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Prints this photo out and puts it inside my wallet so i may dramatically turn to them for guidance when im lost.
#i'm not brave enough to ask to use the printer just for this bit but pretend i did#my babygirls giving me advice when i need it#the advice probably isn't that good knowing those three#but it's the thought that counts#anyway masters update is very good#max rambles
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whichever way [woosan x reader] pt14
pairing: woosan x f reader
rating: 18+
genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, FWB to QPR
ch. summary: You and Wooyoung do a little online shopping for a good cause.
wc: 9.3k
ch. warnings: sub Wooyoung, dom San & reader, pegging, anal fingering / sex (Woo receiving), blowjobs, cumming untouched, hairpulling, dirty talk, degradation kink, dacryphilia (ofc), orgasm control, multiple orgasms, light spanking, Woo gets spitroasted â but first he sucks the strap uwu, petnames (âcockslutâ, âbabygirlâ, âgood boyâ for Wooyoung, âbabyâ for reader)
a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.
a/n²: only the epilogue left ăâ˝ă donât touch me iâm emotional ăâ˝ă
masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, epilogue
The sky is already darkening by the time San gets back to the apartment building after his late afternoon gym visit, and a crisp smell hangs in the air from an autumn shower that recently passed by. Itâs invigorating, keeping San bright and alert despite the satisfying ache in his body from his post-workout exhaustion.
He picks up the mail on his way back; including yours, of course. His key chain has been a little heavier for some time now, but he likes the weight and jingle of it in his hand.
San sifts through the mail as he waits for the elevator to come down. It takes a bit longer than usual, but finally the door opens with its familiar âdingâ â revealing one of Sanâs neighbours inside.
Mrs Yoon.
âOh! Hi, Mrs Yoon,â San says awkwardly, standing aside to let her through. He tries not to think about the last time he talked to the old lady, which only makes him think about it harder, an embarrassed heat burning under his skin.
Mrs Yoon gives him a crinkled smile as she steps out the elevator. âHello, young man,â she politely greets him back, but there is a cheeky glint in her eyes.
Sanâs skin burns hotter, and canât decide if itâs a mercy or a torment that she doesnât acknowledge their previous conversation, leaving it all unspoken between them. Instead she simply wishes San a pleasant evening and starts to walk past him, going about her business without embarrassing him any further.
She probably intends for it to be a mercy â but something nags at San as Mrs Yoon leaves, and he realises he canât let her go just yet.
âAh, Mrs Yoon, could you wait a moment? Please?â he asks. âThere is something Iâd like to talk about.â
She stops her little shuffle towards the exit, blinking at San in surprise. âOf course, dear. Whatâs on your mind?â
Whatâs on his mind? You. You are.
Specifically, the jaded resignation on your face when youâd brushed off Sanâs concern about Mrs Yoonâs boyfriend-comment; when you told him youâre used to it.
He doesnât like that. He doesnât like that you need apathy to shield yourself from a world thatâs oblivious to your lived experience at best, and at worst believes itâs something to be fixed. San isnât naive; he knows he canât take away societyâs constant pressure for romantic attachment by himself. But there is something he can do right here and now.
Maybe today, he can be your shield instead.
âUm, Mrs Yoon, when we ran across you the other day⌠I just wanted to say, sheâs not my girlfriend,â San says with calm warmth, a friendly smile on his face. Making it clear as politely as possible that heâs not starting a discussion, just stating a fact.
Mrs Yoon blinks at him in confusion, but then she breaks out in a smile of her own, filled with misplaced understanding.
âAhhh, I see! And the other young man, he is not your boyfriend then, hm?â she grins slyly, like sheâs in on some covert plot of secrecy. âI got it, your secret is safe with me. Though if I can give a piece of advice; a little more discretion wouldnât hurt if you want to keep it a secret for much longer! If an old biddy like me has figured it out, then I canât be the only one.â
San sighs a weary chuckle at the further misunderstanding. âNo, no thereâs no secrets. Wooyoung is my boyfriend,â he says, and Mrs Yoonâs confusion comes back tenfold. âBut itâs different with her. Weâre⌠We are friends. Really close friends. Sheâs very important to me.â
Something softens in Mrs Yoonâs face at Sanâs simple earnestness. She scratches her chin as she mulls it over, but eventually comes to a decision with a firm nod. âHmm, well. Nothing wrong with that either, I suppose. Just as long as you three treat each other right.â
The safe politeness in Sanâs smile melts away, making way for honest happiness. âWe do, Mrs. Yoon. Always.â
Grinning, she reaches up to suddenly pinch his cheek. San lets out a tiny ack, more out of surprise than pain, though her grip is surprisingly strong. âNow that I know,â she winks cheekily, then releases him. âHave a nice evening together, young man. Sheâs very lucky to have a good friend like you.â
Ah, and there Mrs Yoon gets it wrong again. âNo, Iâm the lucky one here, I reckon,â San grins. She shakes her head with a little reedy laugh, like his answer is exactly what she expected from him.
With that, San parts ways with Mrs Yoon and takes the elevator to the top floor. To you and Wooyoung.
San finds his and Wooyoungâs apartment empty when he drops off his bag â though honestly, heâs stopped thinking of the two spaces as âyoursâ and âtheirsâ. So he gives Byeol a sweet little kiss on the top of her sweet little head, then goes over next-door without too much thought. Some days San enjoys a bit of alone time, but this is not one of them.
No, San canât wait to curl up on the couch against one or two of his favourite people, maybe order in some food today so the time can be spent just lazing around in each othersâ company.
When he opens the door to your apartment (strictly legally speaking), San hears an animated conversation happening. He perks up in curiosity, heading in closer to make out the words of what seems to be a lively discussion.
He finds you and Wooyoung on the couch, scrolling through something on your phone.
âOohh, this looks pretty! And affordable too,â you say, looking to Wooyoung for his agreement â until you spot San and give him a little wave. âHey, welcome back! Had a good workout?â
âYeah, real good,â San says, a fond smile crinkling his eyes. Sounds like you and Wooyoung are looking at apartment listings again; something that started out as just fun and casual, building little fantasies around the possibilities, but the search is slowly growing more intentional.
But Wooyoung makes a face at your phone screen, shaking his head. âToo small,â he says decisively. âAh, San! San! Good, youâre here, you can settle this for us!â
âSure, lay it on me,â San says, naively assuming itâs about one of the listings. Then again, the way you immediately roll your eyes in exasperationâŚ
âSeriously, Woo? Youâre still on that?â
Wooyoung ignores you, turning to San with grim determination. âSan. Tell her that if I donât get to fuck other people, then she doesnât get to either! A closed relationship, thatâs what we agreed on.â
âThatâs what you agreed on. You and San. I never agreed to any such thing.â
San blinks in baffled confusion. What? âWait, you want to sleep with others? You barely have the stamina to keep up with us,â he blurts out, unable to fully process the idea that youâd want to open the relationship up.
âHey,â you pout.
âWhat, âheyâ?â he chuckles. âYouâre the one who blamed us for that UTI because we are, and I quote, âhorny demons who thrive on obliterating your poor bladderâs bacterial ecosystemâ. Seriously, since when are you looking for more?â
âIâm not! Woo is just making drama over nothing!â you sigh, shooting Wooyoung some heavy side-eye. âI only pointed out that because we kinda winged this whole throuple situation, that technically we never made any rules about me and any hypothetical interest I might have.â Your side-eye deepens at the last part.
âRight,â Wooyoung says, returning your side-eye in equal force. âHypothetical. Because you totally didnât bring that up out of nowhere after sniffing around for gossip on San and Yunhoâs past⌠activities.â
Yunho?! Since when is he on your radar?
It throws you too; your side-eye breaks as you look at Wooyoung in surprise. âThatâs what this is about? Because I asked about him?â You let out a small, endeared giggle at Wooyoungâs jealous streak. âWoo, Iâm just curious about the guy, is all! I finally get to meet him in person next week, Iâve only heard him on voice chat when you guys play that Mile of Mythologies thing together.â
âLeague of Legends!â San and Wooyoung protest simultaneously like clock-work.
âYeah yeah,â you grin. âSo, can we stop throwing a fuss over nothing or picking on me for having a delicate bladder?â
âHey, Iâm not picking on you for that. Honestly, all things considered itâs kind of a miracle you only got a UTI once. You got a toughie in there!â Wooyoung points out, grinning as he pats your lower stomach.
âThank you! Now letâs go back to the important things in life, shall we?â You raise up your phone back up to go look at apartment listings again. Or so San thinks, at least.
(Somewhere in the back of his head, San vaguely notes that technically, you still havenât agreed on a damn thing about the sleeping-with-other-people thing. Not that Wooyoungâs objections were needed; you donât seem to actually have any serious considerations about Yunho, or anyone else. Well, and even if you didâŚ
San smiles absent-mindedly. Itâs not like he has bad memories of those past âactivitiesâ with Yunho. The direct opposite, in fact. The idea of teaming up on you or Wooyoung⌠Wait, what? Hold on, where did that thought come from?)
âYou really donât like this one, Woo?â you ask Wooyoung, tilting the screen to him, completely unaware of the newly sparked scenarios inside Sanâs head.
âI told you, itâs too small!â
San shakes off whatever the hell is going on with his imagination, and focuses on his curiosity about this apartment. It must be real nice if youâre so set on the place, even if Wooyoung disagrees.
âThis is too small?? Damn Woo, never knew youâre that much of a size queen.â
San frowns. Size queen? Again; what?
âHey, who can blame me? Iâve gotten used to a certain⌠stretch,â Wooyoung says, a bold grin spreading over his face.
A stretch??? âŚOkay, maybe San needs to re-examine his assumptions about what you and Wooyoung are looking at.
âGod youâre nasty,â you sigh in exasperation, but thereâs a laugh hidden in there too. âFine, fine, letâs see what else they got.â
San has finally reached you, standing behind the couch to look over your shoulder at the screen. His eyes widen as the veil of confusion lifts away, a surprised flush hitting his cheeks.
No, those are not apartment listings on your screen.
Those are sex toys.
Specifically, you and Wooyoung are looking at strap-ons.
âHow about this kit?â Wooyoung asks, gesturing at the next one you scrolled to. âThat looks promising.â
At first, your face lights up with interest, but it is quickly replaced by a grimace when you notice the cost. âLooks good but⌠might be a tiny bit out of my price range.â
âOur price range,â Wooyoung counters firmly. âThink of it as an investment for the future! What do you think, Sannie?â
âUm,â is the most eloquence response San can muster at this moment.
âLook look, it even comes with a few different dildos, see! And the harness is backless too,â Wooyoung says, eyebrows wiggling as he zooms in on one of the images.
The picture shows the back-view of a model wearing the harness, held into place by a supple-looking leather waistband and two elegant black straps wrapped around the upper thighs, snugly fitted just below the modelâs completely exposed ass.
ââŚHowâs the size? Is it adjustable?â you ask, not entirely convinced yet but slowly swayed by Wooyoungâs sales pitch.
San feels a heat crawl up to his face, and tugs at the neckline of his shirt as unbidden images float up in his mind of your ass in that harness. No, San definitely needs no further swaying. Fuck, his imagination sure is working overtime today. Heâll pay the whole damn thing out of his own pocket if the money is really a concern to you.
You nose through the product specifications, your face brightening at what you find. After that, itâs not long before the kit finds itself dropped into your shopping cart.
âThree days?â Wooyoung groans when he sees the shipping date, falling back into the couch miserably. âHow am I supposed to wait that long?â
âAw, you poor thing,â you coo teasingly, patting Wooyoungâs hair. âWhat a trial. What a tribulation.â
San grins when Wooyoung scoffs and grabs for your hand to get a bite in on your forearm. You yelp, unsuccessfully trying to fend him off. San lets the chaos entertain him for a moment, then he gently untangles you both. âWoo, Iâm sure we can find a way to make the time go by faster,â he chuckles. âLike⌠how about you take a few days to think about what youâd like to happen once itâs here?â
Like magic, Wooyoungâs face instantly shifts to a thoughtful expression. âWell,â he says, tapping his bottom lip, âI do have a few ideasâŚâ
Never one to be timid about his ideas, you naturally know the deepest, most intimate and depraved depths of Wooyoungâs fantasies by the time you have him on your knees in front of you.
You donât need to see the hunger in his eyes as he stares up at you to know badly he wants this; donât need to hear the breathless inhale when your fingers tangle into his hair, how his tongue eagerly darts out to wet his lips when you tug him forward â pushing the tip of your strap right against those plump lips.
Because you already know that is exactly what Wooyoung wants. To take your cock down his throat and choke on it.
The weight of the black, silicone dildo hanging between your legs is unfamiliar, a little awkward even, but the harness is more comfortable than you expected.
Youâd stayed a bit concerned about the fit until the discreetly packaged arrived, but after fiddling with some adjustments you could breathe easily. The leather now sits perfectly around your waist, and the black straps donât dig painfully into your thighs like youâd feared, instead framing your ass in a way that must be extremely flattering to say the least â if the way Sanâs eyes keep trailing back to them is anything to go by.
However, for now Sanâs gaze is fixed on Wooyoung.
San sits on the edge of the bed, legs spread lazily and leaned back with his hands resting on the mattress, making no effort to touch Wooyoung even though he is within armâs reach. Head slightly tilted, he watches intently how Wooyoungâs lips part as the silicone cock is pushed past them.
