other things i lack practice for. i struggle with scene/summary balance, rhythm, flow and pacing, dialogue, fleshing out images... but i think i am getting better at most of these with every work :)

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

love when it comes up meaningfully! if i ever have a reason to use german in fic, i could probably do it believably. i think.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

jesus... sailor moon? i think? i lost my old hard drive and can't check if there was something else i forgot!

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

as z said before me, usually the most recent one. otherwise, it's a draw between negating, repeating and and you shall receive — both i stumbled into by pure inspiration which held back my insecurities and allowed me to give them my all.

i'd love to hear more from @gueule, @petymology, @rightspocko (or did you do this one already? idr!), @feroxargentea and @redmyeyes!

[aspd-culture]

What's a good way to maintain a relationship with someone who isn't readily manipulated by me? I like other traits and would prefer to not give up at this time but when I want her to do something and she won't do it, I either feel angry or lose interest in her. She isn't actually being disrespectful or anything, but it feels like she is as she just seems to kind of see through me and typically sticks to boundaries instead of doing what I want. Driving me crazy.

I'll note that, as much as I am trying to be neutral here, this question was somewhat triggering (nothing bad to you anon! just something I've dealt with multiple times personally). Therefore I may come off harsh despite that not being my intention. I have nothing against anon, as this type of thing is common for pwASPD to struggle with. However, this is one of the symptoms that does need to be worked on to be able to engage in healthy ways with other people.

Any advice I can give here is going to fall in one of two categories: respect her boundaries, or separate from her. I understand that sounds harsh, but it is just what it is if you take out the tips. I'm trying to get ahead of that so you're aware of it and don't feel tricked by the post. Now I have more details for that on how to make it easier on a person with ASPD, but that is what these are going to boil down to. I am not willing to encourage someone to break boundaries, nor to stop someone from setting boundaries. Intentionally trying to manipulate someone to get around their boundaries is abuse regardless of the nature of your relationship - familial, platonic, romantic, etc. - and I've been the victim of this too many times to allow for that to be condoned here. I know it's hard to unlearn that type of thing but it's just something that you have to do. One way or another, she deserves to have boundaries respected and to have autonomy. When we say "manipulation is not always bad" here, I am very distinctly referring to ways that are not harmful and not directly fighting the will of the person being manipulated. Getting someone to throw something out for me bc they like that I flirt with them in high school is not a harmful type of manipulation - until and unless they directly set a boundary around that behavior. At that point, continuing is not acceptable and while it took me time to learn that, I recognize now that that was a very important part of the journey to being a safe person to be around.

So, that said -

If you want to remain in her life, you'll need to learn to be comfortable with her boundaries. I'd recommend having some sort of communication where you are aware of the full list of boundaries that she has at the moment. That kind of an open dialogue is a tad awkward, but is a very reasonable accommodation to ask for. The reason I say this is that one big part of pwASPD's struggles with others' boundaries is more heat of the moment, or at least is worsened by the heat of the moment. Being told "I can't accept you doing this/I'm not willing to do this" outside of the context of a situation where it's actually happening can make it easier to avoid the frustration when you're actually in the situation where you want what the boundary does not allow. If you know in advance, for example, that your partner doesn't like to go to parties then it may be easier and less upsetting when you hear about a party you'd like to take them to and are aware that they will say no. In essence, this lets us say no to ourselves vs having someone else say no to us and that tends to give enough control in the situation back into our hands that we feel safe and our symptoms aren't triggered - or at least are less so. This is also a good time for you to hear all the boundaries and truly get a grasp on how you feel about continuing to be in her life considering them. Walking away from any type of relationship on the basis that your boundaries aren't compatible is a good and healthy choice, even if the person tries to convince you you're being sh*tty by not accepting all of them. At the end of the day, removing yourself from a situation with boundaries you cannot accept is, in itself, respecting those boundaries.

It's important to note, though, that these boundaries likely will not be the only boundaries this person has for the rest of however long you two are in each other's lives/for the rest of your lives. This does *not* mean you should stick around expecting boundaries to disappear or loosen, because that's not how that works. You should, however, prepare yourself and be aware of the fact that a new boundary may be set at any time, or that those boundaries may change to fit new situations you weren't expecting them to. No one is bound to only stick to the list of boundaries they've told you about as they originally defined them, so a part of this conversation may be you expressing that you need direct communication to inform you about changes in boundaries in the future.

