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lovscb97 · 7 months ago

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— nerd!chan drabble #1

part 1 / part 2 / headcannons

synopsis: the aftermath of what happens between you and nerd!chan following the events that take place in part 2

tags: nerd!chan x cheerleader!fem!reader, established relationship, lots of fluff, lots of kissing, nerd!chan being a cutie, oral sex (f. recieving), unprotected sex (plz do not), basic lovemaking, aftercare, etc

wc: 1.70k

add. notes: idk why i wrote this n how tf it got so long. those pictures (i cannot upload them rn idfk why. if they r uploaded by the time u r reading this then good for us if not then i'll kms) seriously did a number on me i think tho bcs holy fucking shit man he looks so good. like i adore this man to death n beyond GRRR!!! anyways enjoy :3

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saw chan's latest post and now i can't stop thinking about how the pictures are extremely nerd!chan universe's bangchan coded.. specifically, they're the type of photos chan would post the day you guys finally get together, on the first day he gets to call himself your boyfriend at last.

he's long dropped you off at home and is still reeling from the excitement of everything that's happened after the game, not to mention that he was so giddy to the point he ended up texting all his friends about everything that happened, making sure to repeat how he finally, finally!!! got the girl of his dreams at last. his joy is to the extent that when he gets home, he can't stop thinking about you, thinking about how you sounded and felt, thinking about the way you'd straddled his lap in his beat up car, thinking about how you'd kissed him breathless, just thinking about you.

when he's in the safety of his room behind locked doors, he positively melts against the wall, crumbling to his feet with a lovestruck grin on his face as he repeats everything that went down an hour prior and quite literally changed the trajectory of his entire life if he's being honest. when his phone pings with a message, he's immediately shooting to swipe for his texts, giggling at the sweet messages you've sent him to remind him once more that you love him and can't wait to see him tomorrow. he'd reply back with a goofy smile and kick his feet, of course, before impulsively making the executive decision to once again, stalk your instagram.

when he pulls up your account, his heart clenches against his chest, because there you are, plastered all over the feed with your beautiful features that he's fallen for over the last few months. the way your hair cascades over your shoulders, how your face is lit up and beaming in every post he looks through, your uniform or even casual clothes clinging to your body perfectly in specific uploads— everything about the way you are makes him feel dizzy in the head. he genuinely can't fathom the fact that you're all his starting today and onwards.

the next day when he sees you, he thinks he might ascend onto a different dimension. he's all dazed and in awe when he approaches you, softening at the way your eyes brighten after falling on his figure, watching with honey dripping as you parade up to and crash into him with your arms wrapping around his waist on instinct, no less in public. when he hugs you back, he can smell the familiar scent of your perfume and shampoo mixed together, burying his face in an effort to cling onto you like he's often dreamed of. though he's a bit pouty when you eventually pull away, he thinks you you make up for it by leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek and grabbing his hand to drag him away for a late lunch date.

the hours pass with you and him spending as much time as you can together to make up for however much you'd lost avoiding each other and sneaking around in private previously. chan does his best to pay attention to what you're rambling on too, something about your professor marking you down for a test when you'd answered correctly, but he truly can't seem to focus with the way he's so down bad for you. everything you do, everything you say, everything you are in general makes him want to swoop in and kiss you silly.

so, he does.

it catches you off guard when he leans over the table you're both sat at and connects your lips together, but you're no stranger to his affection (okay, maybe you are a little), so of course, you kiss him back, giggling against his mouth with him. he thinks your laughter might be his favourite sound in the world.

as the sky turns to orange with the sun dipping down, chan allows you to tug him around campus, going with you to the library to pick up a book you needed for your class and accompanying you to the university cafe where he insists on paying for your drink. you both eventually end up back in your dorm, with you letting it slip mid-conversation that karina would be at her parent's house today. the seemingly little tidbit makes him freeze in his place, but he brushes off the lewd thoughts entering his mind in favour of continuing the impromptu and innocent study session you decide to hold in the middle of your side of the room. he tries, he really does, to concentrate on the material he should ideally be preparing for his next exam, but you look so cute focused on the text you're busy highlighting that he can't resist reaching over to graze his thumb over your palm softly. you look up at the sensation of his touch, cheeks tinting pink at the way your boyfriend is staring back at you.

and so, it doesn't take very long for the two of you to get back into locking lips once more, chan hovering over your sprawled out body as his mouth ghosts the skin of your jaw, neck, collarbone, shoulder, everywhere. you swear he's gotten more bold ever since you started dating, but one glance at the burning red of his ears is enough to make you chuckle. when he asks you what's so funny, you simply shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck to yank him in for another kiss that leaves both of you practically levitating.

chan makes quick work to have you cumming on his face after that, languid swipes of his tongue flicking against your clit and swirling at your entrance as you let out the cutest whimpers he's possibly ever heard. when his wet muscles wraps around your sensitive nub and sucks, you see stars, clenching around nothing with your juices gushing down his chin as you spray everywhere. when your boyfriend rises to meet your gaze, glasses fogged up and stained with your release, looking like he'd descended from heaven itself, you can't stop the meek "need you inside, please" that leaves you from escaping. it makes his eyes widen, but he's stripping off his clothes in record time at your plea, causing you to laugh quietly in the darkness of the room, save for whatever light is streaming through the curtains.

when chan finally does enter you, despite having done so multiple times, you gasp. you still get butterflies from the feeling of his cock stretching you out, and he still can't shake off how his stomach swirls in delight at the way your warm walls basically suck him in. he moves slowly but surely, deep thrusts hitting every right spot that has you keening and shaking under his hold. his words are barely above whispers, filled with nothing but loving remarks and reminders of how much he adores you and can't believe you're his. he babbles about how lucky he is to be yours, and how he's never going to let you go, to which you breathlessly huff out something about how you'd never want to go anywhere anyways. that sentence coupled with the way your doe eyes blink up at him is enough to send him hurdling to his climax, triggering your own. you both lay there in the comfort of each other's arms for a while after that, snuggling into one another's skin and exchanging short kisses.

it's only after a few moments pass that chan gets up to clean you off, tugging his clothes back on along with the glasses he'd tossed on your bedside table before wiping you down with a wet cloth. the way you look at him as he tends to your needs makes him flush bright under your gaze, which only has you tittering and sitting up to kiss him once more.

by the time everything's done and he has to go home, chan lights up with an idea, lacing your fingers in his and rushing you outside the doors of the student accomodation. he flashes you a grin that makes you weak in the knees, ruffling his hair to slide his hat on before passing you his phone and posing for the camera. you're confused what this has to do with anything, but you click the pictures for him anyways, heart fluttering at the way he beams at the lens, or rather at the fact that you're the one behind it. when you're done, he thanks you with a smooch to your forehead, shrugging off his jacket to wrap it around your frame despite it being one too many sizes big for you. he buttons you up to the end, throwing his head back at the way you look so tiny compared to the clothing you've got on, which only makes you roll your eyes regardless of the smile that creeps up on your face at his joy.

it's only when you've said your goodbye's and shared a last few kisses of the day that you find yourself back in bed, wrapped up under chan's clothes and inhaling the scent of his cologne that brings back memories of today. when you open your phone, you're hit with his notification in an instant, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when you read him asking you to check his instagram but doing so anyways. you think your heart stops when you see what he's referring to.

chan had tagged you in the photos you'd taken a few minutes prior to seeing him off, but not just that, he'd captioned it too—

@.gnabnahc: thank you for being mine, pretty girl.

hot infatuation floods your system at the words he'd used, and for some reason, it dawns on you now of all times that chan is yours. he's yours. all yours. you can't stop the smile that graces your features at that realisation, replying back to him with something cheesy. safe to say, you drift to sleep that night with thoughts filled of your precious boyfriend.

in conclusion, chan may be smitten, but you're just as bad as him, it seems.

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3

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zyart-jpg · 4 days ago

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"Could Care Less"

Pairings: Sabbath x Reader (Separate)

Summary: They thought they're nonchalant, but then you came in like a wrecking ball.

Tags: Fluff, Suggestive endings (Hajun, Vinny), sorta AU, HB Vinny, mentions of blood and drugs (Hajun)

a/n: this is just some drabbles i wrote while drowsy lol it was supposedly just a drabble for wooin, but then i felt bad abt just writing him so i decided to make for the entire sabbath this time. it might not be my best work bcs im using phone and half asleep drafting this🙏😌 but yeah, i iust thought a nonchalant/unbothered reader would be cool.

Wooin wasn’t used to working for people’s attention.

He wasn’t arrogant—at least, he didn’t think he was—but he knew the kind of effect he had on people. He was easy to look at, easier to talk to. Girls either flirted with him outright or made a show of pretending not to care, but in the end, they always cared.

But you didn’t—not even a little bit.

The first time he met you, he actually thought you didn’t like him. You were too chill. Too loud. Too casual. You talked over him in conversations, slapped the back of his neck when he said something dumb, and called him dude more times than he could count.

But then you started showing up more. Hanging out with the crew. Grinning at him across convenience store aisles and tossing cans of iced coffee at his chest like he worked there.

He figured maybe you did like him. Just in your weird, nonchalant way.

So he tested the waters. Took mental notes.

You liked black sesame anything. You hated truffle oil. You thought his silver ring was pretty and stole it for three days. You wore oversized hoodies even in the heat and always carried the same faded canvas tote.

Wooin thought about you more than he was proud of.