Wooyoung wastes no time, sinking down with a muffled groan. Messily he sucks and laps at the strap, low moans and wet noises drifting upward. You let out a blissful sigh at the view, his pretty lips stretched around your cock. He blinks up at you as he somehow manages to grin even with his mouth stuffed, his dark eyes shiny with impatience and need.
âLittle more, Woo. I know you can give me more,â you hum, running your hand through his hair. âShow me how hungry you are for my cock before I fuck you with it.â
âMmhââ
Wooyoung eagerly follows your lead when you guide his head up and down, taking you deeper and deeper with minimal encouragement. He never holds back, treating your strap like itâs a real cock; and through his pure unbridled enthusiasm, you sink away into the illusion.
Your breaths grow heavier whenever Wooyoung pulls back to suckle indulgently at the tip, thick wet swipes of his tongue as he groans, his eyes fluttering shut every time you pull his hair to force your length down his throat again. Every pass of his mouth rubs the silicone dickâs rounded base against your cunt, and its strategically placed protrusion sends sparks through your core.
You start to roll your hips into him, chasing those sparks as Wooyoungâs head bobs to meet your shallow thrusts. Itâs not long before he gags around you with an obscene gurgle, a thin trail of drool escaping past the corner of his lips. Instinctively you freeze, but Wooyoung shakes his head and whines. His cheeks are flushed, a watery gleam brimming in his eyes as he stares up at you, wordlessly begging you to keep fucking his throat.
âAw, heâs tearing up already,â San chuckles, leaning forward so he can grasp Wooyoungâs chin. âLooks so pretty with cock between his lips, doesnât he? That smart mouth stuffed full, working so hard to please you.â
Wooyoung lets out another whine at Sanâs praise, only more worked up by the edge of condescension in his voice.
âSweet babygirl,â you grin fondly. âCome, make Sannie feel good too. Can you do that for me?â
Wooyoung makes a noise, immediately reaching for San, who guides Wooyoungâs hand to wrap around his cock. He groans lowly, his back arching ever so slightly at Wooyoungâs practised strokes.
âGood boy,â San sighs, a lazy smile on his lips. âNow, get back to sucking that cock properly, hm? Wanna see you choke on it.â
Wooyoung moans loudly, more drool spilling down his chin. He keens when you pull his hair a little harder; itâs all the reminder he needs to go back to gagging around your cock, meeting the roll of your hips as you fuck his face. He breaths harshly through his nose, struggling to control his breathing but never slowing down, taking your strap down his throat like a champ without ever neglecting San.
Sanâs chest is starting to heave as Wooyoung jerks him off, lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded. His low whine sears through you, as does the sight of his large hand leading Wooyoungâs to pump his leaking cock. Wooyoung revels in how heâs being used, teary eyes drifting shut as he fades away into a cockdrunk haze.
âSan?â you say in a strained voice, more affected by the strapâs base gentle rubbing against your clit than you expected. (Or maybe the growing pressure in your core has more to do with Wooyoung, with seeing him like this.) âI think itâs time.â
Wooyoungâs eyes peek open at the sound of your voice, shimmering wetly with unshed tears. (âŚYep, that definitely helps.)
âYeah, itâs time,â San agrees, his voice equally strained.
He guides Wooyoungâs hand down to the base of his cock, to give it a squeeze just to take the edge off. Then he moves to kneel behind Wooyoung, who almost sobs in anticipation when San grabs two handfuls of his plump ass, spreading the cheeks apart.
Wooyoung whimpers around your cock, his hands grasping at your thighs for something to anchor him while San removes a modestly-sized plug that was warming Wooyoung up for this moment. You pat his hair reassuringly, cooing soft praises at Wooyoung, who groans as Sanâs lubed up fingers breach his rim to loosen him up a little further. San presses a soft, lingering kiss on Wooyoungâs shoulder and moves his fingers just as gently, gradually picking up speed.
You know San is not avoiding Wooyoungâs prostate when he jerks violently, the strap slipping out of his mouth, no longer muffling his loud whines. âF-fuck, right there, r-right there, SannieâŚâ he moans weakly, rocking back into Sanâs fingers.
Clumsily, Wooyoung grabs at the strap to try and stuff it back into his mouth. The tip catches against his cheek first, smearing a thick streak of saliva across his face. You sigh contently when Wooyoung keeps his hand around the silicone cock, rubbing the pleasing protrusion at the base firmly against your cunt as he wraps his swollen lips around its length.
âStill kinda tight⌠Relax, babe,â San grunts, curling his fingers in a way that has Wooyoung let out a throttled mewl. He runs his free hand soothingly over Wooyoungâs back. âAhh, no wonder youâre tense,â he purrs. âGonna be your first time getting fucked by two cocks like this, isnât it? Youâre such a greedy, perfect cockslut that itâs easy to forget you never took more than one at once. Just doesnât seem right⌠those pretty holes were made to be used and ruined by some good dick.â
Tears escape Wooyoungâs lashes as he gurgles around your strap, his motions getting shakier with every filthy word from San, trembling harder with every thrust of Sanâs fingers. His own cock looks achingly hard, flushed a deep red and twitching, precum beading at the tip.
âCareful, Woo,â you gently chide him. âYouâre not allowed to cum until Iâm fucking you properly.â
Wooyoung whimpers, trimmed nails digging into your thigh as he desperately holds back from reaching down to bring himself relief.
A dangerous grin flashes across Sanâs lips as he also realises just how close Wooyoung is. âOh? The cockslut canât even wait until heâs stuffed full the way he should be? Are you gonna fall apart on just my fingers?â
âMhh hmââ
Wooyoung canât get his muffled noises of denial past his obstructed throat. He tries his best to obey your instruction, but San does nothing to make it easier on him.
Instead Sanâs wrist snaps harshly, the squelch of lube obscenely loud. His eyes are sharp and filled with dark intent, watching how Wooyoung shudders and whines, pushed closer and closer to his limitâ
You can see the exact moment Wooyoung realises his efforts to hold back are futile, his eyes going wide a split second before he convulses, inadvertently pushing the strap down the back of his throat again. Sanâs free hand is on Wooyoungâs cock in a heartbeat, making sure he spills messy splatters of cum on Sanâs fingers and his own chest.
Wooyoung pants for air, spluttering and coughing when you pull the strap from his mouth. âS-sorry, I didnâtâ didnât mean toââ He babbles a rushed apology, staring up at you with wet eyes, his face red and puffy.
âShh, itâs alright,â you hush him, going down on your knees so you can cradle his face, brushing your thumbs over tear-streaked cheeks. âTried so hard, didnât you?â
âHm-hm,â he whines in agreement.
âOur pretty babygirl just gets overwhelmed so fast, doesnât he?â you hum, pressing small pecks on his cock-swollen lips. âSo sensitive that a few fingers is all it takes.â
Wooyoung sniffs, nodding weakly. âY-yeah.â
âLook at that, made a mess all over yourself,â you tease, catching some of the white essence dribbling down Wooyoungâs chest. âNot your fault itâs so easy to wreck you. Thatâs just who you are, isnât it? A needy, desperate thing.â
He whines an unintelligible noise. For anyone else, your words might have been humiliating; but for Wooyoung, they set something inside him free. Not his fault; just his nature.
San slowly kisses up Wooyoungâs neck, rubbing his shaky arms. Itâd almost be sweet, if not for the satisfied curve of Sanâs lips. Heâs gotten Wooyoung exactly where he wants him. âItâs okay, Woo,â he says, playfully nipping at his earlobe. âYou can make it up later.â
Wooyoungâs attempt at answering is smothered by Sanâs mouth with a sudden, hard kiss. Your breath catches at his intensity, fervid and hungry. Just the sight of San and Wooyoung entangled alone is always enough to make your toes curl; from their shared, sensual passion, to the simple beauty of their contrasted features, the striking delicacy of Wooyoung melting into Sanâs masculine solidness.
You could watch them forever like this, but San does not allow you to be their spectator for long. Without even breaking the kiss, he reaches out to tug at your arm, pulling you into them. You go willingly.
Wooyoung welcomes you with a soft whine as you nip and suck at his neck, the split-glistened strap pressing against his half-hard cock. He proves himself every bit the desperate, needy thing that you called him, turning his head to switch between kissing you and San, groaning against your lips as heâs engulfed with heated attention from two ends. Breathlessly he gasps between kisses, trembling while you and San slowly leave a tapestry of hickeys and bitemarks over his neck and shoulders.
Itâs when he starts to rock his hips, grinding back against San, that you reach for his dick. Itâs still partially soft, still sensitive from cumming earlier. Wooyoung jerks into your grasp, his loud, keening whine stifled by Sanâs tongue down his throat. Fresh tears spill down Wooyoungâs cheeks as he shakes his head, his hand weakly clinging onto your arm â but his body tells a different story entirely, his spine arching as he contorts with overwhelming pleasure.
You are captivated, your tongue dragging over his wet cheek as you chase an instinct to lick up his tears. âYeah, you can take it,â you murmur by his ear, making sure to keep a steady pace with your hand. âWant you hard and leaking when I finally fuck you. You owe us that much, donât you think? Or is our babygirl going to disappoint me again?â
Wooyoung whimpers, head falling back against Sanâs shoulders. âC-can take it,â he slurs, now openly rocking his hips to fuck up into your hand.
Sanâs eyes blaze as he watches you exert your control over Wooyoung. Once your hand has settled into a rhythm, San firmly pulls you close again, capturing you in a hard kiss this time. Heatedly he explores the familiar crevices of your mouth while Wooyoung squirms and mewls between you, jaw slackening and eyes rolling back.
Your cunt aches at Wooyoungâs noisy writhing, and you press a gentle hand against Sanâs shoulder to push him back.
He begrudgingly parts from your lips, breathing hard. Focus slowly returns to his eyes as he grins down at Wooyoungâs wrecked state. âHeâs ready?â
âI think so,â you hum, gently cradling Wooyoungâs cheeks. âWhat do you say, Wooyoungie, ready to take my cock?â
Wooyoung nuzzles at your palm, the rise and fall of his chest slowly steadying. âReady,â he sighs with a languid smile, tinged with anticipatory excitement. âWant it⌠want your cock so bad, want you to fuck meâŚâ
You giggle, bumping your forehead against his. âGood boy,â you praise, and leave a light peck on his nose. âThen thatâs exactly what Iâll do.â
Almost effortlessly, San lifts a squirmy Wooyoung on his feet, then onto the bed, manoeuvring him onto all fours.
Wooyoung moans when you run a hand over the sweet curve of his ass, peeking over his shoulder to look at you. You knead at his cheeks, staring intently at how lube has has trickled out his stretched hole, down to his thighs. Itâs all too tempting to dive in and lap it up, to tease him with your tongue and sink your teeth into that pretty ass, but you doubt Wooyoung has much patience left in him â and neither do you, for that matter.
âSan?â you ask, nudging at the container of lube to reapply a fresh layer. San grabs the bottle; but instead of handing it over to you, he just grins and slides up behind you.
Generously he slicks up his own hand, and your breath hitches as San reaches around to lube up the strap for you. There is something unexpectedly sensual about his big hand gliding over the length of your silicone cock, firm strokes that have you instinctively rocking into his touch, like you can feel him.
Wooyoung lets out an impatient whine. âPleaseâŚâ he begs, wiggling his ass at you, and you decide heâs been forced to wait long enough.
You softly tap Sanâs arm, at which he retreats to rest his sticky hand on your waist instead. He hums when you press a soft kiss of gratitude on his lips, and then you turn your full attention back to Wooyoung.
He shudders when the silicone cockhead presses at his entrance, then slowly sinks in.
Itâs not the biggest dildo that came with the kit, not quite matching San in thickness, but you preferred to start out with a size that you know Wooyoung can handle. Still, itâs girth is satisfying enough with a nice upward curve, and a subtly ribbed shaft thatâs already doing a number on Wooyoung, if the way his fingers dig into the sheets is any indication.
âOh fuck,â he grits out, eyes clenched shut.
You take your time to bottom out, making sure you can do so comfortably, and Wooyoung comes apart further with every slow inch. His arms buckle, falling onto his elbows when your thighs press against his ass, fully buried inside his tight hole. He pants hard, fingers digging into the sheets.
âPlease please please,â he babbles, âoh fuck please move, please fuck me already, fuckââ
âHm, I think he likes taking your cock,â San observes dryly, a mocking lilt in his voice. He reaches around you to give Wooyoungâs ass a light smack, grinning when Wooyoung whines harder in response. âYeah, he likes it.â
You donât react with more than a sound of acknowledgement; too focused on the roll of your hips, too taken in by Wooyoungâs choked noises as you finally take mercy, the ribbed strap gliding in and out at a steady pace.
In a way, the rhythmic motion of thrusting into Wooyoung is intimately familiar, yet also entirely new. Youâve fucked Wooyoung with a toy before, sure, but the simple snap of your hand doesnât compare to the physicality of using almost your entire body to bury your cock into him. Your arms tense as you hold onto his hips to keep him steady, your thighs and core muscles flex to buck against his ass over and over again.
(Already you can tell that you need to conserve your energy, not wanting to wear yourself out before Wooyoung is a sobbing ruin, utterly wrecked and completely sated.)
Wooyoung gasps and whines with every thrust, his fists tightening into the sheets â but despite his obvious pleasure, a tendril of frustration flicks at you; youâve seen Wooyoung in the throes of depraved passion often enough to know youâre not hitting the spot that will obliterate him, not in the way San can. You try to adjust, searching for his prostate, but itâs trickier when you canât actually feel inside him, and your efforts only seem to make your thrusts more awkward.
