#my average fic length on ao3 is 3.5k

[i-am-bitterly-jittery]

Every time I open my ODD doc I look at the word count and wonder how I got here

[mostlyvoidpartiallysass]

Saw a post about Ao3 wrapped.

Dont have the patience for doing it in full but my history from Jan 1st to today is 75 pages+8 works on page 76.

With variations in tag and summary length lets say that averages 15 works a page.

That's roughly 1 133 works in the last 11 months.

If we say there's a rough average of 3.5k words a fic (very rough, I usually don't read drabbles under 500 and I often read works 10k or more)

That's 3,965,500 words. Thats an incredibly rough average.

Not including, to my understanding of how Ao3 history works, fics Ive read multiple times, of which there at several hundred.

I should get a new hobby, possibly.

(Also Shadowhunters, The Sandman, and a few random others peppered in.)

[stardust-falling]

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Overall so far, the revised edition has gained around 5k words, with average chapter length going from around 3.5k to just under 5k, and I think quite a lot of improvements have been made!

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[softlyoongi]

all i want (is you)

Summary: “So do your work while I take care of you,” Jimin purred like it was the easiest answer in the entire world. Like he was slowly spelling it out and Yoongi was too distracted to understand what was going on. Which was the truth, honestly.

Then, to make matters one hundred times worse, he grinded down on Yoongi’s cock like his life depended on it.

Pairing: yoonmin Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: coming untouched, porn without plot, slight degradation, teasing, overstimulation A/N: I don't know where this came from! I just wanted to write a fic about cock warming and this came out. I hope you guys enjoy it! My Twitter Account

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Yoongi didn’t notice Jimin was in his studio until he was literally dropping down onto his lap.

His eyes burned from staring at the monitor for too long, his fingers were beginning to cramp after hours of gripping the mouse, and his jaw was aching from clenching it in concentration. How long had it been? Nine, ten hours, maybe? He’d gotten there at around noon, and it was already close to ten at night, the daylight bleeding into darkness and his mind running blank except for the track he was working on.

He had a deadline, one that happened to be fast approaching in two days. He’d procrastinated until last minute, so it was technically his fault, but inspiration hadn’t hit, and Yoongi hated trying to force creativity. Every time he tried, he ended up hating what he made, and he couldn’t do that for this track. No, not for this album, not after Bangtan’s popularity had risen considerably since the last album. He had to make it good, one of the best songs he’d ever produced.

He was so into the music, adjusting the sound of the bass through the speakers, when something hard and heavy dropped into his lap. And if that wasn’t worse enough, suddenly his headphones were being removed from his head, placed onto the desk in front of him.

Once his eyes adjusted and his mind was able to focus on something that wasn’t music, he blinked and made eye contact with the man who’d plopped himself into his lap like a sack of potatoes.

“Jimin-ah?” Yoongi mumbled, voice scratchy from misuse. He cleared his throat, reached across Jimin’s body to grab his water bottle and took a long sip. “What are you doing?”

Jimin pouted, his lips tinged pink and shiny like he’d just applied lip balm. His eyes were droopy and there was smudged eyeliner under his eyes. His blond hair was damp, like he’d just gotten out of the shower and had forgotten to clean off his makeup. “You’ve been gone for so long,” he whined. “Am I not allowed to check in on you?”

He clenched his fingers in Yoongi’s shirt, his thumbs brushing against Yoongi’s collarbones. Goosebumps rose on his arms at the soft, warm touch of Jimin’s tiny hands.

“You’re allowed to,” Yoongi replied, leaning his head back against the headrest of his chair. He closed his eyes, trying to lessen the feeling of his eyes wanting to roll out of his head. “You know I like when you come visit me. I’m just busy with the deadline, is all.”

“Stressed?”

Yoongi hummed in agreement, nearly purring when Jimin started to run his fingers through his hair. Jimin knew how much he loved that, how it made his bones turn to putty and his mind go blissfully blank. He reached out and grasped onto Jimin’s hips, sighing gratefully.

“I can help, hyung. Let me help.” His voice was a low whisper, his fingers rubbing circles into Yoongi’s skin. When Yoongi opened his eyes, he saw the dark expression on his face, the way he looked like he wanted to devour him whole.