So yeah, one day, he got that hoodie you mentioned once in passing. You’d been staring at it on his feed for a week, zooming in and muttering “God, it’s so overpriced. I want it so bad.”

So he got it. Easy. No big deal. Pulled it from a reseller in Hongdae, dropped cash, picked it up himself. Took the train to your area because his car was in the shop.

Didn’t complain. All because he wanted to give it to you, maybe to see you smile. Maybe a cute expression. Maybe even a kiss.

So he waited until your class ended, stood outside leaning on a post like he wasn’t dying from the heat, and handed it to you.

You blinked. Then grinned.

“No fucking way.”

His chest actually fluttered.

Then you punched his arm and went, “Thanks, bro. You’re the realest,” and stuffed it into your tote like it didn’t cost more than his headphones.

He stared after you the entire walk home.

That night, he laid in bed with your “thanks, bro” echoing like a curse. He wasn’t even mad. Just confused. Flustered. Off his game.

He wasn’t chill anymore.

And you—God. You didn’t even notice.

You kept calling him dude. Kept patting his head. You flopped your legs across his lap when the group chilled in someone’s living room. Asked him to tie your shoe once and said “Ayo, MVP” like he just brought you water during a basketball game.

He tried to flirt, he swore he did.

Tried leaning close when you were talking, letting his fingers skim your thighs when you laughed, watching your lips. You only offered him your drink. Didn’t even blink.

You were killing him.

So when you asked him to drive you home that night after dinner with the group, he said yes instantly. Drove like it was a date. Picked the music carefully. Even wiped down the dashboard beforehand like a loser.

You climbed into the passenger seat like you live there, hoodie sleeves past your hands, yawning as if it was a nap ride.

“Thanks, man,” you said again. “You always come through.”

He gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary. “You say that to every guy who drives you?”

You looked at him like he just asked if the sky was blue. “No. Just the homies.”

“…Homies.”

“Yeah. My boys. My ride-or-dies.” You looked proud about it. “You’re top three. Maybe top two now that you fed me.”

Wooin parked outside your apartment complex in silence. You unbuckled your seatbelt and made zero move to leave.

Just leaned back in your seat, humming to the music, hoodie riding up to your thighs.

You had no fucking idea what you were doing to him.

“…Why do you keep calling me bro?” he asked finally.

You blinked over at him. “Huh?”

“You called me bro. Dude. Man. Homie. MVP.” His voice was tight. “I’ve bought you shit. I’ve walked you home. I’ve—God, I got your favorite hoodie and you called me dude.”

You tilted your head. “You don’t like being called dude?”

He stared at you.

You blinked, dead serious.

He laughed. Bitter. “No, I don’t like being called dude. Especially by the girl I’ve been trying to flirt with for three fucking months.”

You blinked again.

Then: “Wait. You’ve been flirting?”

“…Jesus Christ.”

“I thought you were just really generous,” you said, frowning. “Like… a nice guy. Y’know? Sharing is caring.”

He leaned across the console so suddenly you froze.

His hand braced beside your head. “Do I look like I’m sharing?”

Your breath caught.

He stared. His jaw clenched. “You think I buy limited hoodies and learn your snack rotation for friendship?”

“I—uh—”

“You think I call you pretty when you’re half-asleep because I’m being nice?”

Your mouth opened. No words came out.

He exhaled hard. Shook his head like you were testing his sanity. “You’re so—God, you’re so fucking clueless.”

Then he kissed you.

Rough, frustrated, full of heat and months of pent-up tension. He kissed you like he was sick of waiting, like he didn’t trust you to get the message any other way.

And you let him.

Your hands froze against his hoodie. His teeth grazed your lip, and he groaned when you whimpered into it.

“You still think I’m your bro?” he muttered against your mouth.

“…no,” you whispered, breathless.

He kissed you again.

Harder.

And this time, you kissed him back.

Hyuk doesn’t care about much.

That’s not an exaggeration—he just genuinely doesn’t give a fuck. School, people, noise, gossip—none of it ever reached him. His world was small, taut like a gear chain: a bike, a hill, a goal, a rush.

He liked racing because it shut everything up. He liked winning because it meant he was better. He liked breaking egos and chasing speed and burning himself alive for that one second of godlike quiet when the wind slipped past his ears and nothing mattered.

He’d been called reckless, bored, unbothered, sociopathic—he didn’t really care what anyone thought. He let Wooin drag him to races, sometimes posted clips for attention, but everything else just… rolled past him.

So yeah. Hyuk was nonchalant. Decisively so.

Until he met you.

The first time was at a campus-organized race. A small one. The type Hyuk joined last-minute just to stretch his legs and expects a clean sweep.

He got second.

No one beats him. Not unless they’re cheating—or dying trying. But you had passed him right near the finish line with zero effort, half a yawn on your face. No flare. No triumphant roar. Just a nod. A glance. And then you walked off the track, wheeling your bike casually like you were late for laundry.

He didn’t even get your name.

“Yo, who the fuck was that?” Hyuk asked, breathing hard, glaring down the road you vanished into.

“Some girl from another campus. Don’t think she’s on any official team,” someone answered, equally confused. “She doesn’t even show up half the time.”

That pissed him off.

Not because you beat him. Okay, maybe that too. But it was how unbothered you were. No sweat. No thrill. Not even a smirk. You didn’t even acknowledge that he chased you the whole damn stretch. Didn’t look back once.

And that’s when it started.

He asked around. No one had your socials. You weren’t in any cyclist groups. You weren’t in any school clubs. People barely remembered your name, let alone your program. A rumor said you were an exchange student. Another said you weren’t even enrolled anymore. All Hyuk knew was that you existed. Briefly. Disastrously.

And then you were gone again.

So he kept an eye out. Started showing up to more races just in case. Not to win—no, winning got boring without something to bite into. He was waiting for you.

Then one day, you showed up.

Helmet slung on your bars, one strap of your bag hanging loose over your shoulder. You didn’t stretch. Didn’t warm up. Just showed up ten minutes late, signed in while chewing gum, and leaned against the fence like a fuckin’ NPC.

And when you spotted him?

You waved. Casually.

“Yo. You’re that guy who kept tailing me last time, right?”

“Tail—?” He blinked. “I almost overtook you.”

You just blinked back, like you couldn’t remember. “Oh, cool. Let’s race again.”

It was insane.

You didn’t care if he beat you. Or if you beat him. And that made him insane.

He tried to get your number that day. You gave it without thinking. Just rattled it off while yawning.

He texted you that night:

You free this weekend? Ride?

And you replied three hours later.

nah. might be asleep. try again next week

The next time, you didn’t even show.

The week after that, you did—but didn’t acknowledge his texts at all. Just showed up and said, “oh hey,” like running into him was a coincidence. Again.

Hyuk thought he was chill. Cold even. But he was sweating now. Chasing like a dog. Showing up, checking his phone, checking again, wondering if you were gonna ghost him again or let him race beside you like it didn’t mean anything.

And it didn’t mean anything.

Not to you.

Not when you let him buy your lunch and just said, “thanks, dude.”

Not when he offered to tune your gears and you replied, “nah, it works fine.”

Not when he gave you a new wheelset worth more than your entire fixie and you just went, “yo this is sick. cheers.”

Hyuk was losing it.

You didn’t play hard to get. You didn’t play at all. You forgot the game existed.

So the next time you bailed on a meetup, he still waited. For hours. At the bottom of your usual hill, until dusk turned his sweat cold.

And the next day, he confronted you.

Found you lounging on the grass near the dorms, headphones in, lazy smile on your face like the world wasn’t burning in his chest.

“You ignoring me on purpose or what?”

You blinked up at him. “Huh? No. I just forgot.”

“You forgot? I waited two hours.”

“Oh, shit. That’s on me. My bad.”

You weren’t even sorry. Not even a shrug of regret. Like he was a stranger you bumped into on the stairs and not the guy who had been chasing your ghost for 2 months straight now.

He snapped.

“Do you even know how fucking hard it is to find you?”

You tilted your head.

“...Why are you trying so hard?”

And it hit him.

You weren’t clueless. You weren’t unattainable.

You just didn’t care.

You were untouchable.

And something broke in him.

He dropped his bag. Took a step forward. And another. You barely reacted when he leaned down close, nose brushing yours. Just watched him through half-lidded eyes, confused but not flinching.

“You’re driving me fucking insane,” he muttered, breath skating your skin. “You don’t care, do you?”

“Not really,” you murmured, blinking up at him.

So he kissed you.

Hard.

By the bike rack. In full view of whoever passed. No fanfare. Just raw, quiet need. His hands curled around your hoodie strings—his hoodie—and you tasted like mint and something colder, quieter, lazier. You didn’t fight it. Didn’t deepen it either. Just let him kiss you, let him chase.

And when he finally pulled back, panting—

You blinked.

“Oh,” you said simply. “That was... intense.”

He stared.

“You done now?” you asked, wiping your lips using the back of your hand.

And somehow, impossibly—he laughed.

Laughed so hard he had to double over, hand over his mouth.

God, you were going to ruin him.

And he couldn’t wait.

Vinny doesn’t usually give a fuck.

Not about school. Not about beef between students. Not about whose name got dropped in the group chat at 2 a.m.

His teachers think he’s a waste of time—too many unexcused absences, too many write-ups, always loitering behind the gym with a cigarette in his mouth before he decided to quit for the race.

Whatever. He still shows up when it matters.

Still rides when he’s called. Fast enough, mean enough, just reckless enough to bulldoze through sprints like a weapon on wheels. The Hummingbirds know what he can do. That’s all that matters.