San puts his hand on your waist when he realises you are getting in your own way, squeezing reassuringly. His breath falls on your ear as he guides your motions, easing your hips into a smooth roll that soon has Wooyoung let out a pitched cry, his entire body jolting.
âThatâs it,â San rasps in satisfaction, letting you move on your own again, âthatâs how you fuck that tight hole. Look at you making such a pretty mess of Wooyoungie, all cockdrunk on you.â
Wooyoung keens at the praise, whimpering every time you hit that sweet spot.
You canât help a moan of your own, a hot wire thrumming through your core â that only grows sharper when Sanâs hands wander down to your ass. At first he just lightly squeezes, but soon he takes full advantage of the harnessâ open back, spreading your cheeks apart to expose you to the cool air. His thumbs inch inward; one is still covered with a remnant of lube, slowly circling your sensitive rim.
Your breath hitches at the unexpected touch, making you buck harder into Wooyoung. His voice breaks with every snap of your hips, âHngh, ah ahââ hiccuped moans spilling past his lips.
San grins, his thumb resting against your entrance, never quite pressing inside. âFucking him so well, baby,â he groans, lazily sucking a wet patch into your neck. âTell her, Wooyoung. Tell her how well sheâs fucking you.â
âS-so well,â Wooyoung sobs, clawing at the sheets. âFucking me so wellâŚâ
His garbled cries burn through you, the heat inside your core stoked by his writhing, desperate state. So pliant, so willing to surrender himself to you.
However, your thighs burn for another reason entirely; muscles straining with the effort of fucking Wooyoung into this mindless stupor. You slow the roll of your hips, giving yourself a breather while enjoying Wooyoungâs pitiful whines of protest maybe a little too much.
âBut this is not enough for you, is it?â you hum, rubbing your hand over the small of Wooyoungâs sweat-slicked back. âYou want Sannieâs cock too, to have that clever mouth used again like it should be.â
San lets out a raspy chuckle as Wooyoung nods frantically. âI donât know, baby, our Wooyoungie looks like he might be at his limit. You sure he can take us both?â
Wooyoung squirms in frustration. âI can, Sannie, you know I can,â he snivels. âPlease, want it, want it, San-ahâ!â
He jolts when San smacks his ass again, whining loudly as he burrows his face into the bed.
With that, San moves away from you, his fingers digging into the curve of your rear as he goes. Wooyoung moans weakly when San sits on his knees in front of him, clasping Wooyoungâs chin between thumb and index finger to lift his head.
âThen prove it,â San says coolly, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. âShow us what a good cockslut you are.â
Wooyoung shivers at the dismissive tone of Sanâs challenge, like he isnât expecting all that much. He shakily pushes himself up on his hands, biting down a groan at how your strap rubs up against his insides. One last glance over his shoulder, while he still can, drinking in the sight of you with hungry, tear-filled eyes.
And a glorious sight you are, shiny drops of sweat beading down the valley of your chest, heaving from exertion. Both of you completely enraptured by this new experience, the new sensations that come with it. The ribbed dildo feels amazing, better than Wooyoung dared hope â but far more than that, he is on the brink because itâs you, you fucking that toy into him.
You catch his gaze, biting your lip at the contact. âRemember, Woo,â you say, voice tight, âremember the signal if Iâm too rough on you.â
Wooyoung lets out a hoarse chuckle, giving you the widest, dirtiest grin he can muster. Too rough? On him? Fuck, how are you blowing his back out and still manage to be this adorable? âSure, will do,â he rasps, tapping Sanâs thigh in demonstration of the nonverbal sign.
San grasps onto Wooyoungâs chin again, yanking him back. He taps the head of his cock against Wooyoungâs cheek, leaving a trail of precum, exactly where your strap smeared saliva across his face earlier.
âCâmon, Woo,â San says, still giving him that unimpressed look, the one that makes Wooyoung squirm without fail, âdo you want this cock down your throat or not?â
Wooyoungâs breath instantly shallows, his jaw relaxing on instinct. He groans in bliss as San nudges the flushed tip past his swollen lips, sinking home. Your hips move in a slow roll and Wooyoung lets himself get swept away by the rhythm, taking San deeper inch by inch.
His mind goes blank, lost in the toe-curling slide of your strap, the hefty weight of San on his tongue â fuck, he loves sucking that fat cock. How the thickness of it strains his jaw, but within manageable levels after all the countless practise heâs enjoyed. Heâs proud of that, how his gag reflex has faded to a mere afterthought, only brought back to the forefront when heâs caught off guard (and even then, itâs good). Proud of the cracks in Sanâs unaffected facade that Wooyoung breaks through with nothing but the tightness of his throat and his skilful tongue.
Right now though, youâre making it harder for Wooyoung to use that tongue to its full potential. Every rough thrust jostles him, pushes Sanâs dick deeper without any room for skill, reducing Wooyoung to nothing but a cocksleeve to be used. (San does not seem to mind, his groans low and breathy.)
He whimpers as you slam into him without mercy, his aching cock slapping against his stomach with a lewd smacking sound, drawing sharp jolts of pleasure. Youâve well and truly honed in on his sweet spot now, pressure building up and up and up until Wooyoung feels like heâs clawing at the ceiling. Sanâs hand rests on Wooyoungâs throat, squeezing with only a gentle pressure to keep him steady as heâs split open from two ends; an overwhelming barrage of sensations that goes beyond feeling âfullâ. Wooyoung feels whole.
Desperately he moans around Sanâs cock with a muffled, pathetic sob, the world blurring out of focus. One brush of a hand against his throbbing dick and heâd be done for, heâs sure of it; but despite cumming untouched earlier, now that edge stays just out of reach. Trapping Wooyoung at the height of pleasure with nowhere to come down.
Heâs whimpering, body trembling under the unending onslaught. Too much, some might cry out â but not Wooyoung, never Wooyoung.
No, for him it is perfect. He stopped believing in âtoo muchâ long ago, after he heard enough of those two words in his life. That he talks too much, wants too much, gives too much, is too much.
But here, between these two hearts, he is exactly right.
Addled memories flood through his dizzied thoughts, physical pleasure blurring into intense emotion.
With San, Wooyoung knew it from the very start; an unshakeable certainty within moments of their first meeting. San has always embraced his chaotic energy, soaking it up like a sponge and giving back to Wooyoung in equal measure. Making it easy for Wooyoung to throw himself into their relationship with what some might call reckless abandon â but San never dropped him. He is never too much for San.
Wooyoung had been too much for you, once. Crashing head-first into your boundaries back when he kissed you; pushing too hard because he did not want to be pushed away. But it only brought you closer, seeking out the places where you can meet each other; where Wooyoung can be himself without compromise without compromising you. Where Wooyoung can taste the word âloveâ in his mouth and see you light up with joy, the same joy that you and San give him in turn.
No, heâll never be too much for you either. He knows that now.
Wooyoung lets out a hoarse, garbled cry at a hard hit of your cock against his prostate, breaking him out of his hazy thoughts and right back to the present, back in the middle of your and Sanâs heated attention and affection. Right where Wooyoung thrives.
Fuck, heâs light-headed. He feels like heâs floating, vaguely hears praise drift to him from both sides. Good boy. Taking it so well. Thatâs what those pretty holes are good for. Heâs drowning in it, barely feeling his body anymore, only the pleasure buzzing through him.
He slowly realises Sanâs fingers are tangled through his hair, helping his head stay up.
Wooyoung moans indulgently, blinking up at him. He can only imagine what a mess San is looking at; Wooyoung can feel the wetness of spittle and tears trailing down his cheeks, his chin, even his throat. Fuck, he wishes you could see it too, what a fucking pathetic wreck he is for you both.
San makes a noise somewhere between a chuckle and a groan as he looks down on Wooyoung. âCockdrunk,â he says, his grin sharp. âCompletely wasted. Can you even handle my load or are you too fucked out to swallow?â
Immediately Wooyoung whines in protest. He can do it, he can do anything for you and San. Doesnât want San to pull out, doesnât want you to stop moving, not yet not now not ever. He swallows around Sanâs cockhead, messily lavishing his tongue against the twitching shaft.
You giggle breathily at Wooyoungâs enthusiasm, squeezing at his hip. âNow San, donât underestimate our Wooyoungie,â you playfully admonish him. âThis is what heâs made for. He can take it.â
Yes yes yes. Agreement sings through Wooyoung as he humps back against you in gratitude. You get it. You understand.
San grunts at the stifled moans around his cock, Wooyoungâs increased efforts causing him to hiss sharply through gritted teeth. He canât last much longer, his fingers tightening in Wooyoungâs hair, breath going pitchy as his hips jerk.
Wooyoung groans when Sanâs cock twitches in his mouth, hot sticky ropes of cum hitting his tongue. Maybe he is a little too fucked out after all, some seed trickling down his chin as he struggles to gulp down every drop with lewd, wet noises.
San pants harshly as he slips out, pumping himself with quick strokes to wrest as much as he can for Wooyoung to take. Finally he wipes the tip on Wooyoung's glossy lips, then nudges him to turn his head and give you a proper view. Your sharp moan lances through Wooyoung's painfully hard cock â but distress takes over when you slow down.
So close, he was so close oh god you canât stop now. Wooyoung sobs pitifully, wiggling his hips as he babbles his wretched pleas.
Your cunt throbs at his desperation, his face flushed red and shiny with bodily fluids. Equal parts guilt and arousal sear through you at the unintentional denial, but fuck your thighs are burning. (Today has given you a whole new appreciation for San's muscle strength.)
âShh, itâs okay, just want you to ride me,â you hum, stroking his quivering thigh. âWanna see that beautiful face when you cum, can you do that for me, Wooyoungie?â
He lets out another choked up sob but nods frantically, whimpering when you pull out to lay down. Shakily he moves to sit in your lap, helped by Sanâs steady hold. Wooyoung whines in relief when you fill him up again, after a fresh coating of lube. He groans at the new angle, throwing his head back.
You rub your hands up and down his thighs, letting your eyes wander over him; his sweat-slicked torso, the veins pulsing in his shaky arms, cock leaking against his stomach. You lightly wrap your fingers around it, causing Wooyoung to stutter out a surprised âAhâ!â
âGo ahead, Woo. Show me,â you tell him breathily, bucking your hips up. âShow me how badly you want to cum on my cock.â
Wooyoung does not need to be told twice. He leans back to brace his hands on your legs, arching his back. The roll of his hips starts slow, easing himself into it, but soon you can see his lithe muscles rippling as he bounces in your lap. There is no restraint in him, his face contorted with pleasure as he whines, gasping every time you buck your hips to meet his. He looks utterly deprived. He is perfect.
San curls up next to you on his side, sluggish in the wake of his own orgasm. He pecks at your shoulder, tracing lazy circles on your stomach, close to where Wooyoung fucks into your hand as he moves. âYou havenât cum yet, have you?â San murmurs, his hot breath fanning across your skin.
âN-not yet,â you admit, âbutââ
But fuck, you are getting close.
Itâs been a long, slow build-up with the base of the strap rubbing against your cunt; not always catching your clit just right, but you have a bit more control now that youâre laying down, to wiggle or guide Wooyoungâs hips. More than that, you are so deeply mesmerised by Wooyoung that his pleasure might as well be your own. Fucking himself seemingly tireless even though heâs gasping for breath, surely reaching his limit. His whiny sobs sear through you, your own breath catching in your throat as you slowly, inevitably, begin to tilt over.
San lets out a low, rumbling chuckle, and slings an arm over you to leisurely play with one of your tits. The light pecks on your shoulder turn to insistent, open-mouthed kisses as San sucks wet bruises into your skin. You bite down a whine as he thumbs at your nipple, your hips bucking up harder into Wooyoung. You move your hand quicker, stubborn to drag Wooyoung right down with you.
âGod, look at you,â you groan, straining to get the words out, âlook so pretty, crying on my cock.â
Wooyoung makes a strangled noise. ââCauseâ âcause it feels so good,â he chokes out. âY-youââ but whatever else he wants to say is drowned out by breathless, high-pitched moans.
You use your last shreds of energy to piston the strap harder into Wooyoung, jostling him in your lap. His body bows forward, hands scrambling to grab onto your shoulders, almost knocking San in the face. San nips at Wooyoungâs wrist, but easily readjusts by latching his mouth onto your breast instead.
You tense up, hips stuttering as you curse under your breath â and then Sanâs teeth sink into the soft, sensitive flesh, biting down. The pain jolts through you like a catalyst, your peak rushing at you; you try to stave it off, try to get Wooyoung there first, but that only makes it chase you faster. The force of it rips through your nerve endings, your nails digging into Wooyoungâs waist as you finally topple over with a ragged cry. Your toes curl almost painfully, body trembling as white-hot sparks fray your senses.
Your eyes try to squeeze shut but you force them open, gasping breathless moans as you stare up at Wooyoung; intent on seeing him succumb before you can fully come down from your own high.
His abdominal muscles flex with tension, his thighs clenching as he threatens to lose his rhythm. You shakily pick up the pace with your hand, sliding over the slick length of his cock. Wooyoung keens and weakly ruts against your strap, keeping constant pressure on your still-twitching cunt. Sanâs fingers wrap around yours, helping you to keep moving while you squirm from the relentless waves rippling through you.