It made something in Yoongi’s heart stutter, even though this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Jimin had a horrible habit of coming to Yoongi’s studio when he was taking too long, trying to make Yoongi less stressed by touching him and making him feel good.

Most of the time, it worked. But-

“I have to work, Jiminie,” Yoongi sighed, squeezing Jimin’s hips in a comforting way. “I have a deadline and I’m not close to being done yet.”

Jimin hummed. He trailed his fingers down Yoongi’s chest to his stomach until he reached the hem of his shirt. His fingertips slid under the material, softly touching his skin, and the caress burned like it was igniting something deep inside Yoongi. “When has that ever stopped you before, hyung?” Jimin asked sweetly.

He leaned closer until his nose was brushing against Yoongi’s. Yoongi could feel his breath fanning across his face, the way his eyes were sparkling with lust and mischief. This was probably his favorite Jimin, the Jimin that only he got to see behind the scenes. The Jimin with smudged eyeliner and damp hair and glossy lips that were ready to take Yoongi apart in any way he possibly could.

“Jiminie-“ Yoongi whispered out, strangled, but he couldn’t say anything else.

When Jimin pressed their lips together, he gasped like he was taking his first breath of air. He tasted sweet, like strawberry lip balm and summer nights, like he’d walked all the way the way to the company building. He kissed like they’d been doing it for years, like he couldn’t think of anything else to be doing right then. And it was true, how they had been doing it for years, yet somehow he still wasn’t tired of kissing Yoongi.

His lips were so soft, his tongue licking into Yoongi’s mouth. He knew exactly what he wanted, how he wanted it, and Yoongi had always been a weak man. He let Jimin explore his mouth, tilting his head to better the angle, and succumbed to the feeling of Jimin’s body tight against his.

Jimin was straddling him, his thick thighs on either side of Yoongi’s, his hands running through Yoongi’s hair. He broke away to press kisses down Yoongi’s neck, nosing at his jawline. “So pretty, hyung,” Jimin whispered into his skin. “Let me take care of you.”

“The deadline,” Yoongi gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. He tried to think against the fog in his brain, but all he could feel and think was Jimin, Jimin, Jimin.

“So do your work while I take care of you,” Jimin purred like it was the easiest answer in the entire world. Like he was slowly spelling it out and Yoongi was too distracted to understand what was going on. Which was the truth, honestly.

Then, to make matters one hundred times worse, he grinded down on Yoongi’s cock like his life depended on it.

A spark shot through Yoongi’s spine, electrifying his entire body, and he gasped, burying his face into Jimin’s neck. “Jiminie,” Yoongi rasped out, gripping Jimin’s hips so hard that he was sure it would leave red marks later. With each movement of Jimin’s clothed cock against his, he could feel himself chubbing up, his cheeks burning with the sudden influx of arousal. It surely didn’t help his case when Jimin leaned forward and bit him - hard - on the shoulder.

And then, Jimin’s weight was gone from his lap. Yoongi blinked up at him, his mind trying to catch up with him once again.

Jimin smirked at him, his hair a drying mess and his lips shiny with spit. There was lip gloss smeared around his mouth from kissing and an obvious tent in his gray joggers. However, that didn’t matter when he pulled his pants down, revealing his pretty cock, flushed red and eager. “Well? Let me sit down, hyung.” It was a thinly veiled demand, one that Yoongi complied to easily.

He stood on shaky legs, collapsing back down only when Jimin sat down. He was splayed in Jimin’s lap, his back to Jimin’s chest and his legs spread wide. His dongsaeng took advantage of that position, snaking his hand down until he was cupping Yoongi through his sweatpants. He nibbled on Yoongi’s ear, his breath hot enough to leave goosebumps all over Yoongi’s skin.

“Pay attention to your work,” Jimin teased him, slowly sliding Yoongi’s waistband and underwear down until they were pooled at his knees, hard cock laying across his stomach, “you have a deadline, remember?” But then he was wrapping his hand around Yoongi’s cock, stroking it to full hardness, and there was no way Yoongi could focus when Jimin was doing that.

He looked down, whining at the imagery of Jimin’s tiny fingers holding his cock. He could barely wrap his hand around it all the way, his fingers barely touching. It made Yoongi’s average sized cock look huge, all dripping wet with precome. To add to that, he could feel Jimin’s cock hard and heavy between his cheeks, rubbing against his hole.