He’s not trying to impress anyone.

Except, maybe—

You.

You, with your loud mouth and that voice that carries, your stupid jokes and even stupider timing. Always popping up like a glitch in his system.

You act like everyone’s your best friend. Like the world’s a game and you’re just vibing your way through it. Like rules don’t really apply to you.

Flirting sounds the same as talking. Compliments come with the same tone as insults. And Vinny can never tell the difference.

“I’d do body shots off your abs, Vin,” you said once, sucking on a straw like it owed you something, feet kicked up on Dom’s thighs. “Deadass. If you’d let me.

You didn’t even look at him when you said it.

Didn’t blink. Didn’t smirk. Just said it, like it meant as little as saying you liked the weather.

And Vinny—Vinny had to sit there and pretend like that shit didn’t rattle him. Like it didn’t play on loop in the back of his head while he tried to sleep.

Three days.

He didn’t get through a full conversation after that without your voice crawling in.

And the kicker?

You didn’t even go to his school. You went to theirs.

You saw the crew every day—hung around Jay between classes, cracked jokes with Dom in the halls, probably messed with June just to see if he’d blink.

And somehow Vinny got stuck watching from the outside.

Watching you exist. Watching you laugh.

Watching you hang off other people’s shoulders like you were just built for warmth.

And he couldn’t tell—couldn’t fucking tell—if you were just like that with everyone.

If he was just imagining the way your smile lingered more when it was aimed at him.

If you were joking.

If you meant anything you said.

But you kept talking to him.

Kept leaning on him like he was familiar. Kept looping your arms around his neck, tugging his hoodie strings like they belonged to you. Kept calling him “Vin” like it rolled off your tongue on instinct.

And he just… let you.

Too confused to push you away. Too proud to ask.

Because how the hell was he supposed to respond when you looked him dead in the eye one day and said:

“You’re so pretty it pisses me off.”

Like it was a complaint. Like it bothered you.

Like it wasn’t one of the most unhinged compliments he’d ever heard in his life—and you delivered it with the same tone you used when you said you were bored or hungry or cold.

What was he supposed to do with that?

So, yeah.

Vinny’s chill.

Chill as hell.

Until he saw you one day, tucked under Jay’s arm like it was nothing, laughing so hard you nearly dropped your drink.

And his chest burned. His jaw locked. His hand twitched.

“We’re leaving,” he said, voice low, too sharp for the moment.

You blinked up at him from your seat on the floor, fingers dusted in snack crumbs, mouth half-full of chips. “…Huh?”

“Dinner,” he said, already reaching for you. “With me. Let’s go.”

Didn’t wait. Just grabbed your wrist, tugged you up, and stalked out—ignoring the “ooooh”s and laughter and catcalls behind him.

And you? You just… went. Didn’t even ask where. Just strolled beside him, chewing the last chip like nothing happened, all loose-limbed and breezy while his pulse spiked and his head spun.

You were always like that. Unbothered. Untouchable.

He hated it.

Hate that he fucking loved it.

You had dinner. Just the two of you. He didn’t say much. Just watched you across the table, listened to you debate soup flavors with alarming seriousness, tried not to stare at your mouth every time you said the word “creamy.”

Then it was his place.

Then his mattress.

You, lounging there like you owned the spot, one leg tucked under the other, scrolling through your phone like he wasn’t right there—tense, wired, fucked-up over the way you’d smiled at Jay hours ago.

He stared.

“You meant it?” he asked, finally, eyes pinned to yours.

You glanced up. “Huh?”

“What you said.” He took a step closer. “About the body shots.”

Your mouth parted, just slightly. Like you were trying to remember. “…Oh.”

A pause. Then a shrug. “Yeah. Sure. I say a lotta shit, though.”

“Say it again,” he said, heat crawling up his neck.

You blinked, tilting your head, phone forgotten in your lap. “…That I’d do body shots off your abs?”

“Yeah.”

You stared for a beat. Then grinned. Lazy. Easy. Casual.

“…Okay. I’d do body shots off your abs.”

You said it with zero hesitation. Like it was still a fact. Like it hadn’t been chewing through his sanity for days.

Then you added, voice loose and indifferent, “You gonna let me or not?”

And that was it.

Vinny lost every last thread of chill he had left.

He dropped to his knees between your thighs, shoved the phone out of your hand, pulled his shirt off in one swift motion. His skin flushed, jaw set.

“Good,” he muttered, breath tight. “’Cause you’re doing it. Now.”

Hajun didn’t even know what nonchalant meant the first time he heard it.

It was Wooin who muttered it—spitting the word like it tasted sour, somewhere between a sigh and an insult—after Hajun bailed on a group chat again or forgot to respond to a ping that’d been sitting for three days.

Not until he met you.

And then Wooin's reaction made sense. Real fast.

Because whatever Hajun was—blank-faced, quiet, low-effort—you were the inverse. All chaos and noise, grin flashing behind cigarette smoke like you’d never once known the concept of consequence. Didn't know what anxiety means, or worry. No. You didn’t just flirt with danger—you fucking tongued it down and left your number.

You were the brains of the crew, sure. Smart as hell when it mattered. Knew all the right people in all the wrong circles. Could flip dope in bulk before breakfast and make it look like art. Hajun didn’t even bother asking how—he just knew when you said “we’ll be fine,” you probably had a plan. Probably.

But it was everything else that got under his skin.

Like the way you forgot to check your phone for days and blamed “a nap.” The way you’d disappear off-grid for whole weekends with no warning, only to resurface with new earrings, bruises, and a laugh like nothing happened. Once, you’d gotten high and fell asleep under a park slide for fourteen hours while cops raided a building two blocks over. Hajun had spent the entire day trying to find you, checking morgues, scouring alleys—and when he finally dragged your dumb ass up by the collar, you just blinked and asked if he brought snacks.

You had a death wish. Or maybe just no fear. Hajun didn’t know which was worse.

“You were supposed to lay low,” he growled once, dragging you out the back of a sweat-slick club with three Sangwoo lackeys trailing. “The fuck were you doing at their table?”

“Drinks were free,” you slurred, arm slung over his shoulder like this was some romcom rescue and not an active crime scene. “Besides, I smiled. Made ‘em think I was someone else.”

“They know your face.”

“So do you. Ain’t that cute?”

He nearly dropped you then. Just to make a point.

You acted like there was always a net to catch you. That someone—usually him—would pick up the pieces after you shattered another line in the sand. And he did. Hajun always did. You were the storm, and he’d signed up to be the wall.

But walls crack.

Especially after enough bullshit.

Especially after nights like this—when he found you bloodied and breathless behind a dive bar you weren’t supposed to be at, laughing into your arm about how you still got the drop anyway. “Didn’t lose the bag,” you coughed, flipping him the middle finger from where you were half-folded behind a trash bin. “Tell me I’m not a legend.”

He didn’t even respond.

Just hauled you up by your jacket, checking your pulse with a glance, noting every cut and smear of blood while his own knuckles throbbed from knocking out your attackers. You were breathing. Talking. Still being a shit.

And he snapped.

“You think this is funny?” Hajun’s voice was low, guttural. “You think bleeding out behind a fucking dumpster is some kind of joke?”

You blinked up at him, blood crusted at your lip, but your grin didn’t falter. “Kinda. I mean. If you think about it—”

His hand hit the wall beside your head.

Hard.

You froze.

And for the first time in all your dumb, cocky antics—you actually shut the fuck up.

“You pull one more stunt like this,” Hajun said, his voice like gravel, breath hot against your temple, “and I swear to God, I’ll tie you the fuck up. Leave you in my closet. Somewhere I can see you. Somewhere you won’t keep pulling this shit.”

Your breath hitched.

Because this wasn’t some empty threat. Not with the way his eyes bored into yours, jaw clenched, chest heaving like he’d been holding this in for weeks.

And maybe—maybe—you liked that.

Maybe you leaned into it just a little.

“…Kinky,” you muttered.

His fingers curled tighter in your jacket.

“Don’t test me,” he said, quieter now. The kind of quiet that made your blood run hotter, not colder. “You think I won’t?”

Your mouth curved. Slow. Dangerous. “I think you want to.”

He leaned in closer, breath skating along your cheek. “You disappear on me again,” he whispered, “and I will. No jokes. No mercy. I’ll tie you up and gag your smartass mouth so you can’t go starting shit you can’t finish.”

You swallowed.

Hard.

But your eyes gleamed.

“So do it.”

Hajun exhaled through his nose. Like he was holding himself back. Like something barely tethered was clawing inside his ribs, demanding release. You saw it—the twitch in his jaw, the flicker of heat in his stare. He wasn’t the type to bluff. Never had been.

So when he finally let go of your jacket, shoving you gently but firmly against the alley wall, your heart didn’t race from fear.

It raced because fuck, you wanted to see what would happen if he actually meant it.

“You’re such a goddamn pain,” he muttered, backing away—but not too far. Never far. “One more fuck-up, and I’m done babysitting. You’re getting locked down.”

You wiped your mouth with your sleeve, eyes lazy, tongue grazing the split in your lip like it amused you. “So dramatic, Hajun. I’m not a dog.”

He stared at you.

Long. Flat.

Then:

“No,” he said. “You’re a stray.”

And that was the last thing he said before he turned, hands still bloodied, tension still coiled in his shoulders like a loaded spring.

But you saw it.

The way his gaze dropped to your mouth.