Wooyoung lets out a throttled whine, doubling over as he unravels, spilling a hot and sticky mess all over your fingers and stomach. Your grip on him weakens, but San forces you to keep moving, milking Wooyoung for everything heâs got until heâs shaking uncontrollably on top of you, sobbing out pathetic whimpers.
When San finally takes mercy and lets go, Wooyoung crumples on top of you with a tired moan. The dildo slips out as he burrows himself in your arms, uncaring for the watery strings of cum smeared between your bodies.
âOh fuck⌠that was⌠âs was fucking amazingâŚâ he mumbles, nuzzling against your chest.
You giggle tiredly, running a hand through his sweaty hair. âYes? Did we make a good investment into our future with this one?â
âMhnâŚâ Wooyoung makes a vague noise of affirmation. He seems about ready to pass out, but thereâs still a dazed smile on his face when San tips up his chin. âGood, yeahâŚâ
Sanâs lips curl into a fond smile, chuckling when Wooyoung grouses at being manoeuvred just enough so San can take the harness off of you. He sets the glistening dildo aside for later cleaning, then gives your worn-out cunt an affectionate pat. You whine even at the light touch, but sigh contently when his warm hands massage your sore thighs. Fuck, youâre going to have one hell of a muscle-ache tomorrow.
San grins at your pained expression. âWanted to see Wooyoung ride you, hm?â he teases. âNo other reason for changing that up, Iâm sure.â
âWhat are you insinuating, Choi San?â you grumble, half-heartedly rolling your eyes.
He laughs, continuing to work your aching muscles. âNothing, nothing! Just⌠are you sure you donât want to join me at the gym sometime?â
You make a face at him, at the same time that Wooyoung pipes up, âNu-uh. If you need an extra workout, you can just fuck me some more.â
ââŚThat does sound like a lot more fun than a gym membership,â you accede. âSorry, San.â
San chuckles, shaking his head. âCanât argue with that. Câmon, letâs get that mess cleaned up,â he says, nudging Wooyoung to roll off of from you with a groan.
You take the wet-wipes that San offer you, and clean the dried crusts of cum on Wooyoungâs stomach. His eyes are half-lidded and he hums weakly when you stroke his cheek; you suspect heâll doze off for real soon.
âHm, would be nice if we could find a place that has a bathtube,â you sigh wistfully as you start to clean yourself, yearning for the comfort of a warm soak right now. âThough I guess itâd be hard to find one that fits all three of us.â
âI like that,â San smiles while he tugs a blanket over Wooyoung to make sure he doesnât get cold. âWeâll make it work somehow. We always do.â
âStacked on top of each other?â you suggest playfully.
San pouts. âIâd feel bad for whoever is at the bottom,â he says, utterly earnest â and youâd tease him for it, if your heart didnât burst with affection at his simple, straightforward consideration.
Wooyoung, however, has no such hangups. âThen it has to be you, I guess,â he mumbles with a tired grin.
Sanâs pout intensifies into a sulk, but his face instantly softens when Wooyoung tugs at his and your wrists, wanting you closer. Soon Wooyoung is snuggled up in the middle, embraced from both sides. He groans happily at the gentle kisses San presses against his neck, the featherlight brush of your fingertips over his cheek, your arm slung lazily around him.
You catch Sanâs eyes while Wooyoung dozes off, warmth glowing in your chest at his dimpled smile. He reaches over Wooyoung to rest his hand on your waist, always in need of those little physical threads of connection. You shift your leg to weave another thread, hooking your ankle around his shin. The three of you fitting together perfectly.
âCome on, go talk to him then,â Wooyoung sighs at you in exasperation, one hand on his hip, the other holding a spatula as he waves you off. âYouâve been nosy about him for ages, now you got your chance and youâre in here distracting me instead? No maâam, get your fine ass out there.â
âButââ
Wooyoung gives you no time for excuses, grabbing your shoulders from behind and forcibly ushering you out of the kitchen, to the living area. To San, and to the guy Sanâs talking to.
The ever-illusive, long awaited friend, finally back in town.
Jeong Yunho.
Honestly, you donât even know why youâre nervous about this. Itâs not like Yunho is the first close friend of San and Wooyoung that youâve met; youâve even talked to him before! Just over voice chat, saying âhiâ when San or Wooyoung are gaming with him, but still!
Wooyoungâs photographs have even prepared you for his ridiculously handsome face (seriously, why are all of their friends like this?!), but youâre still caught off guard by his physical presence. Itâs not just his height, though thatâs definitely a factor. Just something about the way he stands in the room, his posture relaxed with an easy confidence. Really, Yunho shouldnât be intimidating; he oozes kindness and reliability, the type of guy who personally makes sure you get home safe after having one drink too many at the bar.
Maybe itâs the glances heâs been casting your way. Something in his thoughtful expression makes you feel like heâs carefully taking your measure. Seizing up if youâre right for his friends.
âŚOr maybe itâs not that deep, and you simply are anxious about making a good impression. After all, this is the guy who helped San to work through his insecurities, and even introduced him to Wooyoung. Without him, youâd never have ended up in this cosy arrangement with them.
While you cautiously go up to him and San, Wooyoung calls out from the kitchenette.
âOi, Sannie, can you help me out with something!â
Oh, that bastard.
You look over your shoulder to fire a glare at Wooyoung, but he just grins back at you. You roll your eyes, sigh out those nerves, and go over to Yunho. San gives you a wink as he walks past, and also gives your ass a light smack. Yeah. Figures.
Yunhoâs big brown eyes shine with curiosity as you approach him.
âSo. Youâre San and Wooyoungâs⌠friend, right?â he says, with the slightly hesitant tone of someone who knows heâs dealing with a square hole but only has round pegs to try and fit in there. âNice to finally meet you in person.â
âYeah, same,â you smile back at him, internally cursing Wooyoung into the special circle of hell reserved for backstabbing traitors. âAnd âfriendâ is not inaccurate, no,â you allow, trying for a shy grin. âWeâre still workshopping it out! The latest idea was that I call the guys my âumbrellasâ, but⌠yeah. Maybe a little more time in the workshop for that one.â
âUmbrellas?â Yunho blinks in confusion, but it only takes a split second before understanding breaks out on his face. âAhh, got it â âWoosanâ.â He giggles, hiding his mouth behind his hand. You canât lie; itâs pretty dang cute. âSan came up with that one, didnât he?â
âHe did!â you giggle with Yunho, the shared laugh helping you to relax. âWas real proud of it too!â
With the discovery of a common ground between you (a penchant for lovingly poking fun at San and Wooyoung), you loosen up and fall into light conversation. His laugh is easy and his jokes are playful, and itâs soon obvious to you why the guys are so attached to him.
Apparently Yunho is coming to a similar conclusion about you, eyeing you with a thoughtful expression.
âYou know, to be honest I was surprised to hear San and Wooyoung wanted to try something with a third. Really surprised,â he chuckles awkwardly, scratching his cheek. âSan was pretty clear he wanted a closed relationship. But⌠yeah. I can see it. Makes sense.â
He nods, and something has softened in his eyes while he talked. Suddenly you have the distinct impression that you werenât wrong for feeling like Yunho was taking your measure.
A small smile curves around your lips at Yunhoâs simple observation, your eyes glancing to the kitchenette where San is âhelpingâ Wooyoung by stealing food and getting in his way. âI mean, none of us really planned for me to stick around like this,â you point out, feeling oddly timid. âWe didnât plan for any of this to shake out this way. It just⌠did.â
Yunho hums in acknowledgement. âYeah, thatâs just how things go sometimes, isnât it,â he says, his smile crooked. âWell, whatever you end up calling this, they seem real happy with how itâs going. If theyâre your umbrellas, whatâd that make you? Their parka?â he teases.
âOh hell no!â you splutter. âVeto, veto! Donât you dare put that idea into their heads, Iâd rather make do without any labels at all, thankyouverymuch!â
âAlright, I wonât!â Yunho giggles again at your indigence, round cheeks lifted by his laugh. âLabel or no label, whichever way works for you, right? And clearly this works.â
You glance at San and Wooyoung again, bubbles of warmth popping in your chest at the sight of them. San has abandoned all pretence at being helpful, his chest pressed against Wooyoungâs back and arms wrapped around his waist, trying to smooch him while Wooyoung is completely focused on the food.
San is the one who sees you watching them first, his cheeks dimpling at you in a soft smile. Wooyoung quickly notices Sanâs attention wandering, but his vaguely offended expression fades when he catches your eye, replaced by a cheeky grin. (Ugh fine, yes his stupid little plan worked.)
âYeah, it works,â you say quietly to Yunho, feeling San and Wooyoungâs affection wrap around you even all the way from the other side of the room. It really does.
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Okay so the poll results were for an OC captain, though it was close enough that I still hesitate to name him in the canon of the fic.
Iâm also going to be taking my time fleshing out his character because itâs been a while since I made an OC. So please be patient while I add tidbits here and there to build his character.
Content: safe/sane/consensual sex, descriptions of scars, mentions of past torture
Nikto beats you and Nova twice out of three rounds â but thatâs no surprise. The man moves like a machine. Even against two opponents he controls the battlefield like a chess master. Neither you nor Nova take it to heart, especially since he always gives you both advice at the end, helping you to improve.
Heâs a great partner, a great teammate; youâre sure to show him your appreciation after sparring with a kiss to his nose-plate. His hands spasm on yours as he helps you unwind your wraps, gloved thumb sweeping over your bare palm.
âYou did good today,â he says, voice rough and accent thick. He must be pissed about earlier still, when Ghost and Soap threw your matches with them.
âSo did you,â you reply, squeezing his hand in return.
âStay with me tonight?â He asks.
You damn near melt. Nikto has an open invitation to your room, but his is a sacred place, only for him unless otherwise specified. That heâs asking you to come to his tonightâŚ
âAbsolutely,â you reply, squeezing his hand. âI just need to see the captain first. Okay?â
He grunts in understanding, eyes flicking to the door the 141 left through earlier. He mutters something in Russian â some insult about goats and mothers you think.
âYeah, exactly,â you reply, voice dropping with simmering irritation.
A good spar with him and Nova has helped ground you a bit, but it hasnât helped the anger. You donât spar any of your team with anger; they donât deserve.
Luckily, you and your captain worked something out a while ago when youâre feeling a bit⌠aggressive.
âCap?â You call, still holding Niktoâs hand. âCould I stop by for a nightcap later?â
His eyes flash, a sinful twist to the corner of his mouth. âYeah, babygirl. Iâll leave the door unlocked.â
Over his shoulder, you see Nova arch her eyebrows and Keegan grin wicked into his water bottle. Gossip fiends.
âShowers. Now,â the cap says, slapping them both on the ass. âDouble time. I need to have a word with Price still.â
â
Long after the sun has gone down, youâre standing outside your captainâs door. Take a breath. Remind yourself of your mantra. He wants you, always will, and heâs going to take care of you.
Then loosen your shoulders, unboxing all the frustration and aggression you set aside earlier. Feel it burn through you, make your hands twitch in and out of fists.
One more inhale, and then you shove the door open.
âThere you are,â he rumbles. âCâmere.â
You flash your teeth, âNo.â
He tilts head back and forth, cracking his neck. âAlright then.â
Thereâs no real fight. Youâre not looking to get away or actually hurt him. And heâs not looking to actually make you submit. Thatâs not the point of this game.
He strides across the room and shoves you back, pins your shoulder to the wall. You grip at his forearm, nails scraping, and squirming as the hot, hard length of his body squishes you flat.
âSettle,â he orders.
âFuck you,â you snarl back, nipping his lip.
He growls, tangling a hand in your hair and tipping your head back. Leaves a searing trail of kisses down your throat, bites a bruise into your collarbone. You wriggle and fuss all the while, safely held still and supported by his hands and body.
âBrat,â he rasps in your ear.
âIâm not,â you snap.
âOh, yes you are, babygirl,â he replies, a mean smirk on his flushed face. âBut thatâs alright, I like you bad.â
He pulls you from the wall, bullies you onto the bed. You try to grab at him, get him under you. He doesnât indulge like he normally would. Pins you on your back so that you can keep fighting, yanking at your wrists in his firm grip, pushing your hips up to grind into his as if trying to flip you both.
He slots his hips between your thighs, positions just his knees under your ass so that your back is arched, shoulders on the mattress. Limits your mobility, but that doesnât stop you from kicking at air, making half-angry, half-desperate noises in the back of your throat.
âGonna say please like a good girl?â He teases.
âNo,â you hiss back.
He has the audacity to chuckle, which just riles you up more. (Itâs supposed to). You curse as he works a hand beneath your shirt, palms at your bare breasts and pinches your nipples until they ache. You gasp like a pornstar, surprised and turned on.
âPretty noise,â he coos. âDo it again.â
When he twists, you mewl, face immediately burning up as you renew your âeffortsâ to get away. All it does is make the treatment rougher than if you just laid still and took it, but thatâs what you want, what feels good. A little edge to the pleasure as adrenaline and energy electrify you from head to toe.
He grinds against you, cotton of your loose shorts sticking against your soaked cunt. Christ you were turned on before you even barged in. Now youâre fucking throbbing for it.
âGimme,â you grit out, rocking against him. Gears successfully shifted from physically taking control to just ordering him around.
âGive you what, brat?â He goads, slapping your pussy. The thin fabric muffles the sting, but it sends a white-hot ache through you that makes your eyes roll. âMy cock? You think you deserve it?â
Another slap. You cry out, notice the sly look on his face when he notices that youâve soaked through your shorts.
âYes,â you reply, all confidence and reckless arrogance.