Had Jimin just come here to torture him?

“Lean forward, hyung,” Jimin sang. Once again, Yoongi listened, arching his back as he presented his hole to Jimin. He moaned highly as Jimin’s dry cock caught on his rim, going unsteady for a moment. He caught himself on his keyboard, fingers pressing random letters and making his computer beep angrily at him. He didn’t care. He could barely hear anything other than the sound of Jimin popping the cap of a bottle.

A few seconds later, there was cold, lubed fingers pressing against his entrance and Yoongi shivered at the feeling. Slick with lube, Jimin could easily press two fingers inside of Yoongi with barely any resistance. He knew how much Yoongi could take, knew that he liked to be stuffed full until he was sobbing for it. His other hand pressed soothingly into his hip, keeping him steady, firm as though he was going to stop Yoongi from pressing down any further.

Yoongi breathed in deeply, trying to ground himself. He could feel the way Jimin started to scissor his fingers, stretching him out so he could fit a third finger. There was precome dripping down his length, dribbling onto Jimin’s legs, and it was possibly the hottest thing in the world to Yoongi at that moment. “Feel good?” Jimin murmured, leaning forward. The action made his fingers lodge deeper into Yoongi’s hole and he had to grip Yoongi’s thigh to stop him from writhing too much.

“So good,” Yoongi breathed, licking his lips as he tried to calm his heart.

Jimin took his time fingering him, making sure he was stretched enough. His fingers weren’t very long, which was frustrating because he couldn’t brush against Yoongi’s prostate - or more like he wouldn’t - but it made it all the more hot. Yoongi was wanting, waiting, and Jimin refused to give it to him until he was ready. Jimin knew just the way Yoongi liked to take it, just like Yoongi knew all of Jimin’s buttons to press when he was on the opposite side.

Yoongi breathed a sigh of relief when Jimin patted his butt and took his fingers out. “Up, up,” he ordered, adding on a tacky “hyung” when Yoongi didn’t immediately listen. Yoongi leaned forward even more, waiting patiently for Jimin to slick up his cock.

He breathed out a sigh of relief when Jimin lowered him down, his cock slippery with lube and catching on his rim. He ran the head over Yoongi’s hole a few times until Yoongi was whining desperately, chasing the feeling and trying to get him inside like he so desperately wanted.

Finally, finally, Jimin decided he had enough teasing. He steadied his cock with one hand and pushed Yoongi down with the other until his head was breathing Yoongi’s hole. It was a tight fit, always was, but Yoongi liked it and he knew Jimin did too by the way he groaned and leaned his forehead against his clothed back.

“Please, please,” Yoongi begged, feeling the way Jimin was filling him up. He could feel his cock pressing against his walls, slowly filling him until he was pressed entirely inside of him, clenching onto the feeling as though he could make him stay this way forever. He kept pushing in until Yoongi was sitting completely on his lap, butt pressed to his pelvis.

Jimin leaned forward, put his chin on his shoulder, and wrapped his arms around his waist. And he didn’t move.

“Wh- wha-?” Yoongi gasped, hole spasming around Jimin’s cock. “Move?”

Jimin hummed and shook his head. “You have work to do, hyung. I can’t be distracting you.”

“Please, Jiminie,” Yoongi nearly sobbed, trying to move his hips, do something to get Jimin to move. But his arms around his waist kept him in place, and his cock was throbbing inside of his hole. “Please move, I need it.”

“Aww, hyung,” Jimin cooed. “So cute when you beg. But you have a deadline remember? Get some work done and I’ll reward you.”

Yoongi cussed loudly, pressing his hands to his eyes to stop the tears that threatened to angrily roll down his cheeks. He could feel the weight of Jimin inside of him, teasing him. He was so close, completely sheathed inside of him, but he couldn’t do anything about it. His hole was clenching and unclenching, but that didn’t stimulate him enough to get him off. He could risk stroking his cock, but he knew Jimin would get mad at him for that.

Yoongi had no choice. He had to work with Jimin’s cock lodged deep inside of him.