The way his hand had lingered at your hip a second too long.

And you knew—next time?

He might actually do something about it.

And God help you—

You’d let him.

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cloudedangels · 1 month ago

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Rules

No one under the age of 18 is allowed to interact with this blog. Do not ask to be on a taglist if you don't have your age in your bio or pinned. no racists. i am queer so homophobes and transphobes dni, dni p*dophiles/maps or apologists for either.

About Me

I'm bunnie or blu, I'm 25, chronically ill, black & bermudian. currently I play a lot of lads and write a lot of smut. My Lads blog: @deepspacebunnieblue is where I rb and store all of my favorite reads, fan arts, and occasional headcanons. lots of snapshots, gameplay and just me yapping about lads. My main is @bluest-bee!~

Bunnie Blu (@cloudedangels)’s Masterlist and Taglist (will update as i write)

Smut Fics

Test of Control (18+ Complete For Now)

Three Part Fic

Pt 1: Caleb disappoints MC. He gives her the reigns to tease/punish Him

Pt 2: Caleb is given control but wants to further prove himself. Still Sub!Caleb. Includes oral(f)

Pt 3: Caleb shows unannounced. MC strips the Colonel off of him. They both get what they wanted all along (piv)

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Lush Vibrator Series (18+)

Two Parts Currently Out, Reader insert.

Pt 1: Caleb finds your vibrator…and curiosity gets the best of him, <- a fan favorite lol includes vibrator control and piv at the end and filthy dirty talk

Pt 2: Caleb in your bed using the vibrator on himself… sub!caleb, caleb is painted as curious, so obsessed with you he needs to feel what you feel.

Coming Soon-> Pt 3: Caleb Controls your vibrator from SkyHaven…

Coming Soon-> PT 4: Controlling him,,, you control it… on him this time (it’s only fair)

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(☆ new!☆) Dr’s Orders 18+

Standalone x Reader with Zaynie

You (f reader) are ovulating, but you can't bring yourself to request what you really need… Dr. Zayne has a treatment plan for that... luckily! aka zayne makes you cum lots on a hospital bed and it's hot

(☆ new!☆) makin up for lost time 18+

Stand alone. X reader with caleb.

It’s Caleb’s Birthday!! Building off of Caleb’s No Return Night Card, Caleb and MC (you) are swifties, There’s a childhood video and a duet. First Time cuteness/spice with a little post-trauma angst

(☆ new!☆) sweet dreams (18+)

Stand Alone. X reader with caleb

Reader fucks caleb’s nightmare away. Pre-negotiated consent and a bit of somno.

📖Ongoing...📖 (Stories and Series)

EXTENDED LEAVE. (Reader x Fem!Caleb), wlw. Five Parts. Expect Yearning, mutual pining, yandere-ish Fem!Caleb. 18+ Not Quite just a smut fic but is still dirty. 100% does have smut scenes, slow burn sapphic lifelong romance, butch!caleb my beloved, this fic is my personal favorite if i'm allowed those :3. cute, sad, fluffy and spicy

🍎read part one 🍎 part two 🍎 part three 🍎part four🍎 part five 🍎 part six 🍎

Coming Soon… -> part 7. One month passed, lines undeniably crossed, 3 more to go. What is to come?

If you'd like to be on the taglist for this series, plss comment or reblog with the tag... [ 💙 ] <- for extended leave

Only You (Currently not smut, might stay fluffy maybe a little angst coming at least, but idk)

Pt 1 : caleb gives mc a do-over of a night from their old days, heavy focus on a dress, a dinner of braised wings, and near confessions throughout the night.

Coming Soon: More Parts! Open to requests or brainstorms on that.

If you'd like to be on the taglist for this series comment or reblog with the tag [ 🍒 ] <- for only you

Others

> 18+ fem!caleb - series of drabble/headcanons

> 18+ drabble/hc - random things that make caleb horny

caleb and mc were swifties

More Writings Coming Soon...

a very late birthday fic (caleb, probably 18+)

Husband!Zayne Fluff

Zayne x Ovulation Oneshot/Drabble

Zayne x POTSie Fem!Partner

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my ao3 is @/cloudedbunnie nothings posted yet but i plan to post all of my past fics soon! as well as any new ones >w,<

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zepskies · 27 days ago

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RULES & REGULATIONS

Pairing: Javier Peña x F. Reader

Summary: Lines have been crossed, and you don’t know where this leaves you and Javier.

AN: Not sure why I start with sleepy bedroom fluff whenever I write for a new Pedro character, but here it is. 😂 I wrote this before putting out my 5K Followers Celebration, but the next Javi drabble will be a request from that event.~

Posted on Patreon: 6/22/2025

Word Count: 600

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only. Smut, fluff, angst

It’s that kind of sleep that you don’t get very often.

Deep, boneless, languid limbs slowly shifting under the covers. But it’s like your body registers the alarm before your brain has the chance. The clock beeps loud and persistent on your nightstand, blaring red digits.

He groans in your ear, rough and deep. It makes you smile.

“Hmm?” you question.

“Early,” Javi mutters. “Too fucking early.”

His arm slithers around your waist after you lean over to turn off the alarm. It’s the first time he’s stayed the night. The first time you’ve let him, or the first time he’s allowed himself to cross that boundary—you’re not sure which anymore.

All you know is, you want him here. It feels too good, however foreign, not to wake up alone. He feels good, sliding in closer behind you, warm breath on your neck, his knee bumping the back of your thigh. He’s almost tentative, like he’s testing dangerous waters. You’ve never known Javier Peña to be unsure of himself.

The thought brings doubts into your own mind, even though you hold his arm where it’s tucked under your breasts, warm against your skin. A sense of security, but also a proverbial door creaking open, one you didn’t think would ever open.

You sigh. “What’re we gonna do, Javi? We have to be in the office in two hours.”

He leans in and presses a tantalizing kiss into your neck.

“We could use our time wisely,” he muses, licking and nibbling the skin just under your ear. You hum in response, tilting your head back to give him more access. You bite your lip against a frown.

“You know what I mean,” you say. Your tone might be chiding, but your legs fall open on reflex when his hand travels down under the blankets, molding to your every curve, and dipping under the hem of your panties. Your breath hitches. “We…we’re breaking a lot of rules. This could get so fucking messy.”

Javi smirks into your skin. His fingers wander between your legs, finding your slick folds with ease. “That’s what I’m counting on, cariño.”

You huff in response, tempted to swat him on the head. The urge dies when he begins to roll your clit between nimble fingers. Your mouth falls open with a needy sound, one that almost embarrasses you. His free hand slides around your throat, applying just enough pressure for you to give in—to his touch, his familiar sense of control, and his safety too.

He fucks you with his fingers until you can’t help but gush over his hand, your inner walls pulsing, clenching tight. Javi groans at the feeling. He knows what you feel like throbbing around him, gripping him like a vice.

It’s more addictive than the shit he’s trying to purge out of the streets of Colombia (or at least, the ones that supply its veins like poison).

What’re we gonna do?

He drowns out that question, the hint of vulnerability in your voice, with the whimpers and moans he draws from you. He turns you onto your back and sinks between your legs, where you welcome him with warm hands sliding up his shoulders, and then nails digging into his back.

Javi knew what you were really asking before. He just doesn’t want to untangle complicated webs before he’s even had his coffee.

He wants to spend a little more time like this, even though it’s getting harder to maintain the fantasy that this is just stress relief.

Just a captured moment where he doesn’t feel like a failure—at his job, at his life.

Just another moment with you.

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siilent-wanderer · 6 months ago

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Electric

Prompt: Post-first kiss tension and other feelings

Word Count: 0.6k words

Aeri Uchinaga (Giselle) x reader

A/N: short aeri drabble; writing in second person pov for a change??

The first kiss wasn’t supposed to happen like that.

It was after a long night of studying together in the library, hunched over textbooks and half-empty coffee cups. You were both exhausted, eyes heavy with sleep, but Aeri still found the energy to tease you about your messy notes.

"You write like you're running from the law," she had joked, smirking.

And you — half-dazed, half-buzzing from caffeine and her stupidly attractive grin — turned, ready to fire back. But she was close. Closer than before.

The banter never made it past your lips. Instead, she kissed you. Or maybe you kissed her. Maybe it didn’t matter.

It was soft, hesitant — like testing the weight of something fragile in your hands. And then it ended, too soon, both of you pulling back in shock.

Now, sitting across from her in your shared morning lecture, you’re acutely aware of everything.

The way her knee lightly bumps yours under the desk. The way her fingers drum against the table, restless. The way she keeps glancing at you, her tongue darting out to wet her lips before looking away.

And god, you’re looking too.

Your professor’s voice is nothing but a dull hum as your gaze flickers to Aeri’s mouth — just for a second, just enough to make your stomach flip.

She notices.

You know she does, because when you finally work up the nerve to glance at her, she’s already staring.

Not at your eyes. At your lips.

It’s quick, barely more than a flicker, but it’s there. And suddenly, the space between you feels too small, the air too charged.

Aeri shifts in her seat, voice low enough that only you can hear. “You’re thinking about it.”

You inhale sharply. “No, I’m not.”

She hums, unconvinced. “Liar.”

You can feel the weight of her gaze, and it’s unbearable how easily she unravels you.

You try to focus on the lecture, but it’s impossible. The professor’s words blur into meaningless background noise while Aeri stretches her arms above her head, the movement lazy and deliberate, her hoodie riding up just enough to expose a sliver of skin.