He yanks his underwear down to mid thigh, thick cock springing up to smack lewdly against his toned stomach. Precum smears over the pale scars there, sticks in the trail of groomed hair there.
âYeah?â He growls. âAlright then.â
He yanks the crotch of your shorts aside (you hear stitches pop) and then heâs plunging into you. Itâs too much all at once and you cry as much, knees squeezing around his tattooed ribs.
âFuck.â His voice is shredded, so rough and low you feel it more than hear it. He lets your wrists go to grip at your ass, grinding deeper. Can feel the fat head of his cock bullying at your cervix, his favorite passtime while you adjust to the thick base of him.
âHow does that feel, babygirl?â He murmurs in your ear. âYou needed daddyâs cock, huh? Needed it to set you right again?â
You whimper out a curse at him, gripping at his biceps. He croons mockingly, thumb slipping between your bodies to press at your clit. Not rubbing or grinding, but just pressing. Just the right amount to make you sweat and pant, start trying to squirm to get any friction at all.
He lets you â could stop you if he wanted, or pull away entirely â but he likes winding you up like this. Likes seeing all that vicious energy turned to seeking pleasure from him.
âFucking move,â you try to snarl, but your voice breaks midway through and comes out more pleading than youâd like.
âWhat was that, babydoll? Are you talking to me?â He teases, rolling his hips.
Your mouth falls open, a moan ripping from your chest, deep and needy.
âDaddy, move,â you cry, voice going up in pitch.
âThereâs my brat.â
He pushes one of your knees up against your chest and slams into you. You scream and he doesnât even try to cover your mouth, whispering filth as he tilts your hips for the best angle with his other hand. Fucks into you deep and rough, grinning at the obscenely wet noises every time he plunges into you.
Can practically feel him fucking your cervix open to get just that little bit deeper. Licks his lips when he sees the little bump in your stomach. You give as good as you get, squeezing down tight, bouncing to meet him, nails scoring lines down his back and shoulders.
âGonna ask daddy to make you cum?â He goads.
âEarn it,â you reply.
He laughs and pulls out, flips you onto your stomach while youâre still dizzy with emptiness. Hikes your hips up and sinks into you like coming home. Your knees almost give out but thatâs fine by him, heâs plenty strong enough to hold you up all on his own, using you like a noisy little toy for his own benefit.
âFuuuuck,â you whine, feeling overwhelmed, pleasured tears gathering in your eyes. Then, in a whisper, âDaddyâŚâ
âFeel like being good yet?â He asks. A large, rough hand circles that back of your neck and pins you face down to the mattress.
âN-no,â you whine, fight gone out of you now that youâre getting exactly what you want.
Fuck it feels so, so good. Every inch bullying you wide open and loose, so wet youâre dripping down your own thighs, wetting his ball as they slap against you. You feel split open and pinned, unable to do anything but take it, tortured stupid on ecstasy. He licks a stripe up your back before pressing you down prone, ankles locked around yours to keep you open and accessible.
âSâalright, doll, donât need to be good to be mine.â
Heâs barely pulling out halfway before ramming home now. You can barely get a breath in, the weight of him pressing whatever resistance was left right out of you.
âDaddy, daddy,â you sob. âFuck, I wanâ it.â
âWant it, huh?â
âMhmm,â you moan, pressing your face into your arms. Cant your hips just that little bit to get him abusing that bundle of nerves.
âOh, right there, huh?â He coos. âDid daddy find your little sweet spot?â
A series of short, ruthless thrusts right there, making incoherent, desperate noises fall from your mouth. Before you realize it, heâs wedged a hand beneath your hips and has two fingers toying with your poor, neglected clit.
ââM gonna⌠f-fuck, fuck,â you whine, writhing (or at least trying to) against him. Not sure if youâre trying to urge him on or get away. Doesnât matter, heâs in charge, has been since the beginning. âDaddy, I wannaâŚâ
âWhenever you want, babygirl,â he replies, voice going all warm and gooey. Your chest hitches. âSqueeze around me nice and tight. Let me feel you cum on my cock.â
Didnât realize that was what you needed, but you fucking scream as you clench down around him, stars bursting behind your closed eyes. He fucks you through it, tapping against your g-spot again and again until you dissolve into a weak, wet whimpers.
âDaddyyyy,â you whine.
And that sets him off, flooding you with heat. He loses control for a second as his hips jerk, pounding brutally into your oversensitive, swollen pussy. Makes a few tears finally slip down, soaking into the sheets along with your drool. The sound of him groaning as he cums makes you spasm around him again, a little aftershock that milks the last of his release.
âThatâs it, easy,â he groans, brushing kisses over your trembling shoulders. âEasy, doll.â
He lies over you for a few minutes, letting you feel him there. Right there with you. Breathing and recovering, holding you through the endorphin rush. When you squirm a bit, he eases off you, cock slipping out. You shiver at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you, glassy eyes fluttering.
âCâmere,â he soothes, tugging you in. Lying on his side, he hitches one of your thighs up over his hip, tucks your arms between your chests and rests his stubbly chin on your temple. You splay your fingers over his peck, over the bold, dark symbol for SpecGru. Feel his heart settling back into rhythm and sigh, snuggling in.
The hormone drop is a monster on your emotions, often leaves you shivery and lonely, a little sick in your own body. First time you did this with him ended in tears, expecting him to get up and leave. He didnât, never has, but you both learned that as much physical contact as possible in the aftermath eases the comedown away from a total crash.
âYou did so well, babygirl,â he whispers, leaving kisses everywhere he can reach without dislodging you. âSuch a good girl. Even if you think youâre being bad.â
You flush, hide your face against his neck. He chuckles, honeybalm on your soul. Can feel his hand start to move, then pause as he remembers that you canât handle that stimulation right after sex. So he just squeezes, slow and gentle, helps get you back in your body.
âI still want you,â he assures, echoing your mantra back at you. âAlways will. Youâre mine.â
You outline a heart shape onto his forearm, not quite able to speak yet. He recognize the feeling though and gently guides your face up to place a slow, gentle kiss to your lips.
âLove you, too, babygirl. Ready to clean up?â
You nod. He eases you up, lets you cling onto his hand as he walks you to the en suite. Fills you a glass of cool water to sip on while he gets the shower running. Turns his back while you use the restroom and wash your hands, then guides you into the hot water.
You lean into him, near boneless, as he washes you, calloused palms with soap instead of a cloth. Then sits still, hands on your hips, while you return the favor. This part is one of the most important for you, getting to freely return touch.
(Simon hardly ever let you touch, especially in the aftermath. Sure, you could scratch and grip at him during sex, but during foreplay it was all part of his dom persona that you couldnât just touch at will. And afterwards⌠well. Itâs not like he didnât do aftercare. He did! But the almost formulaic warm cloth wipe down, glass of water, doze for a bit before he left was not⌠not ideal. Not like this.)
Your captain hums, eyes half-lidded but trained on you, while you smooth your palms over the firms planes of his muscles. Fingers tracing over tattoos and scars. Squishing and patting at the healthy layer of tissue over his stomach and thighs. Lets you nuzzle and kiss his soft cock, even though it makes his fingers twitch with oversensitivity.
Squeezes when you lace fingers together to stretch his arm out, inspecting the lines your nails carved into him.
âMâokay, baby,â he says before you can ask. âFeels good.â
You similarly assure him over the bruises on your wrists and hips, smiling and leaning up to kiss his jaw.
When the shower is over, he dries you off, playfully ruffling your hair just to kiss the pout off your lips. He dresses you in one of his shirts and a spare pair of your own joggers, found in his duffel.
You sit with him for a while longer still, enjoying how he lets himself relax once he knows youâre taken care of. He lies with his head on your chest, your fingers fluffing his hair, while the two of you watch an episode of some stupid show Keegan got the rest of the team into.
Only when itâs over does he ask if youâre ready to go to Niktoâs. If you wanted to stay, you could. Nikto would understand. But youâre looking forward to a night with your quiet Russian while the other three have a little movie night.
At the door, you kiss your captain goodnight. Hug and kiss Keegan and Nova as you pass them in the hall headed to his room. Nova makes a point of kissing one of the bruises on your wrist, while Keegan whispers that he loves you.
You pad to the first door in the hall, where Nikto has stationed himself as the team guard dog. You tap gently at the door, a pre-determined pattern to let him know who it is.
The door cracks open, one startling blue eye peering from the darkness.
âEvening, Nik,â you coo.
A hand reaches out and gently yanks you inside. And then next thing you know, youâre wrapped up in thick arms devoid of any usual covering. You feel smothered, in a good way.
âLove,â he rasps in Russian into your hair.
You hum in return. Place your palms flat on his abdomen. The muscles clench, you pause as you realize his abs, impressive as they are, feel too defined. He needs water. Taking mental note, you draw your hands carefully around, feeling the raised bumps of wicked scars. Make sure he can track exactly where and how youâre touching until your arms are wrapped around him in a return hug.
âSmell good,â he murmurs.
âYeah?â You giggle. âShowered just for you.â
He snorts, then scoops you up. You make a delighted noise, wrapping your arms around his neck as he carries you across the room. Of course his navigation is impeccable, even in pitch black. He lays you down on the bed, but before he can crawl up with you, you place a hand on his shoulder.
âYouâre dehydrated.â
He makes an annoyed noise, sounds like heâs about to protest. You shush him with a quick peck to his chest.
âGet a glass please? I could use some water myself.â
Which has him instantly moving. You politely turn away as the bathroom light flicks on, the water runs. Can hear him chug two entire glasses before he fills it one final time. The light turns off again. The bed dips as he returns, presses the cool edge gently to your cheek.
âThank you,â you murmur, sipping about a quarter of it to appease him before he sets aside for you on a bedside table.
And then he gets what he really wants, stripping you down and tucking you in like a nesting bird. Practically on top of you while youâre still reeling from how much skin you can feel. Even during intimacy, he tends to stay clothed or mostly clothed. But right now all you can feel is a pair of underwear against your bare ass. Everywhere else itâs miles of warm skin, uncovered muscle and texture of scars.
âThis is nice,â you coo. âCan I kiss you?â
âYes.â
You wiggle around until youâre chest to chest. Start with his hands. Kiss each smooth fingertip, prints flayed off. Then his palms, the divots from nails driving through. Flip them over to kiss his scarred knuckles, smile at the way he twitches, flexing them outward like heâs trying not to close his hand.
âOkay?â You ask.
âYes.â
You kiss his wrists, his forearms, to his collarbone. Youâve peeked a blue-black tattoo there before. Stars and the start of something that might be religious. Spend a little extra time there, tongue peeking out. He shifts; you take it as a sign of discomfort and move on.
âHere next,â he says when you dip to go to his chest.
He guides your face up his neck, where you press long (but chaste) kisses until you bump his jaw. And realize thatâs all skin too.
âOh,â you breathe. âCan IâŚ?â
âYes.â
You feather your lips along his fresh-shaved jaw, the nicked scars on his chin. Then up, ignoring the wicked scar along his cheek. Breathe against his temple, feeling dizzy with the trust heâs showing you.
âI love you,â you whisper, continuing along to his nose, twice broken and poorly set each time. A line over one nostril where a piercing was ripped out. He makes a noise in his throat, think he might be having trouble speaking again. Donât mind.
He lets you get down to his mouth, where a particularly twisted scar warps part of his upper lip away from his teeth. You think that if you saw it in the light, his canine would be visible. His lower lip is uneven too, like a misaligned seam.
You donât pay any special attention to any of it, focused more on reacquainting yourself with how your mouth fits with his. He doesnât lead, doesnât rush or pull or press. But thereâs tension all along his body, everywhere you touch. You donât ask for more than a chaste kiss, and when you pull away, you tilt your forehead gently against his.
âStill okay?â You ask.
âStill okay.â
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here - have some hcs about how the RE8 women would help you when youâre feeling a bit down! Bc we all know stress would be a lot easier to handle with some of our fave evil women by our side <3 â¤ď¸đđđ
RE8 WOMEN COMFORTING YOU WHEN STRESSED/UPSET
ALCINA
-> In my mind Alcina sort of freaks out the first time she sees you get really stressed
-> sheâs not been comforted much herself in her life, so sheâs not entirely sure how to do it.
-> at first, sheâs a tad maternal about the whole thing. sheâs accustomed to comforting her daughters, however - she soon learns thereâs a difference between the comfort of a mother and the comfort of a partner
-> and so with time, I reckon Alcina shifts and grows into an excellent partner to have around in instances of stress. sheâs calm, sheâs cool and collected. sheâll reason with you and rationally talk you down from your stress - before doing something with you to take your mind off it. maybe going for a walk or taking you on a date.
-> either way, your stress always dissipates with Alcinaâs help.
BELA
-> Ugh. She can relate.
-> Bela is a stressed girlie herself, itâs something sheâs accustomed to - therefore itâs something sheâs used to dealing with.
-> Sheâd be very helpful. Sheâd talk it through with you, I reckon Bela is a great listener - and sheâd hold you close whilst letting you talk about it for as long as you need.
-> picture this, your head on Belaâs chest, her fingers slowly stroking and combing through your hair whilst you tell her about all your worries, and she softly hums and nods along. being there for you every step of the way. who wouldnât feel better?
CASSANDRA
-> lmao
-> Cassandra is the love of my life, so I can confidently admit that for a while babygirl would have NO IDEA what sheâs doing
-> I think Cassandra is a very rational woman, and so seeing you upset immediately makes her think thereâs some sort of immediate threat that needs sorting out.