If you can't respect her boundaries for any reason, then unfortunately all I can say is that you need to remove yourself because that's really the only healthy decision that can be made in that circumstance. Depending on the nature of your relationship, there may be ways to do this that don't involve losing her entirely (for example, if you two are dating and the boundaries you're struggling with her upholding aren't applicable in the nature of a friendship, then if she wants you guys could continue to stay friends), or it may be a matter where that's not possible or isn't what one or both of you want. That'll be something to discuss amongst the two of you.

Plain text below the cut:

I'll note that, as much as I am trying to be neutral here, this question was somewhat triggering (nothing bad to you anon! just something I've dealt with multiple times personally). Therefore I may come off harsh despite that not being my intention. I have nothing against anon, as this type of thing is common for pwASPD to struggle with. However, this is one of the symptoms that does need to be worked on to be able to engage in healthy ways with other people.

Any advice I can give here is going to fall in one of two categories: respect her boundaries, or separate from her. I understand that sounds harsh, but it is just what it is if you take out the tips. I'm trying to get ahead of that so you're aware of it and don't feel tricked by the post. Now I have more details for that on how to make it easier on a person with ASPD, but that is what these are going to boil down to. I am not willing to encourage someone to break boundaries, nor to stop someone from setting boundaries. Intentionally trying to manipulate someone to get around their boundaries is abuse regardless of the nature of your relationship - familial, platonic, romantic, etc. - and I've been the victim of this too many times to allow for that to be condoned here. I know it's hard to unlearn that type of thing but it's just something that you have to do. One way or another, she deserves to have boundaries respected and to have autonomy. When we say "manipulation is not always bad" here, I am very distinctly referring to ways that are not harmful and not directly fighting the will of the person being manipulated. Getting someone to throw something out for me bc they like that I flirt with them in high school is not a harmful type of manipulation - until and unless they directly set a boundary around that behavior. At that point, continuing is not acceptable and while it took me time to learn that, I recognize now that that was a very important part of the journey to being a safe person to be around.

So, that said -

If you want to remain in her life, you'll need to learn to be comfortable with her boundaries. I'd recommend having some sort of communication where you are aware of the full list of boundaries that she has at the moment. That kind of an open dialogue is a tad awkward, but is a very reasonable accommodation to ask for. The reason I say this is that one big part of pwASPD's struggles with others' boundaries is more heat of the moment, or at least is worsened by the heat of the moment. Being told "I can't accept you doing this/I'm not willing to do this" outside of the context of a situation where it's actually happening can make it easier to avoid the frustration when you're actually in the situation where you want what the boundary does not allow. If you know in advance, for example, that your partner doesn't like to go to parties then it may be easier and less upsetting when you hear about a party you'd like to take them to and are aware that they will say no. In essence, this lets us say no to ourselves vs having someone else say no to us and that tends to give enough control in the situation back into our hands that we feel safe and our symptoms aren't triggered - or at least are less so. This is also a good time for you to hear all the boundaries and truly get a grasp on how you feel about continuing to be in her life considering them. Walking away from any type of relationship on the basis that your boundaries aren't compatible is a good and healthy choice, even if the person tries to convince you you're being sh*tty by not accepting all of them. At the end of the day, removing yourself from a situation with boundaries you cannot accept is, in itself, respecting those boundaries.

It's important to note, though, that these boundaries likely will not be the only boundaries this person has for the rest of however long you two are in each other's lives/for the rest of your lives. This does *not* mean you should stick around expecting boundaries to disappear or loosen, because that's not how that works. You should, however, prepare yourself and be aware of the fact that a new boundary may be set at any time, or that those boundaries may change to fit new situations you weren't expecting them to. No one is bound to only stick to the list of boundaries they've told you about as they originally defined them, so a part of this conversation may be you expressing that you need direct communication to inform you about changes in boundaries in the future.