It’s unfair.

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

You shift uncomfortably in your seat, gripping your pen tighter, as if that might ground you. It doesn’t. Not when Aeri leans in, her voice teasing but softer now, almost thoughtful.

"I can still feel it, you know."

Your breath catches.

"The kiss?" you whisper, barely moving your lips.

Aeri tilts her head slightly, watching you with a gaze that’s far too knowing. "Mhm."

A beat of silence.

Then her fingers graze yours on the desk. Light, barely-there, but deliberate. A test. A challenge.

You don’t move.

The room suddenly feels too warm, the air thick with something unspoken. You think about last night, about how her lips felt against yours, how she had lingered like she didn’t want to pull away.

How you had almost kissed her again.

Aeri exhales through her nose, a barely-there laugh, and shifts closer — not touching, but close enough that if either of you moved just a little, your shoulders would brush.

"So," she murmurs, lips quirking up. "Are we gonna talk about it?"

You finally turn to her, really looking at her this time. The playful glint in her eyes is still there, but beneath it — something else.

Hope.

You exhale, feeling that invisible string pulling you in again. Maybe the switch can’t be turned off.

Maybe you don’t want it to be.

"After class," you say, voice steady despite the rapid beat of your heart.

Aeri grins, tapping her pen against the desk. "Good. Can’t wait."

And just like that, the tension coils tighter, anticipation crackling between you like static.

A/N: read part 2 here

#aespa imagines #giselle imagines #aeri imagines #giselle x reader #aeri uchinaga #aespa scenarios #aespa drabbles #girl group imagines #fem reader #wlw

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obeymeshallwedateaddict · 9 months ago

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hello hello! i saw that your request are open soo here i go i guess? 👀 so - for context - something funny has been happening to me: ever since i got my first barbatos card, which makes him appear as a surprise guest, ive tried to get all the different reactions out of him. however nothing i do actually works?? i ALWAYS!! get the stars or the hearts and i just can’t get him to be upset even a little bit!! not once!! no matter what i do skdhsk SO! may i please request a cute funny drabble where mc tries to be a bit mischievous/prank barbatos a lot of times because they want to get more reactions out of him that isn’t that super polite smile on his face but it sorta? backfires because instead of pissing him off or scaring him or something like that he’s genuinely amused and totally enamored by mc and their behavior? thank you so much in advance <3

Hello!! Im sorry for the delay but I've been in a writer's block lately which is why I don't post as often but as soon as I got an idea for your request I wrote it down and I genuinely like it. Enjoy!

Summary: MC tries to prank Barbatos but instead of being mad or annoyed the demon finds it amusing and endearing.

Contains: Fluff

GN!MC x Barbatos

You can find more of my work here: Masterlist

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A Devilish Attempt

MC peeked around the corner, eyeing the pristine kitchen with gleaming counters and perfectly arranged ingredients. They knew Barbatos would be there any second to check on the afternoon tea preparations. Today, they’d be testing out their newest prank.

The idea was simple: they had swapped his tea leaves with the spicy demon realm “dragon’s tongue” herb. It looked the same, smelled similar… but the taste? A fiery, eye-watering kick that could surprise even the most seasoned demon.

As soon as Barbatos stepped in, MC grinned and slid into place, pretending to “help” near the teapot.

“Oh, hello, MC,” Barbatos greeted, that signature polite smile already in place.

“Hey, Barbatos! Care for a cup of tea?” they asked, barely able to keep from grinning. They expected shock, maybe a flicker of irritation something that wasn’t his unruffled calm.

Barbatos poured himself a cup, and MC watched, their eyes wide as saucers, waiting for his reaction. He took a sip and…

“Oh! Quite an interesting choice, MC,” Barbatos said, barely a blink of surprise in his expression. “A little spice can truly awaken the senses. You have such a… creative taste.”

MC was baffled. “Wait, you actually liked it?”

He smiled that calm, unfazed smile, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Not what I would typically choose, but if you wanted me to try something new, I would happily indulge.”

Undeterred, MC decided they’d have to try something bigger. Over the next few days, they went all out, each plan more elaborate than the last. They swapped out all the sugar in his cakes with salt, set up a harmless spell that made glitter burst out when he opened his recipe book, even snuck in a little toy snake to “surprise” him in the storage room.

Each time, Barbatos barely batted an eye. He’d even chuckle or offer a sincere compliment, like, “How clever you are, MC,” or, “It’s refreshing to have a little unexpected sparkle.”

MC was beside themselves. “How do you keep your cool, Barbatos? I’ve tried everything!”

Barbatos’s eyes softened as he looked at them, amusement sparkling in his gaze. “You’re quite tenacious, MC. I admire that about you.”

MC blinked, feeling their cheeks heat up slightly under his warm gaze.

He leaned in just a little, his voice low. “If it helps, I’ve been thoroughly entertained. The effort you put in to try and surprise me… I find it charming.”

Caught between laughing and blushing, MC finally threw their hands up. “Fine! I give up. You win, Barbatos!”

Barbatos chuckled softly, watching them with a gentle expression. “Thank you for the fun, MC. You’ve made each day a little brighter… and a lot more interesting.”

As he walked away, MC realized they might not have succeeded in flustering him—but in the end, Barbatos had somehow turned the tables on them completely. And maybe… they didn’t mind that one bit.

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tears0fsatan · 1 year ago

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☆ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

✦ ⊹ ˚˖ warnings... gn!reader, slightly suggestive? kisses and making out??? not that nsfw but u can be the judge of that

:¨·.·¨ ♥︎ a.n... been plagued with thoughts of making out premaritally that im having dreams about it so i thought i'd share the delusion with the dateables <3 might make a brothers version if i feel like it ૮ ˊ͈ . ˋ͈ ა posting this little drabble while i work on things ^_^

DIAVOLO !

the first kiss with him is surprisingly soft and tentative, a large contrast to the lord's usual loud and unabashed demeanour. its nothing more than a peck to test the waters, one to see if the two of you are comfortable.

its not long after that that diavolo takes the reigns, his arm curls around your neck and rests his hand on the back of your head to pull you impossibly closer. the kiss morphs from something sweet and demure to one thats hurried and pervasive.

he naturally takes the lead, mouth slotting against yours like they were moulded to be together while his tongue danced with your own, like a dog eager to show its master its affection.

BARBATOS !

the first kiss with the royal butler is one thats calm and collected, like theres no amount of doubt in his movements. theres an air of certainty almost as though he knows this is what the both of you have been waiting for.

barbatos lets you take a breath and uses that to coil his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. his eyes take in the sight of your tightly shut eyes and the faint blush that dusts your cheeks with satisfaction, a hidden greed and desire for more creeping up from the bottom of his spine and spreads throughout his entire body.

he craves more, more, and more, until you have nothing left to give.

SOLOMON !

the first kiss with the sorcerer is playful and chaste, he pulls his head back ever so slightly so you chase after his lips. a low whine sounds from the back of your throat and solomon lets out a chuckle but doesn't relent, firm in his stance.

you huff, and for a moment, you think about pulling away entirely, but the temptation of his lips overruns that thought and you give in to his teasing. like himself, his kiss is pervasive, determined to unravel you with the kiss and uncover your every secret.

SIMEON !

the first kiss with the archangel is pure and fleeting; a soft peck that was so light you would've mistaken it for a dream if it weren't for the feeling of his breath ghosting over your lips. a shared look between the two of you show that this was something that was long overdue, feelings that were bursting at the seams finally rising up to the surface in a wordless confession.

an airy chuckle escapes the both of you, the uncertainty of unreciprocated feelings now disappaiting into the air, fluttering away as though there was never any need for the anxiety or the wavering doubt in the first place.

a quiet, barely audible, "may i kiss you once more?" uttered so softly you wondered if the wind was the one playing tricks on you escapes into the evening sky. you give a shaky nod before the feeling of his warm hand gently hold your face, the feeling akin to the way the morning sun would graze your face as you awoke. its a tender touch and yet, it has you melting in his clasp.

#៹ ࣪˖. 🎧 light mode﹒☆#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me x you #obey me x reader #obey me x gn reader

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koipudding · 5 months ago

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okay more nsfw than my usual musings but… after hours sexy time with reigen arataka!

cw: gn! reader: they/them (reader has no identifying anatomy mentioned) | dub con | dubious relationship status | implied dom reader (or at least assertive) | reigen arataka is pathetic and we love that! | after hours sexy time (sorta). ooc-ish. he’s whimpering half the time

drabble. no wc cause i did this in tumblr drafts and it won’t let me copy and paste the whole txt.

causally hanging out with reigen, probably a slow day in the middle of summer. Serizawa is taking summer classes , shigeo and everyone else is at cram school, and dimple is out eating some evil spirits. Nothing much happens, you pull out your laptop and play some shitty B rated movie (per reigen’s request), and close up shop.

You drape your limbs over his, the warmth of your skin bleeding through his slacks; combined with the summer’s heat, it burns through onto the delicate skin of his thighs. He’s clutching a pillow to his lap, and you don’t seem to notice the growing bulge there (you do, but you smile inwardly and test how long it takes before he breaks) to his relief.

At some point you’re too engrossed in the movie, not caring that you’re practically on top of your boss, and ignoring how his slacks grow tight and damp… it’s front how sweaty he is and how hot the room is! totally!

