#tips on writing smooth dialogue

[3hks]

How to Write REALISTIC and SMOOTH Dialogue

In a story, dialogue is quite important, it helps the readers paint a picture of what's happening and the characters themselves. However, it can be difficult to avoid the unnaturalness and choppiness that comes with a lack of experience. But luckily, I have put together A LOT of advice on how you can get over that rockiness and improve!

*** KEEPING YOUR DIALOGUE REALISTIC, AND PACING ***

>> Keep your characters in character:

Dialogue is a remarkably quick way for readers to determine your character's personality. Thus, you want their speech patterns to remain fairly consistent so the audience won't get confused. If your character is more serious, then they will use less slang and perhaps a more impressive vocabulary. If your character is more relaxed, they will use more slang and compress the words. (such as "dunno," "kay," "y'know," etc.)

Basically, you want their tone to match their traits so the way that they talk is more realistic and personlized to themselves. If the way all your characters speak is the same, there's something wrong. A strong tip is to put yourself in your character's shoes and imagine how they would respond!

>> Take the situation into consideration:

This is another part of keeping your characters in, well, character. Different emotional situations will have a different effect on separate people, so make sure that you have an idea of how your character will act during stressful, irritating, and sad times.

If your character is normally cold, they will struggle if it comes to comforting other people because they have less experience in that field.

>> Don't take too long with their words:

Unlike when narrating something, most people talk just to get the idea across. They will be more specific and quicker with what they say. (This excludes any character who likes to talk a lot.) Unless it's on purpose, they won't dance around the topic. Think of when you casually chat with your friends; you're pretty unlikely to use certain words and/or phrases that might be common to use while narrating.

If you want to explain something complicated, instead of writing out a paragraph of just one person talking, use a question-and-answer prompt! This is where another character continuously asks related questions that get answered by another person, so you can indirectly reveal your explanation.

*** HOW TO WRITE A SMOOTHER CONVERSATION AND DIALOGUE TAGS***

>> Having a variety of dialogue tags:

This is a pretty basic thing to look out for if you're new to writing conversations. Using words like "said," every other sentence can easily make it feel choppy and robotic. Instead, use words like "murmured," "smirked," etc. to paint some emotion into their words. Additionally, vary the location of the dialogue tags! They don't all have to go after the statement, you can include something in the beginning or even the middle, too!

Examples:

Beginning - She tilted her head, "What are you talking about?"

Middle - "Oh," he blinked, "I actually never thought about that."

End - "Wait up!" She exclaimed loudly, waving her hands around.

>> Using no dialogue tags to create a smooth conversation:

Having too many tags can also overwhelm your reader--remember, sentence variety is a crucial part of writing--so you can always drop them if they're unneeded. This applies when your characters (two is the suggested amount) are talking back and forth in a pattern straightforward enough for the reader to understand who's talking without it having to be labeled.

Dropping dialogue tags in these moments can create a smoother atmosphere during the conversation because the reader only has to focus on the talking present.

*** USING SLANG, STUTTERS, FILLER WORDS, AND PAUSES ***

Human speech is often not perfect; when talking, we often make mistakes such as filler words, grammatically incorrect phrases, etc. Hence, for more natural-sounding dialogue, it's important to incorporate some of these.

>> Pauses and stutters:

When reading dialogue, we read it at a steady pace unless it's written otherwise. However, that steady pace can soon get too robotic and too smooth. Luckily, there are several ways to change this! You can use dialogue tags, (ex: she quickly spoke) commas, and ellipsis (...). These are often integrated when the character is hesitant, nervous, answering something, or when they need to admit something. The same idea applies to stutters--they're mainly used to demonstrate anxiousness, which can be found in varying situations.

>> Filler words and slang:

Filler words can really just be used where you see fit. They may be used in the situations I previously mentioned (because it shows someone stumbling over their words) but it's ultimately up to you!

Slang, just like everything else, should not be used too often, or it will seem forced and exaggerated. The point is to sound natural, and increasing amounts of repetitiveness can ruin it. It's also important to remember that in real life, our conversations move slower; when someone speaks, another person usually doesn't respond quite literally, right after. However, in writing, dialogue can actually often seem that way, which is why using tags and these imperfections of speech is pivotal for building a realistic conversation!