-> so her initial reaction might be more⌠panicked than the calm and cool response you might see from the rest of her family members
-> however once you assure her youâre in no harm or danger, sheâll calm down, and then she can get to comforting you.
-> because sheâs so rational, Cassie is EXCELLENT at providing advice for your situation.
-> sheâll sort whateverâs upsetting you out instantly. sheâs just that good.
-> and, of course, sheâll do her best to comfort you along the way. Pressing a kiss to your forehead and reminding you how proud she is of you. Iâm in love.
DANIELA
-> babygirl is like a KOALA BEAR
-> when Dani can tell your stressed/generally upset, sheâll cling to you. cuddling up with you as much as she can and not letting you go.
-> âoh my poor baby! come here, lie down with me.â
-> sheâll pepper your face with kisses. all whilst letting you complain all you need about whateverâs getting you down.
-> sheâll also join in on the complaining. which is just⌠so funny?
-> âugh, Iâm sorry about your boss my loveâŚ. she sounds like a total jerk!â â⌠you donât know her, Dani.â âStill!â
-> itâs just very loving from her. as she is with everything. sheâll hold your hand and kiss you softly and tell you how loved you are, and remind you that youâll always have her.
DONNA
-> the first time she sees you stressed or upset - DONNA. FREAKS. OUT.
-> somehow even more than Cassandra and Alcina combined.
-> however, as time passes and you guys get to know each other more and more⌠Donna becomes amazing?
-> she can instantly tell when somethings getting you down. and from there she acts as a silent but strong presence. sheâll guide you through whateverâs getting you down.
-> her go to plan is to run the pair of you a bath, and then cook you dinner. I head cannon Donna is an EXCELLENT cook and she knows how to cook up a comforting and hearty dish thatâll make you feel just better.
-> sheâs very good at dealing with the emotional aspect of it all. she might not always know exactly what advice to give, but she is an EXCELLENT listener and sheâll always do her absolute best to calm you down. rubbing your back and holding you close, wiping your tears if needs be.
-> (can you tell im a massive Donna girlie?)
MIRANDA
-> surprisingly, sheâs excellent.
-> Mirandaâs well accustomed, in my mind, to dealing with you being upset/stressed about a situation.
-> she knows if you need comforting or advice.
-> if itâs comforting you need, sheâll pull out all the stops. running you a bath, rubbing your back, letting you talk it out.
-> if itâs advice you need, Miranda is excellent. sheâll help you sort your situation out as quick as possible.
-> no matter what, sheâll brew you a cup of tea and remind you not to let things get you down. she reminds you of the importance of only concerning yourself with what you can control.
-> sheâll tell you how well youâre doing, and how loved you are. kissing you softly and resting your forehead against hers. she makes the world calm down for you.
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Hi asmi itâs me do u have any life advice because good omens is making mine fall apart ngl
*wobbles into my overflowing askbox that I have got to get through sorry maggots it's been a while* *sneezes* *squints through watering eyes* AIGHT CLEARLY I'M IN THE BEST POSSIBLE STATE TO GIVE LIFE ADVICE.
GIRD YOUR LOINS AND HEAR THE WISDOM OF THE GOOD OMENS MASCOT:
Some days even getting out of bed is a struggle and that's perfectly valid and okay
Cry and puke when your body says you need to I swear it feels much better after
If you get arrested don't call the cops babygirls
If someone hasn't watched good omens, don't shut up about it until they do
If people consistently make you feel horrible then they're not right for you no matter how much they love you or you love them
Pay attention on the metro/subway/bus and don't miss your stop because you were listening to WAP and thinking gay thoughts
"Fuck it we ball" does not apply to situations that require highly skilled labour of a skill you do not possess
It's always a bad idea to be strongly opinionated about things you are not educated about
Don't make decisions based on fear
Do, however, make decisions after calculating actual risks
If someone says Good Omens is heterosexual and cis, pity them and move on
Just because you feel scared doesn't mean something bad is going to happen, that's called emotional reasoning and it's a logical fallacy
Time spent being happy is equally productive as time spent doing work
Time spent thinking about Crowley and Aziraphale is also equally productive if someone argues with that worry not I'll bite their toes for you
Expiry dates are not a suggestion
Neither was the Geneva convention
You are loved <3
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writing in to rec smoke signals by virgomoom
smoke signals by virgomoom
Rating: Teen and Up
40,568 words, 13/13 chapters
Archive Warning: No Warnings
Tags: Bisexual Steve Harrington, Gay Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Wears Glasses, Recreational Drug Use, Steve Harrington Needs a Hug, Mike Wheeler Being an Idiot, Eddie Munson is Whipped, Good Babysitter Steve Harrington, No beta we die like Barb, Eddie wants Steve so bad its embarrassing, Fulfilling my Steve Harrington Babygirl Agenda, Not Canon Compliant - Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Everybody Lives, Disabled Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Confused Mike Wheeler, Steve Harrington cannot give advice, Steve Harrington-centric, Steve Harrington Wears Short Shorts, Steve Harrington Has Nightmares, Eddie Munson Calls Steve Harrington Pet Names, minor alcohol abuse but not really steve just goes through it for a second, Idiots in Love, Overuse of italics, god i hope this plot makes sense remembering plot details is so hard, eddie munson is an idiot but he's MY idiot, we love a nancy/steve platonic friendship, byers/hopper siblings supremacy
Summary:
âHere, Stevie, let me raise you an offer. When youâre done with work tonight, come over to my place and Iâll smoke you up, free of charge, and then you can decide whether Iâm worthy enough to be your primary dealer.â "Fine." _____ Steve can't sleep, so Eddie extends a helping hand.
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Felt the need to come have a wee chat to you in your inbox 𩷠wondered if you had any advice for me as I'm trying to start writing for the avatar fandom here and there? Ive already done a couple of pieces but 𤡠any advice would be greatly appreciated đ also constructive criticism if you happen to take a look at what I've done (tho you absolutely do not have to ofccc) Ty babes have the loveliest day/night
I would say the best thing to do is read other peopleâs pieces so you have more info for your fic, and then just start writing! Just let everything flow together. And if you get stuck with something Iâm always happy to help. Because when I posted my first fic I was anxious asfff but I asked my some of my mutuals to give me advice and proofread it and thatâs exactly what they did! So Iâm glad you reached out to me of all people like𼚠youâre the sweetest frlđŠˇđŠˇ
Here are some more of my tips bc I didnât say a lot in this âŹď¸:
- when you read other peopleâs fics, make sure itâs the same topic as yours (so like smut,fluff, angst)
- try to avoid usin the word âsaidâ or âsaysâ, I usually will look up other words on safari or Pinterest bc they always help me out. But also itâs not the end of the world if you do use them, just donât make it a habit ofc.
- make sure you put warnings, a summary(if you want), and translation(if you want), but warnings are the most important! Just to make sure people know wtf they ab to readđ
- in your fics make sure to talk about their tails and ears, bc i always do that since i like the visual it gives (especially if youâre writing a smutty story đŠ)
- add periods and comas in the right places. And I know that seems obvious but I always forget to do it, even after Iâve proofread 3 timesđ
- and adding to this âŹď¸ when the character your writing for calls reader a pet name or vise versa, always put a coma before or after the pet name, depending on what your writing. So like: âwhatâs up, baby?â Or âmama, come here.â
- when you write dialogue, putting an action before the talking is what I like to do best. Idk why but it just flows better for me and I just like it. So for example:
âYou brushed the two braids that hung infront of his face behind his ear. Catching his attention quickly as he looked at you with pretty amber eyes filled with confusion, brows furrowed together. âCome on, yawntu, I wanna show you something.â You purr before grabbing his hand and tugging him up, both of you racing to the forest together.â
- donât forget capitals and punctuation! I do that a lot in my fics, thatâs why proofreading is so important.
- adding to this âŹď¸ tho, PROOFREADDD!! Itâll save you from embarrassment I promise đ Iâll always catch a word I spelled wrong or Iâll add something in or take something out and just fix my fic to my liking. But even if you donât thatâs fine!! People on this side of tumblr are always here to help with little mistakes made in your fics or theyâll just ignore it and fill it in mentally, bc we all know what youâre tryna say.
- also when youâre trying to focus on a characterâs emotions, try to describe it with their speech and expressions. Example:
With expressions: âYou threw your things down and sat on the bed with a huff. Brows knit tightly together and lips curled up in anger.â
With speech:âLeave me alone, *name*! I donât wanna talk right now!â You shout at your mate, guilt slowly pooling into your stomach when you see his ears pin to his head, tail swaying behind him sadly. Causing your expression to soften as you walk over to him.â
- use italics,colors, and bold to make the story more interesting and dramatic. (A personal favorite of mine)
Example:
âHe picks you up swiftly, saying a quick goodbye to his friends before storming to your shared hut. âYou just love making me mad, donât you, babygirl?â He growls, the anger radiating off of him making you stay silent. âAnswer me.â He says sternly as he slaps your thigh. Hard. âY..yes..â tone barely above a whisper, but it was loud enough for him to pick up on. Making a pleased smirk appear on his face before he opens the flaps to your hut.â
- the most important of all is to have fun!! Donât overthink anythin and js let everything flow naturally. You got this baby<33
Here are some of the people whose fics Iâve read and learned from! I hope they help you out as much as they did for međŠˇ: @pandorxxx @pandorxxx @plooto @sweethoneycn @tiredmamaissy @teyamsatan @tallulah477 @tiyawnyana @teymars @hotdsworld @blue-slxt @neteyamssyulang @neteyamswillow @neteyamkink @neteyamsyawntu @atxxokirina @sulieykte @wheneclipsefalls @eyweveng @zafrinaxyz @inlovewithpandora @iseeyou-neteyam
I hope this helped you out! And my dms are open if you need any more help from me<33
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â how the boxers react to being flirted with â
Sorry for dissapearing (again), i was busy damaging my hearing, enjoy my woobification teehee
Glass Joe
- Really depends on how you flirt with him, if its poetic or really straightforward hes gonna turn into a tomato
- hes not giggling, its just your imagination nuh uh
- he def rolls in bed like a rotisserie chicken while thinking about ur pick up line
- hes gonna try to flirt back until its just a competition of who blushes the hardest
Von Kaiser
- actual jaw drop from him, the more poetic the better
- in shock, his brain literally turns off
- has to check his pulse because GODDAMN his heart is beating harder than usual (You may have a heart palpitation, kaiser)
- you live rent free in his head now congratulations
Disco Kid
- right back at you, if youre a bit too straightforward he may need to tell you to slow down
- youre getting a response IMMEDIATLY. And i mean it, fresh out of the oven, thrown at you with some sprinkles on top
- giggling while he calls you cute names like sweetie, honey, baby etc etc
King Hippo
- nice try, HES AROACE!! (GET HEADCANONED IDIOT!!)
- he laughs it off while making it clear hes not into you or anyone
- flattered though, appreciates the fact that you were willing to go out of your way to approach him
- if he was not aroace or only ace, he'd just smile, the more poetic you go with him the better you have chance of making him go red
Piston Hondo
- hes suddenly cosplaying a cherry
- loves poetic rizz, will definitely go back at you until both of your flirting attempts sound like two lovers mailing each other in opposite sides of the world while one is at war
- if youre straightforward he just gets flabbergasted, like what do you mean there isnt a build up for it with 20 poems inbetween??
- cant focus rest of the day, hes internally screaming off a mountain
- the sight of you just makes his ability to focus evaporate
- draws and/or writes about you rest of the day
Great Tiger
- if you use something clever you can get a small blush out of him
- if you're the type to go for poetic lines youre gonna need to call 911 because his soul literally vanishes from existence, tiger dont go into the light stay with us PLEASE
- has to have his clones give him flirting advice because his flirting skills are not there (like 80% of my hearing)
- his flirting attempts are just "damn, are you a construction worker?, because you are a building." no matter how much he tries
Bear Hugger
- he makes his reactions clear, literally emotes while you flirt with him
- if youre poetic or straightforward he literally just says "woah"
- he just turns into that one cartoon wolf im not kidding, literal "ohh mama hubba hubba" from this man
- his flirting style is very straightforward, not "hey babygirl" type but "youre so pretty i would leave all my belongings and change my identity if it ment i could hold your hand" type, do you understand??
Don Flamenco
- replies 1.2 seconds after you, he needs to have the last word here (or last rizz in this case)
- literal mirror, the more more straightforward & atrocious your lines are the more straightforward his are going to be until it devolves into both of you sounding down bad, when they go low, he goes lowER
- poetic lines makes him have a heart attack
- its actually possible to fluster him
- unironically says babygirl to anyone hes flirting with when approaching, it doesnt matter how tall, strong or flirty you are, your gender doesnt matter, he can and will call you babygirl, its a gender neutral term for him, corners you while doing it
Aran Ryan
- evil cackling, if you put a organ over his laugh you suddenly get a scooby doo villain, he sounds less like hes flustered and more like hes about to detonate a nuclear bomb
- unhinged lines, ends up getting restraining orders thrown at him
- brings things he finds cool to flirt, ranging from flowers to rocks (he was a evil crow in a past life trust me his left eyebrow told me)
- cartwheels away
Soda Popinski
- maniacal giggling, even if its not THAT good & ridiculously straightforward
- his pick up lines unintentionally sound like god tier shitposts & end up working somehow
- corners you (in the romantic way) if you're really direct
- has the silliest giggle when flustered, literal "hehe" coming from this man that could snap you in half if he wanted to
Bald Bull
- you think the others are bad at handling flirting?? Then you havent seen bald bull because OH MY GOD HES ABOUT TO LITERALLY FLY OFF THE EARTH
- hes actually fairly difficult to fluster but once you find his weak spot hes gone from there
- cannot flirt back, blurts something dumb out like "sorry im all red pretty people make me nauseous"
- he literally goes (> - <) when blushing & covers his face with his hands
- the more direct you are the closer he gets to passing out
- stutters a lot (omg y/n is that you)
- Bull, this is bottom behavior
- people use the most unhinged pick up lines on him, someone once told him "let me milk you."