If you can't respect her boundaries for any reason, then unfortunately all I can say is that you need to remove yourself because that's really the only healthy decision that can be made in that circumstance. Depending on the nature of your relationship, there may be ways to do this that don't involve losing her entirely (for example, if you two are dating and the boundaries you're struggling with her upholding aren't applicable in the nature of a friendship, then if she wants you guys could continue to stay friends), or it may be a matter where that's not possible or isn't what one or both of you want. That'll be something to discuss amongst the two of you.

[bonesandthebees]

Hi Bee!

I really admire your work and I'm currently attempting to write my own fic, and I'd love to have some advice on writing stuff.

1) Do you have any tips for writing the beginning of a fic? I cannot figure out how to start writing with a decent sentence. It all falls apart when my fingers go on the keyboard.

2) Do you have any tips for pacing/plot/outlining? I still have barely figured out what pacing is, because I cannot tell when authors are like "oh I don't like this because I rushed the pacing". I literally can't tell most of the time, unless there is not any space to breathe between things that happen.

3) Do you have tips for writing surroundings and the parts of the paragraph that aren't dialogue? Like. How do I naturally fit the description of the area into the fic? And how do I naturally fit extra commentary into a paragraph that has dialogue in it, especially when it isn't the pov character's dialogue?

Again, adore your writing. I feel kind of awkward since I've never done an ask before; idk if there's some kind of etiquette.

Hope you're doing well!

-Royal :)

hi sorry it's taken me a bit to answer this one! I'm more than happy to give some advice!

okay so first off, writing the first line of a fic is borderline torture sometimes. it's so fucking hard. to me though it's kind of like jumping into a cold pool. you can stare at the water thinking about how cold it's going to be and how unsure you are, but then at some point you have to bend your legs and jump before you can overthink it or else you'll never do it. you have to just put something down for the first line.

one method I like employing when I'm really struggling is starting with a line of dialogue. it instantly throws the reader into the scene as they have to try and find out who is talking, what they are talking about, and where everyone is. an example where I used this is in the stars and their children, which opens with a line from tommy "Hey Wil, can you hand me the epli?" this tells us multiple things right off the bat. it establishes a character present in the scene (Wil) and that there's something different about this world from ours (epli—it makes the reader want to know what it is and why it's being handed to the character speaking)

other times I try to either start with a line that describes the setting ("The streets were crowded at this time of day." - everything else has gone wrong), or start with a line that describes the emotions of the pov character ("Lessons were the most unbearable in the afternoon." - under the hanging rose). basically, you're trying to find a way to throw the reader into the scene in one line. it's difficult, but try any of those angles and hopefully you'll think of something that fits. but again, it's jumping into a cold pool. you just have to put something down so you can start. you can always go back and change it later

okay putting the other two under a read more bc it got long

2. okay now pacing. that's a bit more difficult to help with because a lot of pacing is just getting a feel for it. one way is to just think about it logically. say you have two characters that start as strangers and you want to get them to be best friends. you can show them meeting for the first time, but then you often have to show them bonding before they can reach best friend status. there's pacing here both in the literal world of the story, but also in the text itself. you don't want to write them hanging out for a few hours and suddenly decide they're best friends (although ofc there are exceptions to this like if they're little kids bc, well, that is a thing little kids do where they'll declare a kid they just met their best friend), nor do you want to write them meeting for the first time, write a line saying "they hung out every day for the next three weeks until they were best friends" and then just act as though they're besties (again, there are exceptions to this in specific cases). it just feels weird yknow? It doesn't get the reader invested in this relationship because it doesn't feel like it's been earned. it's a similar thing with plot beats. you have to make it feel natural both in the world of the story itself, but also the timing with which you tell the story. like I said though, pacing is really something you just get the hang of naturally with practice. reading published novels will help as well because it'll help you get a sense of what good pacing feels like.

3. ohhhh you've hit a specific issue I had a lot when I was younger. when you have a dialogue scene going on there's a lot of ways you can balance the text outside the dialogue. ofc if the dialogue is going by at rapid speed, you can straight up just do the dialogue lines and you don't even have to specify who's talking if it's clear within the text

Ex:

"You can't come to my nuclear reactor, Tommy," Tubbo sighed.