Your thigh rubs against it teasingly, and he groans, trying to shuffle backwards. It’s futile; he’s in the corner of his two seater and your head is on his shoulder, thighs over his lap and an arm on his chest. Trapped. Reigen is trapped, it’s too hot to argue, and all he can do is whine your name softly. The movie is no longer on either of your minds as you continue rubbing your leg over his crotch.

“Aw, need help with that, boss?” you coo and bring the arm on his chest down, trailing past his tie to where his slacks seem to tighten the most.

“I-I’m fine, thanks for the concern.” Reigen clenches his teeth, sweat dampening his brow and his hair sticking to his forehead.

“Really? it looks like you need someone to help you loosen up down there.” You wink, before pressing the heel of your palm down.

A choked moan leaves his lips, and he grunts at you, eyes narrowed. “Just focus on the movie.” His stomach lurches, a coil tightening from the way you smile at him, how you’re touching him through his pants, how unaffected you seem by the fact that your boss has a boner, and you’re palming him through it.

“We can get drinks. The cafe upstairs is still open.” Reigen tries to sound composed, but his hips buck into your hand anyway.

You hum noncommittally, placing a few kisses on his jaw and ignoring the mumbled protests and whines for “more”.

“Such a good boy, aren’t you Arataka?” You croon into his ear, wiping a bead of sweat off his hairline.

“Don’t be a-absurd i’m—“ a choked whimper passes through his clenched teeth.

You giggle and lean down, lips pulled back and teeth bared over his throat. Canines brush over the pale, sweat slicked skin of your boss’ pulse point, before your tongue flicks out.

“You’re so good, you know that?” your hooded eyes meet his, and you can feel him unraveling beneath your hand.

“Sh-shut it—!” Arataka flushes bright red, before curling into himself at your harsh ministrations. You grind your palm deeper, rubbing and pinching faster until a keening whimper rips out of him. Your voice devolves into a comforting coo as he finally releases the tension building up in his abdomen.

A wet spot forms, right where your hand was.

“I’m… I’m going to the bathroom.” Reigen grunts, grabbing a small laundry bag, before shutting the door behind him.

a/n: ahhh vampire jing yuan was meant to be first spicy piece but i gave up… i had to get this out of my head and into the world

i’ll edit it before posting it to ao3 as i planned… I HAVE SO MANY FICS FOR THIS YR!!!

might have a multi chapter one out too :3c

#koi☀︎#koi♪#reigen arataka x reader #reigen arataka #cw dubious consent #he’s so pathetic and stupid #i wanna kiss him and make pancakes for him jn the mornjng #wanna be a cutieful house spouse and bring lunches to S&S for everyone!#except him just to fuck around. will give the children and serizawa and even dimple stuff and leave poor reigen hungry #(he’ll get a kith dw)#i just needed to post this cause i #did smth high key embarrassing anf i’m too scared to face it so i’m gonna focus on this instead!#vamp jy was meant to be my first smut but alas #idrc #koi writes #mp100

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slutstaine-ficnsmut · 2 months ago

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┆ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ☰ ۶ৎ ࣪ ˖ ⌝ ┆ 𝐷𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑑 𝑆𝑐𝑜𝑡𝑡 𝑆𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑒 ˚˖⁺

Daving it...

Dave Mustaine drabble #1

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Word count: 337

Genre: NSFW, Explicit, Fanfiction, Smut, Drabble

Warning: explicit language, graphic sex, male masturbation

A/N: wrote and posted the first half on insta, ppl loved it, so thought I might finish this as a drabble to test the water before my actual debut hh. hope yall enjoy ;)

ALSO ON AO3

[I’ll mark where the smut starts and ends with **]

**"Mmphh..." Dave moans softly, small and alluring sounds escaping his lips as he bites down on the hem of his shirt, holding it up while his hands are busy doing something else...

He wraps his big and skillful right hand tightly around himself, moving up and down slowly on his hardness, pacing himself as the pleasure starts to build, while the other reaches down to the root of his length and to his balls, caressing them gently.

"Fuckk..." He lets out a low, muffled sigh as he closes his eyes and relaxes further, leaning against the back of the chair - His legs spreading open naturally, his lower body completely exposed and vulnerable...

His head dropped back for a moment when he squeezed himself tighter at the tip as he moves, sighing deeply before running his left hand up his abdomen and to his chest.

His eyes fluttering open as he gazes down to his boobs, letting out a slight whimper when he felt his palm rasping against his nipple, before he pinched it lightly between his fingers – The roughness of the calluses on them have him shivering at the sensation.

He likes how it feels, and how it reminds him of you, how you’d touch him while kissing him, making him weak.

He can feel a rush of heat rising from his chest to his cheeks as he continues picturing and painting you in his mind, picking up the speed on his other hand - His brain a hot, fuzzy mess when he brushed a finger over at his orifice, another tracing under his glans at the sensitive sulcus.

Toying and teasing himself more, he gets closer to the edge, his mouth opening slightly as he gradually pants heavier, causing his shirt to drop, before whimpering and mewling loudly as he comes undone, his body jerked, shooting a white spring of semen onto his stomach, enameling it like a canvas...**

What a slut... and this was all on video, being sent on its way to you...

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#David Scott Slutstaine #slutstaine ficnsmut #someone on insta mentioned dave OF btw so I guess that one way to read this 🤤#dave mustaine #dave mustaine fanfiction #megadeth fanfiction #dave mustaine smut #megadeth smut #drabble #dave mustaine drabble #megadeth drabble #megadeth #dave mustaine x you #dave mustaine x reader #megadeth x you #megadeth x reader #slutstaine

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nabi-unveiled · 3 months ago

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Nabi Notices (April 15, 2025)

Too many all-night work sessions in a row meant I ran out of energy early last week and skated on fumes until Sunday.

What little energy I had leftover I used to make a list of characters that had also run out of spoons. Feel free to add to that list. It was very much just the characters off the top of my head.

I also had fun doing tag dives into shows I enjoyed in the past. Going forward I may still do an occasional tag dive on a low energy day, but I'll probably add those to queue.

The Things I Noticed This Week:

My watch pattern also reflected this lack of energy. Anything that would typically be a long-form post (like Heesu in Class 2 ) got pushed to the side. Anything that might require a high level of mental processing (like When Life Gives You Tangerines) got pushed aside until at least Sunday. Shows that required no thinking were my bread and butter this week. I also did a lot of rewatches of scenes I had enjoyed recently....just because.

Despite all that, I still managed to take in some new things.

Fabulous Fit

Top Form has great fits. It has had great fits in every episode. I've particularly enjoyed Jin's outfits and when Akin wore Jin's clothes. However, the show has always taken another category in my weekly posts so I typically don't talk about the fits. But this week, Akin's outfit in the smoking shoot was divine. I loved everything about it. I only wish I had gotten a better full body shot.

As a runner up, I also liked this casual fit in Fight for You. I'd definitely wear it - particularly the jeans.

Side note: I find it interesting that both Fight for You and Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist are doing this smaller box, old TV style framing for their flashbacks.

Fascinating Find

I'm partway through Episode 3 of Love for Love's Sake (no spoilers please). But the posts for ep 1 & 2 have triggered some fun discussions. In particular, @dropthedemiurge let me know that pizza bread would be sweet which was fascinating. I had always assumed it was like garlic knots with some toppings kneaded in.

Now being sweet doesn't necessarily mean it would be unappealing to me. I do live in a community where jello is called "salad" on a regular basis.

But it did prompt a big recipe search to try to figure out if I could make the dish at home and test it out. DIY pizza, cheese bread, etc. are regulars in our household rotation anyways. I found all kinds of recipes...some with mayonnaise, some with corn. I kept getting recipes for sausage ppang, and I couldn't figure out if they're the same thing, variations of the same thing or completely different. Again, it was a low energy week. Brain capacity was limited. Eventually, my mini sous chef picked a recipe for sausage ppang that we'll try sometime soon. It may not be pizza bread, but it still looked yummy.

Fantastic Frame

If someone had paid better attention when building Jin Hwan's pinboard in Business as Usual, the info I learned researching the pinboard might have been the fascinating find this week.

But they included pictures from a company with a well-known hallmark that as best as I can tell wouldn't have existed 8+ years ago. Only slightly annoyed 🙄, because that means the smaller details can't be trusted in this show. And in a show relying on partial viewpoints and flashbacks, I WANT to trust the small details.

It's okay though, because the show did give me this scene as a beautiful location for a shared meal.

I love that this feels like their private space, and they have soft light shining on them throughout the scene. It's warm and cozy. Based on the preview, it looks like we're getting more scenes from this location. So yay for that!

Fun Fluorish

I was informed by @dribs-and-drabbles that there's a steamy bookcase scene later on in Cooking Crush. I had only watched the first two episodes of that show before life got chaotic and it fell to the wayside. But I picked it back up so I can enjoy the bookcase scene as intended. I restarted at episode 1 since it had been a hot minute.

The little animations and cartoon moments were a delight this week. It was just the kind of light-hearted fun I needed.

It was a nice touch that Chef had similar stickers on his locker.

Favorite Fragment

For me to consider something a "favorite fragment", it means the line either needs to strike me hard enough when watching to take particular note OR it needs to get stuck in my head.

Most of the shows I watched this week, even ones I really enjoyed, did not have lines like that. Or I was too tired to take note if they did. The exception - When Life Gives You Tangerines. The dialogue in that show ALWAYS hits. However, it hits so hard and so often that I have decided not to include it in these weekly posts. The dialogue in that show deserves its own post....sometime down the road.

So what did I choose this week? I'm cheating. I picked the book quote from Pride and Prejudice that Mark read in My Golden Blood.