*** CONCLUSION ***

Lastly, a key point when writing dialogue is to ALWAYS read the conversations! Whether it be in your head or out loud, it can often help you catch anything that seems off! Additionally, like I mentioned at the very beginning, write dialogue from your character's perspective! Imagine yourself as them and how they/you would talk. Try to keep your dialogue tags, sentences, and word use varied to create a natural conversation!

If you were struggling before, I hope that this (extra) long guide was able to really offer you some insight and useful tips! If you read this far, thank you!

Happy writing~

3hks <3

[friedchickenluver]

n2deep | full-length smut | modern!adult!zuko x f. reader

warning(s): sloppy oral sex (f. receiving), 69 position, mating press, rough sex, light spanking, squirting, dirty talk, car sex, implied recording, belly swells, dick imprint, cervix kissing, choking, ghetto ass bondage, breeding, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), rimming, anal thumbing, not proofread and I can barely write dialogue without cringing

wc: 2k+

notes: yeah i decided to post it on here.

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Zuko is the type of person to have and take you anywhere, all he needs is you and your body and the both of y'all were all set. Currently, your pussy is now being scrubbed over the landscape of his face, eating you out like some starved man. He had you upside down, face down and buried against his own burning arousal, hands gripping the middle of the console to keep you from falling forward, knees kneading into his toned chest and your feet being thrown over his shoulders. A familiar sensation of his smooth tongue slapping itself raunchily in between your lips, licking a prolonged stripe up from your very front making it to the very middle of your ass. He sucked in his cheeks rimming around your hole carelessly sucking in your muscles with help of an eager mouth slurping back up and reusing his bubbled up saliva.

You made a screwy noise once he slapped the sensitive flesh of your ass, every pop of his mouth going straight to a throb in your dripping clit. Your stomach churned up the heat of an oncoming orgasm, subtly mouthing at his dick to lap up the stream of precum spilling from the crest of his tip. It didn’t really have a taste, but you were so intoxicated on the aroma of his expensive cologne. It mingled on the inside of your nostrils, and so did his cum that burned down in there also.

He couldn’t help but to make a variety of content noises, continuing to drink up every drop of your ejaculation against his face, feeling a mouth sucking in the heat of his veins. The clashing temperatures between her seemingly cold mouth on fire that raged throughout his cock caused the man to buck up erratically to meet her mouth for more of the gratifying effect. Zuko pushed his thumb into the taut slot settled below her bottom, planting it there inside to lick back down into her actual nub of nerves. Biting it roughly triggered your head to shoot back up from her ministrations, coughing up a loud noise of pain into the muffled interior of the car.

A lip was pulled to be bitten down in the middle of two rows of teeth, humping back on his thumb made your eyeslashes flutter rapidly, throwing your eyes to the darkness of the back of your head. Clenching so hard around the digit made you squirt violently, coating his face with your intense finish. Everything you felt in that moment mustered up altogether in a drawn out moan of desperation. This is the third time you did that tonight and your body was basically convulsing from overstimulation, legs burning and going numb from the exhaustion of your muscles working tirelessly in one position to support yourself.

Sliding your legs from straddling his head, he instructed you silently to lie down onto the slightly damp leather seats below. You watched with your lips slightly parted and mouth drying up from overuse, Zuko grabbed the specific pair of panties you had worn that evening, tearing them apart to reduce it down to one long piece of cloth to tie your ankles together with. An involuntary flinch shook up the nerves running across her body as she gazed at him tearing up her underwear.

Legs instinctively holding themselves up in the air for him, a hand of his grasping your ankles to throw the ruined pair of underwear to bind up your legs along the shape of your ankles, kissing the sides of your feet soothingly to lull your nerves. The kisses were slow and calculated, his still damp right thumb massaging one of your feet as he kissed back up to your wiggling toes. Arousal pressurized within her body just by watching Zuko reciprocating the deep stare of blatant desire, in this small intimate exchange the air shifted slightly as he pulled your legs back with the grip on your panties with the ankles within them.

“Here, keep these in your mouth for me, so you can hold your legs back.”

Zuko took a few hurried intakes of breath watching her struggle to lurch forward to bite down on the thin fabric of her undergarments. All of her hamstrings ignited in a fire of stretch bringing her legs down in the mostly uncomfortable position he guided her into, wincing in acute pain, not noticing how a hand pushed her feet back to lift up her lower half to properly angle himself up to her gaping entrance. He cursed sliding straight into nothing but tightness, he had to ground your hips to keep from jerking away from the renewed connection.