Tommy scowled. "What the fuck? Why not?"

"Knowing you you'd find a way to cause a nuclear meltdown."

"Would not."

"Would to."

"Would not."

"Would to!"

"So what, you're a bitch who can't handle a little radiation?"

"Oh for fuck's sake-"

see how after the first two lines of dialogue where I established who is talking in which order, I stop using the tags all together? it's still clear who is talking because the dialogue is ping ponging back and forth. it's a fast-paced conversation, so cutting out the tags helps that effect.

but of course this is only the case in a few instances. most of the time, you do need lines outside dialogue not only to establish who is talking, but also to keep the characters present in the scene itself.

you have several options for what to include outside your dialogue. one of my go to's is always character actions.

"Don't you have one of those swimming pools you keep the nuclear shit in?" Tommy asked, leaning against the wall.

Tubbo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes but before you ask, no, you can't go swimming in it."

there we include the action of tommy leaning against a wall after he asks the question, which is followed by tubbo pinching the bridge of his nose. this lets the reader see exactly what each character is doing, which can also establish the emotions each character is feeling without saying them outright. tommy is comfortable enough with tubbo to annoy him with his questions, which we see by him casually leaning against the wall. tubbo, meanwhile, is annoyed just like tommy wants, which we see by him pinching the bridge of his nose.

characters sitting down, standing up, wringing their hands in front of them, folding their arms over their chest, shrugging, curling their hands into fists, etc. are all examples of character actions you can include to give the reader the ability to picture the scene more accurately

then of course you have thought process and scenery description you can include as well. thought process is just including what your pov character is thinking as the conversation progresses.

"Yes but before you ask, no, you can't go swimming in it."

Tommy huffed and folded his arms over his chest. Tubbo was so fucking boring these days with his 'safety rules'. He'd nearly been nuked before and was fine! A little radiation wasn't going to hurt him.

that right there is a glimpse into what's going on in tommy's head at that moment. he's frustrated with his friend because he thinks he'd be fine swimming in the nuclear pool. it gives us more insight into the pov character and how they're reacting to the conversation at hand.

then for scenery description:

Silence fell over them as Tommy glared at Tubbo. Tubbo glared back, refusing to budge. Around them, the snow coating the ground glittered in the afternoon sunlight. Clouds of breath puffed in front of Tommy's face. An icy breeze wound between the buildings, making goosebumps rise along his arms. He tugged his sleeves down, still not breaking eye contact with his friend.

the conversation falls silent for a moment, so we take a moment to step back from the two characters. we look at the setting around us, which emphasizes the pause in dialogue and makes it feel quiet even to us as the readers. you don't have to restrict your scenery description to moments where a conversation takes a pause, but taking a step back gives a sense of a 'silence' to the reader even if it's brief. another example of this could be,

"Don't bullshit me, Tubbo. Why won't you let me see it?" Tommy asked after several long beats.

Clenching his jaw, Tubbo's eyes flickered to the ground. The snow beneath their boots was muddied. Tommy spotted a dead worm frozen against the hard earth.

Then, Tommy understood.

"You don't trust me anymore."

now let's see this a different way

"Don't bullshit me, Tubbo. Why won't you let me see it?" Tommy asked after several long beats. "You don't trust me anymore."

see how without all that extra description the pause feels much shorter? and with that shorter pause the weight of Tommy's next sentence loses it's emotional impact?

if you want to add scenery description to a dialogue exchange, imagine it like it's a movie. you have two characters that are talking, and suddenly the camera pans away from them to look at the setting around them. why does it do that? what effect does it have on the scene playing out? your words are the camera zooming in and out on the characters. there are a lot of ways you can use this 'camera' to change the rhythm/flow of a scene. you just have to play around with it to figure out how to use it

I hope that's helpful!

[bitbybitwrites]

10 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks to @littlemisskittentoes for the tag! 💖

How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently about 33

What's your total AO3 word count?

242,488

What fandoms do you write for?