He worked slowly, completely distracted. Jimin was so hard and probably leaking precome in his hole, and Yoongi could almost imagine it. He tried to focus on the music, even putting his headphones on to ignore the raspy little breaths Jimin made against his back, but it wasn’t working.

It was just, Yoongi was so full. His hole was completely stretched out, swallowing Jimin completely. He was greedy, wanted everything that Jimin could give him. Sometimes Jimin would adjust, move him slightly, make his cock nudge a little bit further inside, and it made Yoongi’s head go blank and his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks.

He was sure that Jimin was torturing him, trying to tease him. There was no way he had to adjust that much, especially when he gripped Yoongi’s hips and lifted him up slightly only to bring him back down. The minute movement made Jimin’s cock brush against his prostate, and Yoongi let out a broken moan, but didn’t stop working no matter how much he wanted to.

He actually got a good portion finished, fixed some of the back vocals so they didn’t sound as uncertain. He tweaked some of the beat, let the music grow and expand and become something beautiful. He was sure he would be able to pick it apart better later, but Jimin had started to press kisses onto the nape of his neck, effectively distracting him.

He removed the headphones. “I need it,” Yoongi whispered, pleading. He clenched down, hard, and loved the strangled noise that came from Jimin. He knew that Jimin must be as frustrated as he was, having been hard and wrapped in his head for nearly an hour. His cock must be turning purple by now from all the teasing.

Yoongi was sure that once they started, it would take them both like thirty seconds to orgasm.

“Work, Yoongi,” Jimin growled, biting his shoulder harshly, but then he bucked his hips, fucking into Yoongi’s hole so fast that it made his head spin and a high pitched squeal escape from his mouth. The lack of honorifics made Yoongi’s cock twitch. “You’re being so bad right now. Not working for the company, only caring about fucking and coming on my cock.” He thrusted in again, the feeling slightly dry from the dried lube since they’d started. “I wonder what the company would say if they knew you were whining for my cock instead of working on your song. Do you think they’d be happy? You’re so desperate, hyung.”

Yoongi sobbed out as Jimin abused his hole like that. The angle strained his legs as Jimin pushed him up and then slammed his hips back down, but it was so good, so amazing that his legs were shaking. His hole was dragging against Jimin’s cock, needing more lube, but even that felt amazing.

Jimin seemed to think the same, because he leaned over and grabbed the lube bottle from the desk. He brought the nozzle to Yoongi’s hole and squirted it directly inside of him. Yoongi whimpered at the feeling of the cold liquid inside of him, but he didn’t have time to think about it before Jimin fucked it back in with a wet noise that echoed around the room. It was dripping all over the place, all over Jimin’s thighs and the chair, but Yoongi couldn’t care less at that moment.

Yoongi’s head was spinning as Jimin thrusted in so hard, jabbing his prostate, that Yoongi yelped and choked on his own spit.

And then, Yoongi decided he was going to kill Jimin, murder him in cold blood. Because right then, he stopped. Pressed so hard into Yoongi’s hole that he thought he could feel it in his throat, and he stopped, dick throbbing, lube leaking everywhere, tip pressed against Yoongi’s prostate.

“Why!” Yoongi cried, slamming his hands down on the desk. “Why, why! Please don’t! I want!” He was throwing a tantrum, but he couldn’t care. He was tired and needy and desperate, like Jimin had said and he wanted to be fucked.

Jimin didn’t answer for a moment, just pressing Yoongi on his cock so hard that his knuckles were turning white over Yoongi’s hips. When he spoke, his voice was dark. “Come like this, hyung.”

The words were ridiculous, to the point where Yoongi could hardly process them. How did Jimin expect him to come like that? Sure, Jimin was pressing against his prostate, but he wasn’t doing anything. He was completely still, holding Yoongi down with all of his strength. It felt good, Yoongi was so full, but it wasn’t enough.

“I can’t, Jiminie,” Yoongi sobbed. “I can’t do that, I need more. Need to be fucked.”

“You can, hyung.” He wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Yoongi felt tears leak down his face, tears of frustration at stopping. He tried to reach down and grasp his cock, but Jimin smacked his hand away, only making him cry harder. He clenched onto Jimin’s length - hard - and oh, that felt good. That felt really good when it was pressed against his prostate, nudging it and throbbing against it.