"I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun."

Because that's my truth on SO many different levels.

My Queue for the Coming Week:

As always, it's really up to whim and fancy. There will always be things that I watch that are NOT on this list.

I know I'll watch:

Top Form (Ep 6)

Business as Usual (Ep 3)

Things I'll most likely watch:

Love for Love's Sake (Finish Ep 3; Ep 4)

Sweet Tooth, Good Dentist (Ep 4)

When Life Gives You Tangerines (Ep 5)

I'm also hoping to catch up with my writing on Heesu in Class 2 so that I can watch ep 5/6. I think I'm just going to be behind everyone on that one.

#nabi notices #top form #top form the series #fight for you #business as usual #cooking crush #my golden blood #love for love's sake #thai bl #korean bl #taiwanese bl

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tokiwarcube · 1 year ago

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May i suggest an nsfw charles x afab!reader fic where the reader is shy and sweet in general but a loud/vocal desperate sub during sex? Maybe w some elements of humiliation n roughness??🤞🤞 honestly take this anywhere i luv ur writing sm i have faith u would do this justice 🫡 ☆♡☆♡☆♡☆

WAAAAA, thank you so much!! Faith of this caliber is truly the highest compliment 🦇🖤🦇

Partially inspired by this post, talks of silk rope shibari/bondage. Might expand this into something more someday? I could have gone harder with the humiliation and subsequent drop into desperation, me thinks, especially if there are. others. who fall into the same camp as me in that regard🖤🖤🖤

Either way, 1k drabble below the cut! Enjoy!

Too much, and not enough — it’s a contradiction of course, but in the moment you don’t have time to think about the inconsistency of your wanting. Not when the soft rope tugs so pleasantly at your skin, keeping you anchored both to the moment and to your position of complete and utter submission. You feel like a doll, the way you’re put on display — on your knees with your arms behind your back, expertly tied knots accentuating every curve of your body — and it doesn’t help that the man behind you refuses, refuses to indulge you further.

He taps a rhythm against your throat as you lean back onto him — your only support in this precarious position — as his clothed cock presses gently at your dripping cunt. You want so desperately to rock back into him, to gain some sort of stimulation, but you can’t — not when you’re bound like this.

His free hand roams slowly across the expanse of your body, taking its time in the re-exploration of all that is you, but notably missing all of the places you want it most. Blunt nails on ribcages, on thighs, grasping at your chest — it’s a patient kind of torture, made purely to drive you mad.

You can’t be sure how long you’ve been pleading for — it feels like its hours, dizzy as you are off of lust — but you know well enough by now that he doesn’t need that much time to reduce you to this. Hell, the simple act of tying you was enough to leave you fuzzy in the head. Strong hands pulling you this way and that as he knotted the silk rope imparted a heat in your core, sparking where his hands first touched before washing over your body in waves — the tying could have lasted hours with his patience… or perhaps only minutes, with his efficiency. It doesn’t truly matter to you, now — all that matters is Charles, and how badly you want his hands on you.

“Charles,” you beg, breathless with equal parts want and exertion, “please, please touch me?”

“I am touching you.” He taps his fingers against your throat once more, collected as ever.

“Fucking, God—”

His fingers flex around your throat in warning — no true pressure applied, but the message comes through clear enough: Behave. You bite back another swear at the motion, breath shaky beneath his palm. A pause as he tests your submission, your recall of his unspoken commands, before rubbing his thumb over your pulse fondly. It’s then that he takes his hand from your throat, instead grasping your jaw in his hands to force you to meet his eyes.

“Look at me,” he says, “and tell me what you want. Clearly, now.”

You swallow, willing your voice to stay steady in spite of your growing fervor.

“Please, fuck me?”

His lips upturn subtly, and finally, finally, the hand pressing against your hip eases you further unto his clothed cock. Your face flushes as he presses more insistently at you, spreading your wetness as the pressure becomes more pleasurable, closer to what you need.

“Good, good,” he says, as casually as he might speak during a damnable business deal, “Is this what it takes, to get you to use your words?” A well-timed buck of his hips has your mouth parting in a keen, and he presses on. “Wouldn’t be a bad idea to keep you tied up, now would it?”

The mental image has you shuddering — bound beneath your clothes, paraded around in secret. And with all things, he catches your interest as it blooms.

“Pretty little thing. Is that want you want, hm?”

Words mix in your head, syllables crashing into eachother in velvet waves of lust — it’s nearly impossible to pull together any form of a sentence, and so distracting is your sudden incompetence that you hardly notice when he peels his boxers down. What you do notice, however, is when the head of his cock comes to press at your entrance. The “yes” that falls from your mouth is desperate, pitching higher as he runs himself through your dripping folds, and warps into an unintelligible cry as he slides into you.

Everything is so electric, every micromovement sparking a new wave of euphoria, and each sensation is only doubled when you’re given a glimpse of your lover. He’s a vision, with his normally well-kept hair now mussed, stray strands plastered slick to his face without his glasses to impede them. And those pretty green eyes you’ve come to love are dark, devouring each little reaction you give — entirely on display, and unable to shy away.

Tied up as you are, the pace is left entirely to Charles — and somewhere in the back of your mind that still has some semblance of coherent thought you surmise that all of the teasing must have affected him too, with how he bounces your body against his cock. Mocking words fall from his lips, rumbling against your back and going straight to your core, and you can’t help the needy agreement that comes from you in turn. You’re like a toy in his strong hold, hips meeting again and again with a fervor and desperation so unlike his usual demeanor.

It’s not long before your walls are clamping down on him, trembling in his arms with a garbled cry and some semblance of “thank you.” And you’re content to let him take further from your body as you ride out your orgasm, especially when his voice drops, swearing hoarsely into the skin of your throat. His grip tightens, fingers flexing against your hips before he bucks into you with a particularly deep thrust, pulling you flush against him as he cums with a cry of his own.

Too much and not enough. Shy but vocal. Collected but desperate. It’s contradiction after contradiction, but as you pant against one another in the afterglow, you can’t find it in you to care.

#metalocalypse x reader #charles foster offdensen x reader #dethklok x reader #metalocalypse charles x reader #dethklok charles x reader #metalocalypse cfo x reader

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cepheusgalaxy · 14 days ago

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Methods of Madness WIP Tag Game

Ty for the tag @melpomenelamusa ^^

Share some insights into how you try to keep everything orderly in your writing! If you aren't sure what to include, you might share: - File structures for organizing - What programs do you use? Handwriting? Are you a Word, Ellipsus, or GoogleDocs practitioner? - Do you have art or images that accompany your work? How do you keep them with their chapters? - Do you hold on to prompts, inspiration, or other writing resources in some meaningful way?

I use Google Docs and I separate everything in folders! I've used MS Word in the past but since my computer is prone to malfunctioning it makes it much easier to be able to write in any device. I am a bit intrigued by Ellipsus though. I've heard good things about it and I should test it anytime.

Organization wise: In *theory* there are two main folders for my writing, one for "minor stories" and other for "more complex projects", a distinction that ended up becoming utterly useless and I'm still to just get rid of them and shove all the WIP folders into the general writing folder XD (Or at least like, separate them into "currently working on" and "marinating", which would be a much more useful distinction. But I digress.)

I always end up rebooting canon a lot of times while in the planning stage, so each wip usually has a folder or two called "first draft" or "second draft", since I like keeping them for future reference.

Aside from that, I usually have a different document for worldbuilding, character profiles with information to consult so I'm not inconsistent (with stuff like age, disabilites and full name, etc), but I end up being a bit messy with them. So sometimes the "one doc for outline, another for character profiles and another for worldbuilding" system ends up being "one document for their backstories, one for the outline and a somewhat messy 'brainstorm' document where all the info is buried somewhere" or "a document for their panic attack responses and another for outlining".

I end up being very loose with them. There's a different combo for each wip XD

Here's what going on in Espada's btw:

[ID: Four GoogleDocs folders. They are titled: "Outline LETS GO", "Ciça", "Character Files", "Backstories", "Worldbuilding", "Documento sem título", "Gallery" (which has Espa's reference sheet in the preview) and "Panic attack chart". End ID.]

Ciça has a document all for herself lmao. The "backstory" document, on the other hand, is a little bit empty 💀 (the text you see there is for two characters i think and has some very vague information.) I have an awful habit of creating documents I think will be helpful for organization and then not using them at all. The "panic attack chart" one, however, is pretty useful. Makes it easier to keep track of their reactions and be consistent in how the symptoms manifest for each character.

Then, in order not to lose myself among these...lots of stuff, I make a separate folder inside the wip folder for writing specifically.

Sometimes, like in the case of Espada, the writing folder is divided in "main story" and "drabbles", and sometimes, like for Meine, it's all in one place (since there isn't a "main story" to keep track of yet).

In Espada's main story folder, I have each chapter in a separate document, and just label them "chapter 1", "chapter 2", etc, I don't need their titles there. As I'm writing the chapters, I keep a little score besides their title, like "(1/5)" or "(3/5)", referring to which stage of revisioning/edition I'm in with them so I don't get lost. Stage 1/5 would be just writing down the bones and meat of the chapter, and stage 5/5 would be the grammar/spelling check, because I always mispell "strenght" and can't seem to get the difference between in/on right XD

When I'm done with all the five stages of revisioning, I take the little score out of the title and put a little "(P)" near it, for "posted". I put a (P) in other drabbles to, just to keep track of what I've posted and what I did not.