Presently Klaine/Glee and FirstPrince/Red White and Royal Blue

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to - though I'm horribly behind in doing so. I read every one and appreciate all of them. It does take me a while to get back to everyone.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge - if anyone finds out, let me know!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not at the moment.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

That's a loaded question - to ask to pick one. So I'll cheat and say both Klaine and FirstPrince are pretty dear to my heart.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I think. Definitely angst if I go by some of my commenters!

What are your writing weaknesses?

Sticking to deadlines. Working on getting the smut better - that's always a struggle. Getting a good balance between dialogue and action.

First fandom you wrote for?

Like write and shared with the general reading public? - Klaine Though growing up I had OCs, dialogue and scenes I crafted in my head for some of my favorite shows ( animated and live action) - wish I wrote them all down! I guess I was in a way writing fan fic in my head way back then too! 😂

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@heartsmadeofbooks @kirakiwiwrites, @taste-thewaste , @wordsofhoneydew , @little-escapist

@14carrotghoul @duchessdepolignaca03, @little-escapist @hkvoyage @madas-ahatters-world

@rockitmans @wowbright @daisyishedwig @annepi-blog @forabeatofadrum

@coffeegleek @itsmaybitheway @iboatedhere @sophie1973 @special-bc-ur-part-of-it

And open tag if you see this and want to join in.

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

hiii fang i was wondering if u have any notes on megumi’s characterization, the kind of stuff u keep in mind while writing him? i love him dearly but he’s so hard for me to write accurately and i do not know why! thanku

i think it is important to rmb that megumis parallel is not getou but gojo in terms of who he mirrors in the story

im not that confident in my characterization of him!! in general, outwardly - megumi struggles with being emotionally open. contrarily he is very upright in his beliefs to the point of being stubborn. when writing him in dialogue and action, megumi is not very dishonest but he will refuse to answer or dodge questions he doesn't want to. he never lies but he will skirt around it

megumi is someone who is silently bearing a burden that i think frequently goes overlooked also!! he is the only one of his friends who is truly familiar with the grimness of the jjk world and that causes him to instinctively be guarded. nobara and yuuji manage 2 get past that bc they are so innocent and extroverted but this is part of why he is so distant with gojo despite caring about him as much as he does.

megumi also has a lot of distrust for authority lol and i think its relevant to mention. he is VERY obstinate and does not like being told what to do.

megumis main thing is trying to remedy the things he has seen so often in sorcery with his own beliefs. he doesn't see sorcerer as something the noble do and is able to recognize it for what it is and do his best in relation 2 that.

he cares for the people in his life Very Deeply but that care and that emotion tend to be the main source of his troubles and worries dfgldk

he is just like. fiercely loyal and very very protective while also covering up his mushy feelings with a -_- face. but he cares a lot and he tends to be more honest than not. sometimes to the point of bluntness. he is a bit complicated and i usually just write him based on vibes jdksfsldk

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Wanted to make a post going over smth I feel not enough ppl talk about

These two. I love them so much

And for a particular reason

I was playing Dream Team again earlier today. I was getting the Ultibed Piece from Mushrise Park, and was at the end of the segment, when Brickle started going over his life story before he got his job, stuff about him being in a really rough spot in life

As the cutscene faded back from black, the story being used for comedic effect… this particular piece of dialogue caught my eye

For context: Some friends and I had the idea that Brickle and Britta either used to be a couple, or Brickle was trying to get with her… this dialogue made me lose it

What I thought was just a funny bit… ended up having a chance at actually being canon

I called up a friend, who was also in on the bit (@luigiman64), and brought the suspicions to his attention. He wasn’t sure about the idea, but the connections between them seemed too intentional to me

Dozing Sands is southeast of Mushrise Park, and they’re also connected lands. After you’re done with Mushrise Park for the first time, you go to Dozing Sands. Britta and Brickle’s designs also go together, Brickle wearing blue and Britta wearing pink (mentioned by another friend of mine, @blueshidx)

Despite Luigiman’s suspicions against the idea of two actually being a couple, I convinced him to see if Britta had any dialogue possibly referring to Brickle, like Brickle does for (supposedly, likely) Britta

Below are some screenshots of the opening scene for the second time you go to Dozing Sands

(Had to leave a bit out bc of the pic limit… but you get the gist)