- his hands automatically go đđ if hes too flustered
Super Macho Man
- Stop boosting his ego please, he may be flustered but youre kinda enabling him
- dumbest pick up lines
- also another unironic "hey babygirl" user
- if he doesnt know what to do he just throws money & valuables, 5000 dollars be upon ye
Mr Sandman
- oh my god he has the sweetest smile ever (if you dont go too straightforward), he doesnt blush a whole lot but he just chuckles a bit
- if youre direct, his jaw also drops like huh??
- his weak spots are poems & small gifts
- a little bit dense but once he gets it he smiles like crazy
- giggling kicking his feet whenever he remembers that
#punch out#headcanon#punch out wii#don flamenco#punch out headcanons#bald bull#piston hondo#glass joe#aran ryan#great tiger#von kaiser#bear hugger
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Hey. So. I just had a thought. Totally out of the blue. What about OFMD characters as Tarot cards, huh? Whadaya think? Totally unprompted thought.
Wow, what a strange and interesting thought to have without any kind of cue at all... đ¤
Okay disclaimer. This isn't going to have everyone or tbh even most of 'em, because this post is fully brought to you by how no character has more perfectly exemplified The Hermit to me before and not much else.
Stede + The Fool
I think Stede and Ed both fit this very well (among other characters). I had a plan a while back to draw a card where Stede was The Fool upright and Ed was The Fool Reversed except instead of The Fool and The Fool Reversed it was Fuck Around and Find Out, but then I couldn't find reference pics I liked and I actually can't draw. So. But anyway. I don't feel like I need to defend this pick? Stede is at the beginning of the journey of his life and he's got a youthful energy because of that, but he's ill prepared and needs guidance!
Ed + The Devil
Fave card alert. Ed has a pretty clear "dark side" that he believes he can keep separate from his "good side" - which of course is not possible, they coexist. This dark side consists of his temper, his traumatic past, his self loathing, etc, all things brought up in The Devil. He also tries to satisfy these darker things with instant gratification type shit - drugs, sex(? metaphorical? who can say what he's been doing to Izzy or not askfjsk, but at least it was literal with Jack anyway), physical destruction, sadism, etc. He also has himself convinced he has no control or choice over his actions, that he's just evil or whatever, which this card addresses. The Devil can also represent a powerful and passionate relationship - or a codependent one, like Ed and Izzy's. And of course he also does literally just call himself the Devil straight-up. Who am I to argue.
Zheng + The Empress
I mean she has an Empire, so. A bit on the nose, but you can't beat 1:1 accuracy lmao. She also has her balancing act between tenderness and authoritarianism. She's nurturing (so far, but considering her ship is called the Red Flag I doubt that's gonna last or will be proven disingenuous soon, but anyway...) but it can't be questioned that she is the Ruler of Rulers.
Oluwande + Strength
Patience! Gentleness not from the lack of violence but despite the abundance of it! Commitment! Steadfastness! Emotional endurance! Yeah!
Ben + The Hermit
My longest yeah boi ever. A man at a remote location in nature that may or may not materially exist, there to guide a lone, lost visitor to understanding of himself in absolute spiritual solitude. I mean, there have been purgatories just like this one in fiction before, but none of them quite struck The Hermit so hard on the nail for me as Ben did.
Izzy + The Hanged Man
*ominous - and disconcertingly horny - chanting* Whipping Boy! Whipping Boy! Whipping Boy! Not just that, though, of course. As a character Izzy also represents the need to put things on pause and think them the fuck through before you do some stupidass shit. He wanted a plan, and when he didn't get one he put a screeching fucking halt to god damn everything. And then he didn't fully think through his own actions either and got fucking murdered about it lol. He also, narratively, represents a differing perspective (at least in season one) from the accepted standard, that without considering - as many """fans""" have proven lmfao - you cannot fully understand the story. Izzy is also the number one guy who would need to take The Hanged Man's advice. Give up, bud!!! It's over!!! Stop torturing yourself!!! (Don't actually though, babygirl you look so good đŤŚ)
Black Pete + Knight of Cups
He's so romantic... *dreamy sigh* When he's at his best, he's compassionate, understanding, emotionally available and expressive, and has such an innocent natural charm. At his less best, he's constantly talking talk he actually can't or won't back up with action. "I'm a perfect shot," he says, and then balks at being asked to shoot something mere hours later. He has an idealized, unrealistic view of himself.
Jim + Page of Wands
Like The Fool, the Page of Wands is at the beginning of their journey, but they are still deliberating about where exactly it is they want to go. Jim in particular has two clear paths they can take in becoming the person they'll be. They can take the path of revenge and ruthlessness laid out for them by Nana and Blackbeard, or they can take the path of redemption and compassion they're being invited to by Oluwande and Stede. And the only way to figure out which way to go is to look internally and discover what they truly want, and choose the path that will give them that.
Frenchie + Page of Swords
Frenchie is full of ideas and enthusiasm! But he's also very adaptable, and though he's got that youthful energy he is not necessarily lacking in awareness or experience. He's a Jack of all trades like The Magician, but without the social separation or ambition. Reversed, Page of Swords can represent repression and lack of communication, which Frenchie "Invented Compartmentalization" is clearly familiar with. It can also be about promises you can't - or have no intention to - keep, like Frenchie's murderboat First Mate duties.
We don't really need to address how BlackBonnet are The Lovers, I think. And I've already seen more than one fanart of BlackHands as Three of Swords, so I'll just mark that correct shall I? âď¸ Keep 'em coming baby.
Thank you so much for indulging me, Andie!! IDK if you're even in this fandom at all or not alsfjks, but I hope you like these answers anyway.
#jack chats#jack facts#ofmd#stede bonnet#ed teach#izzy hands#jim jimenez#frenchie ofmd#black pete#hc#tarot
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tagged by my darlings @aartyom and @nuclearstorms to do this cheeky lil oc game. i love to rate my children.
no pressure tagging @vilkaas @rockerboys @malefiicarum @cptcassian @leefi @denerims @virmire @statichvm @jackiesarch and @reaperkiller !
enjoy the hastily cobbled together banners at midnight when i have work tomorrow. đ
- picrew
â FAVORITE OC.
salen trevelyan [dai] & verde jack [cp77]
ooohhhhhhh these two blond(e) freckly bitches are the baddies of all time for me. Iâve had Salen since 2017 and heâs remained my biggest comfort oc for some reason. he is literally just some layered bimbo with daddy issues and too much responsibility. đ AND VERDE IS JUSTâŚ.woman of all time. Almost as old as Salen bc I started cobbling her together RIGHT after i saw the fake 2018 e3 demo. :^) But her aesthetic and character and just the way she is (talented artist exhausted and resigned to having to literally fight for her lifeâŚSO many different ways) appeals to me. These two and gwen are always on my mind I rly should do more with all of them tbh. they are so special to me.
â NEWEST OC.
megan stern [re]
everybody say hiiii meg. Sheâs the new baby on the block and if U can believe itâŚ.sheâs getting shit written about her. Imagine that. The blondies are fuming. Anyway sheâs a bit of a spitfire pilot that gets the honour and dreadful task of loving chwis wedfield. She likes pickle flavoured potato chips. (among many many other strange flavours)
â OLDEST OC.
elena lavellan [dai]
The fact that sheâll be 10 years old next year is giving me fucking heartburn. I donât really think about her so much anymore, but she was the IT girl for a while. She still holds an esteemed position in my barbie playhouse or w/e. But sheâs got the chronic pain, the wit, the beauty, the drive, the bravery to keep on trucking. tragically a c*llen romance first and then s*las second.
â MEANEST OC.
vertex [cp77]
ms cuntress supreme. Her and gwen fought for this spot. But Vertex is MEAN, sheâs bitter, sheâs old, sheâs warped, shes a netrunner, shes almost a cyberpsycho if not one already,,,, her and saburo get along. sheâs EVIL. But she does have 1 son that she loves :( cuts her up that heâs basically cut her off completely :(
â SOFTEST OC.
kas adaar [dai]
Kas and I who literally had a name change fight today bc his original name (Tibbalt) just wasnât making sense. But he is one of the kindest, loveliest ocs in my collection. He bakes, he cleaves enemies with his greataxe, he has good advice, and deals with skyholds various issues. Heâs a born leader and the ideal inquisitor. Heâs a big advocate for peace .
â MOST ALOOF/STANDOFFISH OC.
gwenyth lavellan [dai]
NOW THIS is my most babiest girl. my babybabygirl. She went through a lot as a young girl, basically trained into a 24/7 bodyguard for her clans keeper until the enclave happened. Gwen and being inquisitorâŚBad mix. Sheâs aggressive, argumentative, violent, and shockingly strong. With enough genuine support and socialization she starts to relax and open up a little. And her relationship with MorriganâŚ..i love valenzo but gwen and morrigan areâŚ.Like wow. She mellows out into the aloof prickly bestie they all need. But U still never know what sheâs thinking and if sheâll backhand u or not.
â DUMBEST (AFFECTIONATE) OC.
nizana daevarran [bg3]
Shes in love with a morally dubious vampire. Loves garlic bread. Sheâs a rogue. Last play through she lost both her eyes. BABYGIRL IS NOT VERY SMART. BUT SHES SO PRETTY and likeable. voted most likely to say something dumb.
â SMARTEST OC.
lorenzo vecchioni [cp77]
Even tho Lorenzo presents as the most ridiculous man alive, and acts like it, he is definitely my smartest main oc period. He is literally an engineer. LIKE AJDJFKN Heâs still gotta go to school but likes. Thatâs an engineer right there. Heâs intelligent in so many ways. Husband material âźď¸âźď¸âźď¸
â OC YOU'D BE BEST FRIENDS WITH IRL.
jade faulkner [cp77]
sweet lovely jade and i would get along i think. Sheâs easy going and willing to get along with almost anybody so. Weâd hang out in the garage bc shes a lil grease rat. :3 Also video games. She loves a good game.
#THIS WAS LOWKEY HIGHKEY HARD TO DO SO. GG.#I was like maybe nizana could be my bestie...no...lorenzo is already in smart....hm.....beau and i would probably clash....JADE....#hil.txt#tagged#ocstuff#Might come back in the morning and expand but i just wanna get it out there. i so sleepy.
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Ok so reader x robin buckley as the s/o angst with a happy ending where the reader gets really hurt or sick or something over the holidays but doesn't like die lol
Ofc!
Robin Buckley x Reader
It was Christmas week, and you were deathly ill. Okay, not actually, but you felt like you were dying. In reality it was only the flu.
That didn't change the fact that you felt like you were dying, but you had to act like you felt fine so you didn't scare the living hell out of robin.
"M'fine," you grumble when she anxiously check your temperature again. She sighs, she knows you feel like complete shit.
"Babygirl I know you don't feel good," Robin replies with a temple kiss. That shocked you, she was terrified of getting sick.
"Thought you didn't wanna get sick," you mumble and Robin smiles at you. She hated it when you were sick, but she had to admit; you were cute when you were loopy.
"I don't," Robin says, "but I also can't go without giving you at least a kiss," she says with a squeeze of your hand.
Robin was scared, you looked like death. You were incredibly pale, your appetite had completely disappeared, the main thing you ate was medicine.
She was tempted to call Steve and ask if he thought you were going to live. But she knew she was overreacting.
"I love you, bub," you say and roll over. Robin was definitely going to call steve.
You were in a fever dream, everything felt fake but real. And you were staring to slip into a deep slumber, until you woke up either sweating or cold.
Once Robin saw you roll over, she quickly checked your wrist for a pulse, freaking out when she couldn't find one so she tried your neck, thank god. She felt a pulse.
She ran out and went to call Steve, her moral support when you felt like shit. Or when she needed advice about you.
She quickly dials his number, it takes him a minute to answer, "Hello, harr-" he yawns, " Harrington residence," he half mumbles.
Robin gets confused, until she looks at the clock. It's almost 4 am.
"Oh my God I'm sorry for waking you up, but Yn has a flu and I'm really worried. Her fever is really high and it isn't going down, she's super pale,.she won't eat," Robin rants off all of your symptoms as Steve listens, trying not to fall asleep.
"How long has she been sick?" Steve asks and Robin thinks back to when she found you draped out on the couch. Steve then realized, Robin didn't call her mom or your mom, she called steve. She called Steve when she was incredibly worried about someone she loved.
"Like two days," Robin says. She was incredibly worried, she couldn't remember how long she had been sick for when she did get sick, it felt like a few months.
"Two days?" Steve asks with a groan, "Flus last almost a week. It will get better in a day or two, just call me if anything else happens," Steve says and Robin agrees before hanging up.
Robin walks back in your room to take your temperature, and pulse but we aren't going to talk about that, before going to take a quick nap in the spare bedroom, your mom thought she basically lived there, but she would sneak into your room. Or if Robin fell asleep you snuck into the spare.