[ID: Two GoogleDocs documents, side by side. One is titled "Chapter 6 (2/5)", and the other is titled "Chapter 5 (P)". End ID.]

^like this. chapter 5 was already released but ch6 is still being revised.

I don't really use many images 🤔 There is technically a document in Espada with the cast's names where I was meant to put the best design ref I had of them ("Gallery", in the first image), but I just sort of left it there.

For character documents, I rarely put their backstory in there. I don't like putting a lot of stuff in them, to be honest, because I know I'm bound to change my mind and will be too lazy to update the character profiles, so it just has little details I could skim past and forget, as, like I mentioned, full names and sexuality label and favorite foods.

...now that I say it like that my method does seem a bit chaotic. It's working, though! Mostly. I do need to reorganize Meine's tho :´)

Tagging (no pressure!): @aromanticsky @seastarblue @oros-ash3s @whumpawaydarling @floral-comet-whump

#tag game #writeblr #described #this is fun #ty for the tag melpómeneee :)#^the most organized boy ever/j

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mcyt-drabble-exchange · 1 year ago

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MCYT Drabble Exchange: Overview and Rules

Do you like writing? Do you like Minecraft youtubers? Do you, perhaps, like writing about Minecraft youtubers? Well, we do too! Only problem is, we often stay up late wagging our fists at a half-finished document, cursing the fact that writing is hard, life is busy and there's just not enough time in the day to sit down and make a good fic. Well, if you’re looking for a quick little block people centered writing challenge, then boy, do we have just the mini-event for you!

Welcome everyone to the 2024 (first ever!) MCYT Drabble Exchange!

TIMELINE: May 6th - sign ups open May 17th - sign ups close May 24th - all assignments sent May 25-26th - posting period May 26th 11:59pm BST - posting period ends [What time is it for me?] May 27th-June 2nd - treating week

SIGN UPS: [closed]

TREATING SHEET: [here]

RULES: 1. As per Tumblr and AO3 TOS, you must be over 13 to participate. 2. You agree to create a work of exactly 100 words by the given deadline, or contact a mod on Tumblr for your giftee to be reassigned. 3. You agree to abide by your giftee’s DNW. 4. Your work must focus on at least one requested character, but can include non requested characters. 5. All works must be MCYT-centric. 6. This is a 13+ exchange, there is no NSFW allowed. This applies to sexual content as well as extreme (e-rated) gore. 7. Make your gift in good faith - something that you think your giftee would like. 8. All violent/dark/triggering topics must be tagged appropriately. 9. No AI generated content.

POSTING: You can post your work to Tumblr or AO3, we don’t mind either! We do however require you make a Tumblr post tagging both this blog and your giftee. We have an AO3 Collection! Works posted to the collection might take a while to show up, so please don’t panic if you don't see yours! They need to be manually accepted.

So, what is a drabble? A drabble is a written work made up of exactly 100 words. Typically viewed as a challenge, drabbles are often meant to test a writer’s skill in brevity, seeing how efficiently they can communicate emotions or ideas through such tight restrictions. For this event, we are using this unique format to bring the joy of MCYT into the world! Think, how would a lighthearted interaction between Tubbo and Tommy play out? How many insults could Grian hurl at Jimmy? How much emotion can you squeeze out of QSMP Jaiden if you’ve only got her in your little writer hands for 100 words? For this event, we encourage you to be creative, try some new things, and most importantly, have fun! (To get a feel of what you’re working with, keep in mind that the previous paragraph has a word count of 120, twenty words over your limit!)

Are violent/triggering topics allowed? As MCYT content can often include violence, character death, murder games, and other such themes, we do allow them. However those are opt-in - if your giftee hasn’t asked for it, then don’t write it. If you do end up writing about these topics, make sure to tag appropriately!

What if I can’t finish on time? Contact us on this blog as soon as possible! A pinch hit will be sent out, and your giftee will be reassigned. If you do endup requesting a pinch hit, you will still get your own gift!

How will the matches be made? After the sign ups are done, the event mods will match everyone to ensure everyone gets to write what they signed up for! Once matches are made, you will receive your assignment via Tumblr DMs.

Can I make more than one gift? Of course! As long as it complies with your giftee’s requests you’re welcome to write as many drabbles as your heart desires!

I have a different question? Send us an ask or a DM!

#mcyt #mcytblr #mcyt event #mcyt exchange #info post #mcytblrsource

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physalian · 1 year ago

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So you’ve got an idea for a story….

Once again and as always, writing is highly subjective and any writing advice that says you *must* do X or all books *must* include Y or doing Z during your writing process is *wrong* kind of misses the point of the freedom of storytelling and I’m not a fan. This is how I approach writing and one way you could consider doing the same if you’ve got all these ideas and nowhere to put them, not the way you must approach writing.

Cool? Cool.

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We’ll start with how I write fanfic because that’s a far less intimidating market. I don’t write drabble fics and coffee shop AUs. I grew up writing fix-it fics and in-universe canon divergences. Essentially: Stop the real story right here, now what if this happened instead?

Personally, I just don’t get fulfillment from writing fanfic fluff (though I do love reading it). Even if I’m committing time and effort into something that will never make me money and that people might not even read for fun due to dead fandoms or whatever, I’m still going to use it as writing exercise and give it some substance.

That’s just me, though. I used to write stuff like character studies and deep dives, and the last fic I wrote to date was a “hey what if this villain went to the good side way sooner and it wasn’t just played as a joke on his cowardice?” and its sequel.

So I started that first fic with an idea: What if K joined the good guys earlier? How would that impact the story?

Immediately after that, I was thinking about the ending and what tentpole ideas in the canon I wanted to keep, but the meat of the story I knew I wanted to focus on K’s emotional and existential struggle of switching sides, risking becoming an enemy to both factions, after the inciting incident of his (absolutely canonical) partner’s murder, that, in canon, did not get the justice he deserved. When I wrote my post about beginnings and endings, I said that endings for me are way easier than beginnings—this is why. Before I even start writing, my ending is decided.

Basically: Yes, I’m writing a story using someone else’s fictional characters, as one does when writing fanfic. The story uses cartoon characters, but it’s about one person’s struggle with their identity in the wake of tragedy, and how they take life by the horns to make it out of the story the hero they deserve to be recognized as.

And with that core idea in mind, then I write the story around it. The story, which, outside the canon that I had to keep, I had no plan for. The settings and minutiae of the set pieces weren’t as important as what each scene did for the themes and K’s emotional reaction to them happening. I needed to give him enough alone time with the characters of the hero team to learn something from them, enough time on his own to test his new loyalties, and enough time with his old team so he can juxtapose the two and make sure he’s doing the right thing by deserting.

The last thing on my mind was what tropes I wanted to fulfill. Romantic subplots and the like just kind of happened organically and weren’t planned.

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For Eternal Night of the Northern Sky the idea I had was this: Most vampire stories are about the drama surrounding vampires that depend on humans to survive. So what if I wrote a story where humans depended on vampires to survive, in the exact same way?

Yes, the story is about vampires and everyone can say what they will about people who write vampire fiction. But it’s really about what it means to be a monster when survival demands some brutal decisions. What does it mean to be a monster if everyone is a monster?

ENNS wasn’t planned, I just started writing and had the first draft done in 31 days and through the entire editing process, the plot didn’t change from draft 1 to draft final, save for a few scenes where I had to fix the surface level problem some characters were facing, but not the reason why they were facing it.

The plot never needed massive rewrites because every scene reflected back on the core themes of the story, and every single scene was necessary to tell it. So even when I had to change the intensity of an argument or flesh out a conversation or change the tone of something here or there, the purpose of whatever was underneath remained.

With that throughline in mind, the rest of the book fell into place around it. My core characters each have a role to answer that thematic question, and side characters around then were created to fill in the world, provide friends, relatives, romances, and the like, each with their own perspectives still on that one big question. My villains, too, all exist to answer that question. Outside of the romances, every single scene is doing at least one thing either for the plot, the protagonist, or the deuteragonist to answer that question. ENNS’ secondary themes were also written into as many scenes as I could (of which I won’t spoil here).

When you write with a theme like this in mind, it gives you these sort of bowling bumper rails to help keep you from straying off into superfluous storylines that bog down the pacing and start to feel messy.

Yes, you’re writing fanfic. But what is it really about? Now maybe it is just a coffee shop AU or 50k words of smut—you do you. Not everything has to be deep and meaningful beyond being entertaining. Themes just provide direction.

For example, I like the idea of slowburn fanfics. The idea. I will happily sit down for a fic that’s half a million words long if the characters and the slowburn are compelling enough. There might not be themes, but the story never forgets its throughline—these two characters eventually coming together.

In practice, though, I see way too many “slowburn” fics out there that are just 90% fluff. The chapters stagnate, trading development for taunting the audience with the will they/won’t they. The plot toddles off to to play around in irrelevant scenes with irrelevant characters. Things that probably wouldn’t bother me if I wasn’t already expecting the romance that was promised, the romance I have to keep waiting for when I could just go read something else that delivers it faster and clearer.

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Even if your writing process begins with a few scattered sticky notes and a notion of what you kind of want it to be about, you don’t have to hammer out pages of prose to be productive.

If you get stuck halfway through, having your throughline helps you sit back and ask yourself this very important question: What does Character want, how do they get it, and what’s in their way?

#writing advice #writing resources #writing a book #writing tips #writing tools #starting a book #writing #writeblr #character development #writing themes #ENNS

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