My friend came to the conclusion that Britta was projecting here… at some point, Brickle and Britta had this exact conversion

The verdict was this: Brickle and Britta were a couple before the events of Dream Team. Britta was actually a nice person to be around then… but Brickle was not a very good worker, always lazing about

Britta constantly had to do work that Brickle could’ve easily done. Brickle struggled with work that he should’ve been able to do. Over time, Britta grew more and more frustrated over Brickle’s behavior… until she eventually snapped

Britta yelled at Brickle, saying that he simply couldn’t “man up” and she broke ties with him… after some time, Brickle got a job on Pi’illo Island, hoping that if he could improve, he could show Britta the work he’s done and she’d would come back to him

On the flip side, when Britta also got a job on the island, she projected her anger onto those who she felt weren’t doing their job right… she knows it doesn’t work though, and that she needs to fix it… but is simply incapable of such

This may be more of a headcanon for me… but regardless, it is still a very tragic story that I feel not enough ppl really discuss

Brickle and Britta need more fans Imo

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Hiii I love the unconventional approach you’re taking with their relationship in Cardinal sins! I reread ARS recently and read Cardinal after and it really flows together 👏🥰 I can’t wait for them to kiss and makeup though 😙

Are we aloud to ask about your writing process or behind the scenes info? I’d love to hear your favorite parts about writing ((or least favorite)) and maybe a behind the scenes of Cardinal sins so far!

ANON MY HEARRTTT sorry for sitting on this ask for a literal month- just wanted to make sure i answered everything! I was super self-conscious about posting CS in the first place bc of the conflict i wanted to portray between them. I really didn't want it to be like 'we all love each other and have no issues anymore bc we're together finally' because that's just not realistic with 3 very different personalities like they have! the kissing and forgiveness will come throughout the next few chapters as bigger threats present themselves :p

yes! definitely willing to talk about my writing process. dialogue always comes really easily to me (except in some scenes of parent teacher conferences and scenes with Lian for some reason) as hard as it is to believe (or maybe not!!) smut is very hard for me to write tbh like it either comes easy in a chapter or it doesn't but more often than not, it's the last thing i need to write in chapters that include it (aka rn with parent teacher conferences opps)

behind the scenes / CS spoilers

as i mentioned above, i wanted their relationship to be tumultuous to an extent as that's how it'd been in ARS but in CS you can tell they're trying to change for the better (think coping mechanisms, opening up to each other... etc) while they learn how best to support each other as lovers in a poly relationship

throughout, there is romance, but it honestly becomes a subplot which I kinda liked!

originally, reader actually was going to be pregnant but i decided against it bc i really wanted to show cardinal in the field and as her own person. i felt like it would've done her a disservice to have her be introduced into the field and taken out of it before she even had a chance to kick ass as cardinal

roy- i didn't want his challenges w substance abuse just to happen in ars and then never mentioned again. it's really core to how much he's grown and a shifting point in his character in ars and i wanted to continue to show that journey as he grows older but still deals with the some of the same struggles + the different approaches he takes bc of his growth. also, how to make him not an accessory to cardinal and hood / comic relief as i tried to do in ARS :D

jason- no one butts heads (lol butt head) like Jason and reader!! i love how crazy their realtionship can get bc they see themselves as so different, when honestly they're more similar than not. Jason plays a big role in CS as he represents the opposite views of Bruce and, coincidentally, the opposite views of reader on Joker (how they coexist / can those opposite views coexist and for how long?) + his views on the Bat Family and how Bruce treats them vs reader's idolized version of Bruce as a dad. redemption vs unredeemable is a huge theme Jason helps push forward in the sequel :p (also repentance and sins!)

cardinal- consistently has dealt with 'what is family/ who is family to her' and that continues in CS. Bruce is someone she looks up to and has said she considers a father. she still holds bruce on this pedestal and and how it contrasts with the warnings Jason's given her about Bruce- I really wanted to work with this angle throughout the rest of the fic. alsooo reader as a mom to Lian and her not wanting to fuck up like her parents did

i can go on more! lmk anything you'd like to know about ARS/ CS or if you have any questions about the above! asks like this make me so happy bc it gives me a chance to talk literary elements like a nerd lol