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"BUB," You tell as you see Robin and she runs over to hug you. She has missed this, you had missed this.
It had been a week, you were no longer sick and Robin had never been so happy. You were finally able to hug and cuddle, and kiss her.
She quickly snuggles into your lap, and hugs your neck. You press a quick kiss to her lips and she pulls away smiling before peppering your face in kisses.
You missed this, Robin sitting in your lap and covering you in kisses. It was quite literally your definition of heaven.
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Get to Know People Better Tag Game
get to know people better tag game
thank you @savriea and @graysparrowao3 for tagging me im sending you sunshine and siamese kittens
three ships: assuming this is best limited to being within the bg3 fandom (don't get me started on daenerys missandei i'll never stop), i'll try to keep it within those means!
lae'zel x shadowheart: i mean come on. need i say more? hot women with religious trauma who hit hard and love harder. fuck. my babygirls. my angels.
aradin x rugan: fucking hear me out. first of all: this is @graysparrowao3's fault. read their fics if you haven't. second of all: that complicated relationship between a young man and an older man who somehow appears as his father figure but also an object of his desire at the same time. daddy issues x1000. does he want him to rail the daylights out of him or does he want him to pat him on the shoulder and tell him "you did good, lad"? i don't know. aradin doesn't either. rugan hopes for the first option.
wyll x astarion: besides astarion canonically having a crush on wyll, i just love the idea of these two. astarion's hatred for heroes and wyll's conflicting must save everyone i am the hero of tralalala but also here's my infernal patron. i don't have a lot of working brain cells right now but these two are the ultimate grumpy x sunshine and i love it.
first ship: i honestly don't know! i think the first i can think of is from when i was like ten reading shiver by maggie stiefvater for the first time. i really wanted grace and isobel to kiss. and then i really wanted sam and cole to kiss. but unfortunately everyone was straight for some reason.
last song: famous last words (an ode to eaters) by ethel cain!
last movie: everything everywhere all at once. for like, the sixth time. i sobbed just as hard as the first time and i had to call my mom afterwards.
currently reading: nothing! i've barely read anything that wasn't fanfiction this year, which is insane. my goal was 60 books and i have finished one (1), which was feed them silence by lee mandelo. i was also reading electric idol by katee robert, but then i lost my kobo :((
currently watching: true blood and hotd
currently eating: earl grey with a teaspoon of honey
currently craving: sleep but also finishing my chapter
favourite colour: purple. all shades. but especially this one. and this one. and this one.
favorite flavour: black currant and cherry get me every time
current obsession: aradin. aradin. aradin. drawing. my own fic and my upcoming fics, which i think about much more than i should.
last thing I googled: i googled the @ - sign because i don't know how to type it on this keyboard lmaooo
Favourite season: fall. always.
skill iâd like to learn: i really wish i was better at drawing. it's always been very daunting to me because i'm a if-i'm-not-great-straight-away-i-give-up kind of person. but i'm practicing! i've been drawing @tiefling-enjoyer's dagon a lot, alongside my own oc, which has been fun!
best advice: don't do it, eleanor told the little girl; insist on your cup of stars; once they have trapped you into being like everyone else you will never see your cup of stars again; don't do it; and the little girl glanced at her, and smiled a little subtle, dimpling, wholly comprehending smile, and shook her head stubbornly at the glass. brave girl, eleanor thought; wise, brave girl. - Shirley Jackson, haunting of hill house.
i have no idea who has been tagged but i'll do @tiefling-enjoyer because hi my dear and also @rosymornmonastery because she hates it when i tag her in stuff <333
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for the new ask game!
𦷠⢠share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on
if things feel shit, if you feel stuck... move your body and go outside. to whatever capacity you are able. i like to do these things, and i still have to make myself do it when things are bad. go outside, and move your body and things will feel a bit more manageable. <3
personal wisdom... do the little things that make you happy. don't postpone joy. don't make yourself earn comfort. burn the nice smelling candle instead of saving it. use the expensive shit you splurged on. wear your favorite shirt as soon as it comes out of the wash. get off in the middle of the day. make the snack you like. paint your nails. buy yourself flowers. read the book you want to read instead of the one you think you should. dance in the car or in the kitchen. put music on. work out even if you only have 10 minutes. it doesn't matter what it is. do the little things that make you happy. you deserve it.
đż ⢠give some advice on writer's block and low creativity
for writer's block - skip ahead, baby! my writing improved SO MUCH when i gave myself permission to be messy. if your story doesn't have an outline and you're stuck, put what you need to fill in in brackets and move on to the next thing.
(they have sex)
or
[convo about feelings]
then write what comes after. at the end you'll go back in and fill in all those little gaps. staring at your document wishing you could write isn't getting words on the page. skip what you're stuck on and come back to it. if you're thinking "i can't write like that!" - yes you can. just give it a shot :)
for stories that have an outline or more formal plan, if you're stuck on chapter 4 or scene 16, but you have an idea for chapter 20, work on 20. allowing yourself to work on what's vibing will help get you unstuck. having more of your story to work with will make it easier to come back to what you skipped. write out of order! it will be okay! you will find inconsistencies when you edit, and you can fix them.
for low creativity, slide into someones dms! chatting with a friend is nearly always the best thing if i need new ideas. a lot of times even just talking through it i get there on my own. i also use music as a tool to get me in the right headspace for whatever i'm writing, which can unlock new ideas and inspo.
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⢠give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing
get out of your head and write, babygirl <3 i've got the words in there, and when i can let go and just write i write great words that i make even better at the end when i edit. when i get in my head about it my writing is flat and stilted. blast that music and go. clean it up later. get the messy draft out <3
writer truth or dare asks (or ask me anything!)
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NOW or NEVER! ; main cast
â gg enthusiasts!
âwhen im dead and ssera gives a new hit release you guys better pull that ouija board and keep a bitch updatedâ
JANG CHIAKI ; (NAME)âs best friend and hikaruâs s/o. uses any pronouns. nonbinary. one of those kpop life update accounts on twt. mostly posts about hikaru and their bestfriend, (NAME)! aside from his bf, chiaki also rlly loves pastries...
HWANG HIKARU ; chiakiâs boyfriend and (NAME)âs other best friend. uses he/him/they pronouns. incredibly dense and stupid (considering the fact he doesnt know how his best friend feels about him for like 5 years um...)
YOU ; chiaki & hikaruâs bff. they/them. undeniably in love with hikaru for over 5 years now, tried confessing once but realized hikaru got with their bestfriend which is chiaki. currently gaslighting theirselves and looking for another person to crush on... also, is online friends with sunoo who they met on fearnottwt.
â hoonâs babygirls!
âcall us NPCs cuz we ainât playin!â
PARK SUNGHOON ; kim sunooâs roommate and jungwonâs main source of torture. loves to annoy people out of spite. surprisingly bitchless due to his concerning humor and unhinged personality, but heâs actually pretty funny sometimes!... sometimes.
KIM SUNOO ; (NAME)âs favorite mutual and the âlove therapist / cupidâ â literally just gets on twitter to post some kpop updates from time to time or to hate on sunghoon. usually, jungwon goes to him for advice.
YANG JUNGWON ; a choi beomgyu and park sunghoon hate account. actually hates social media but got forced to make an account by sunoo because he âneeds to know real entertainment instead of nerding on his math book all dayâ
â masterlist. â
note: yooo itâs finally started đđ. iâm gonna update the masterlist tmmr i swear yâall đ
TAGLIST: @luvhyun3 @bibisbestgirl @dazeds-oleil @bookishcalls @chaewon-slays @faeryhee
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Hi quick-catton!! First of all I love your page and I love your personalityđđđ I also LOVE Saturn and Felix and Oliver just-đŤđŤđŤ I love it every time you post, it makes my day!! Right now I just really need your help. Today I had to go on another account just to send something to my ask box because since I started my account last year, Iâve gotten nothing and it really hurts.
I love how open and freaky you are in your posts and Iâm honestly the same way with Saltburn and an anime fandom that Iâve shaped my blog around. I used to be a little calm and collected but youâre inspiring to just let go and let my freak flag fly but the problem is, with my fandom, I donât think people are going to be very inviting. Like literally the only thing I wanna do right now is babygirl code my favorite anime character sooo badly but Iâm afraid Iâll lose all my followers and when I try to I get no engagement.
Like I wrote three freaking paragraphs about how good heâd look with a navel piercing! That was this morning and I got nothing all day but four likes. No reblogs, no comments, I literally had to make another account and send myself some praise for that post just so I could post it to show people that at least someone else agrees with me.
And I know I should give it time but thatâs the problem. Some of my other posts like that donât grow. They just get five likes and thatâs it and it sucks because all I wanna do is engage with people that want to see this boy in lingerie or a skirt or goddamn pregnant (told you I was a freak)
I just donât know what to do. How do you deal that? Iâm honestly this close to deleting my account coz it seems like Iâm posting to a blank wall and itâs so embarrassing coz everyone can see it. Sorry this is so long! Thank you for quickcatton đđ
WAH ANON ur so sweet omg, thank you?? <33 honestly i feel like i don't have good advice because i only made a tumblr for the first time EVER at the beginning of january!!! i am 23 and had never set foot on this app, but i saw that most of the saltburn fandom was here, so i gave it a shot and i've just been learning as i go.
i think that's half of my 'luck' with having a good experience on this app, is that because this fandom is so fresh, it's super active, but it's also a very small fandom (relative to some others) so we're all kinda like a hivemind here LOL, and because of the source material of the movie itself being weird/freaky/psychosexual, we all know that anything goes and the more freaky the brainrot, the better! i'm in other fandoms where if i said half of the shit i say here, i'd be ostracized, so it's really a case by case basis unfortunately </3
ik i yap a lot here but i also hold back sooo much because even tho ik we're all weirdos here, i still get nervous about putting out my writing or not having people vibe with an ideaâ you're not alone in that, i promise. it helps forming friendships in your fandoms so you know that there'll always be people who you can get hype over ideas with, but i know that's easier said than done sometimes <3
i don't have advice on engagement because i honestly don't look at that stuff (which i know is so annoying to say lol but it's true); i made this account purely to have a place to dump brainrot/art etc and view other people's saltburn content and i didn't care about engagement, i just got lucky to meet some cool people and make close friends through it.
i think if people can tell you're having fun through your posts, they'll vibe with you! it does take time with the good ol' algorithm, i'm sure, but as long as your page brings YOU joy, that's what matters most. people don't have to agree with your takes, life is too short to be vanilla and water urself down for others :^) making fandom friends and gaining interactions will come along with being yourself, but if posting here and running the account feels more stressful to you than it is fun, it's okay to step away too!
if you're on ao3 and sites like that, leaving comments on your fave works can be a great way to get conversations going as well. i met my closest friend on here bc she stumbled across my fic on ao3 and then sent me a message; it was purely up to chance, but branching out and being brave starting conversations with your fave accounts can be a great way to feel more included in the fandoms you're in and maybe you'll meet cool people along the way!! <33
#if anyone else has other advice feel free to reply with it <33#because i'm not good at this stuff LOL#i literally just open this app say shit and then go back to yapping in a google doc#also this made me realize idk if i've ever put my name anywhere on this account#so i just added it to my display/pinned hi i'm sam#quick-catton asks
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hey so in like 2014 when I was new here I read something in the about of somebody I thought was really cool. something along the lines of "if you want me to follow you back please have a tagging system". which is a fine thing to say! it's only, I (redacted lengthy explanation about my trauma)
anyway I'm trying out this new thing where I finally let myself chill out about tagging! this is an announcement probably nobody needs but here it is anyway :)
I'll now be using tags only for these reasons:
so I or y'all can find a post again later
so y'all can blacklist things
because a post is giving me thoughts/feelings which demand public expression
for the bit
in case any of y'all are relying on my tags, here are the things I plan on consistently tagging for now:
content warnings (you're very welcome to ask if there's something you need me to tag for! I'll continue to tag for the stuff I've already been doing, but there might be things I don't think of as content warnings that Iâll miss, just ask if that's a tag-needed thing for you)
fandoms (my tagging of characters and ships is about to get way less consistent but the overall fandoms will stay)
spoilers (for the first few days of a show / weeks of a movie)
public figures (it won't be super comprehensive, the goal is to chill about tagging. fyi my tag for Joss Whedon is joss whedon't. I will never, ever, ever forgive that man for his harms to real living human beings or for Age of Ultron)
"us policy things" for life advice type posts that only apply to US-Americans so that those of y'all who live outside of my extremely ourselves-centric country can blacklist it if you want
oh and by you I mean non-mutuals as well as mutuals! all y'all are great! anon is generally always open if you'd rather ask for tags that way, just don't be mean :)
many of my amusing-myself tags will continue with enthusiasm, such as my various TOG brotps and kitty, puuuuuuuuuuuuppyyyyyyyyyyy, and the pan-animal friend-shaped! bc look at their sweet faces!!
why did I feel the need to post this before allowing myself to post something without any tags at all? (redacted further unnecessary explanations about my trauma) :)
PS: please continue to tag your Matthias Schoenaerts content. I'm extremely relieved that I've successfully separated the actor who did an icky, very-triggering-to-me thing last year from my beloved babygirl Booker, so no need to tag Booker posting on my account. but separating the actor from other characters is hit-or-miss and I continue to need to avoid content about the actor himself. maybe by the time TOG2 gets a press tour he'll have publicly said that he believes Amber Heard and separated himself from his serial abuser pal?? SIGH
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