So he did it again, and again, and Yoongi’s cock twitched and his eyebrows were furrowed and Jimin was moaning softly in his ear, whispering how good Yoongi was, and how he could totally come just like that.

His orgasm hit him by surprise, nearly knocking him out. He whimpered, clenching down so hard that Jimin couldn’t move even if he wanted to. The noise in his throat stuttered and died out, the feeling so intense that it completely took over his body. He was only slightly aware of the cum shooting onto his stomach, some of it hitting his chin with how hard he came.

Before he could calm down completely, Jimin was lifting him up and fucking back in like his life depended on it. He was grunting and Yoongi was like a limp doll on top of him, his sensitive hole being used like a toy for Jimin’s cock.

It didn’t take long like that until Jimin was pulling out, his cock between Yoongi’s thighs as he jerked himself off. He moaned into Yoongi’s shoulder as cum shot out of his cock, warm as it landed on Yoongi’s length and making a mess out of both of them. Yoongi’s thighs were still twitching.

He grimaced when he felt Jimin’s cum dripping down his balls. “We need to clean up,” he muttered.

“Five more minutes,” Jimin sighed, groaning loudly and throwing his head against the back of the chair.

“Jimin, I can literally feel your cum dripping down my cock and it’s uncomfortable. Clean me up and take some responsibility for once.”

He could tell Jimin was pouting when he muttered, “rude”, and easily dislodged Yoongi from his lap. He rummaged through his backpack that was laying on the floor and threw him a towel that Yoongi was pretty sure he used as a sweat rag before.

Whatever. Yoongi used it to clean himself off and then passed it back to Jimin, standing with shaky legs as he tried to pull his pants back up.

“You’re so mean,” Yoongi told Jimin, glowering at him. “I was ready for that good fuck like an hour ago.”

Jimin shrugged and shot him a cheeky smile. “You could have safeworded if you wanted to. You don’t have to act shy with me, hyung. That was fun, wasn’t it?”

Yoongi grunted. “I think we have different ideas of ‘fun’,” he lied.

Jimin beamed at him and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips. “You love me though.”

“No,” Yoongi said. “I want to fight you.”

“No offense, but I don’t even think you can stand right now.” A look at Yoongi’s shaky legs. “I could take you down in an instant.”

“Hey, fuck you!” Yoongi squawked.

“I just did!” Jimin called back as he basically skipped out of the studio.

Yoongi grumbled at him under his breath, but he was smiling and completely boneless as he sat back down at his desk. Maybe now he would be able to focus on his song.

[authoratmidnight]

I hate that I have no idea what’s considered a decent length for a one shot fic or a chapter.

Cause if I write something under 1k I can’t help but think ‘that’s far to short, clearly I did something wrong and I must have rushed it’ even if the work count is like, 850 or something.

1000 words is ~ 2 and a half pages(if you use size 12, Cambria font, single spacing).

And I know why it’s so skewed like this.

Fimfiction.net

See, they actually have rules when it comes to posting fic, mostly they’re just like, to make you’re posting an ACTUAL FIC, and that it’s your fic and not stolen, things like that). But, then there’s this-

That’s right, it has a word count minimum.

So your one-shot has to be at least 1000 words if you want to submit it. Or if you’re submitting something with multiple chapters/parts, you have to have at least 1000 words written(it could be spread over multiple chapters, such as two chapters of 500 words) when you post/upload it.

So when I move from that platform to say, AO3, it becomes jarring to learn that a one-shot that’s a couple thousand words is, considered long.

And every time I write something that comes out less than 1000 words I find myself going ‘where did I go wrong?’ what part(s) did I rush, what did I forgot, how can I make it longer, etc, etc. (I have this problem with fic prompts to, I keep thinking ‘this looks to short’ even though no, it’s probs fine no one really cares)

And then, chapter length, what’s considered a good length? Fuck if I know.

I try to get them over 1.5k at the very least so they’re not, like, super short. But at the same time, from when I was posting fic on fimfiction, it seemed people liked longer chapters, at least several thousand. On my, currently abandoned fic my chapters were averaging around, 3.5k in length(one got as long as 4k words and the shortest was just over 2k).

Figuring out decent lengths for things is haaaard