Lumps balled up amongst the canals of her throat, she braced herself for his experimental movements at the edge of her pussy. Zuko had to place his hands digging into the seat on his left side in order to back up his starting pace up into her. Sinking down into her from above, reclining on one foot that dug into the carpet interior of the humid car, the other knee profoundly rubbing into the groaning material of the leather.

Throwing his head back with a long noise of satisfaction, he dipped your thighs back further until they were flush in contact with your contracting abdomen. His thrusts had you fumbling your words and choking on your drool, deep sighs excused as hushed whines. Syllables of all sorts fell from the corner of your mouth with the small starter trail of drool seeping out from your mouth. Suctioning slaps filled up the drums of your ears, easing their way to a faster pace. Zuko was known to have such impatience but god did his impatience know how to please you.

With each and every plop downwards, he exhaled nearly laboriously as sweat condensed around his hairline. Windows began to fog up from the heat of their bodies melding together deliciously, getting more and more reckless by the second he scooted his other foot to prop himself up on the creaking seat.

“That’s right, take this dick pretty girl.”

Nothing but an array of exaggerated moans and whines filled the silence of the car, and sobs that accented his hips landing down to drill through the gummy barriers of your sex. Your breasts bouncing around lewdly created another sight for Zuko to bask in as he never let up plowing inside of her.

Surely, the car had started to rock from his pace ricocheting throughout the entirety of the situation surrounding you two.

“Fuuck me!” You snarled out despite your underwear restricting your mouth, hands flying to scratch at his forearms possibly drawing blood from your nails burrowing past the thin layer of his milky skin. A slimey mixture of your wetness and his blossoming precum combined into a bubbly, translucent blend, his aggression splashed the fluid all over the contents of the car and themselves.

He’d fuck it so voraciously you couldn’t differentiate if you were peeing or squirting actively, whatever, the only thing on your mind was telling him how good his dick is. How his dick is the only one ever meant for you, each time you reassure that what he was doing was perfect, his length would hammer in your walls so good as physically possible. Zuko reached through your open legs to push downward on your throat to let him stand up a little more on his feet to beat down in your soaking wet pussy.

Instantly, the makeshift bound flew from your mouth as you screamed his name like a thousand times over, gritty noises of wailing cries from your soul itself as you tried to shove him out of you. Head slamming down on the door handle from him nailing down on your cluster of nerves just up behind your clit, you could’ve cried from the view of your juices spraying all over his gorgeous body. Your insides felt mixed around, reaching new depths you had no knowledge of being there. The swell of your stomach came from the sheer girth of his massive fucking shaft, rearranging the layout of your guts with such vigor.

“So fuuucking wet, so fucking- good. Cum on it f’me doll.”

His dick’s print bulging out on the inside of your stomach caused your vision to churn, unrhythmic moans in obscene noises displaced from his plunges forward. Zuko sped up impossibly faster, spanking down the underside of your ass with his pelvis viciously. It’s obvious there were some bright red mark down there, you’re now at the peak of your overstimulation twitching and jerking your body around the sticky leather from your sweat and never ending fluids. The jerks came in sprodiac groups, legs shaking violently in the air from sheer muscle exhaustion.

Deciding that you were literally at the crest of passing out, you rapidly tapped on the seat beside you to signal to Zuko that you were trying to tap out this round. Before you could even sit upright to remove yourself from him with slight movements, he hooked your legs with the aid of his powerful arms to pin you down altogether with most of his body weight.

“No, don't run now, I’m not finished with you yet.”

Oh if only you could even grasp at how pitiful of a wail that was punched out from you was, you were genuinely burning from a plethora of emotions, sensations, thoughts, words. It was crazy how he had you at his mercy and his will, if heat wasn’t already there it definitely came to wash in another wave over you. It all felt absolutely amazing on the precipice of an orgasm so great you’d think you died and went to heaven for the first time.

The blood that circulated throughout your veins ran freezing cold, eyes shooting open with your pupils narrowed and thin, back arching up into something practically inhumane. Your body spasmed out vehemently, yet nothing fell from your mouth, just silence for the moment of your climax. And so you officially collapsed back down onto the backseat, limbs all going into a limp jelly feel.

She continued to loudly moan, regardless of her finish, Zuko still hasn’t had his own fill yet. He rutted into her body to fuck her deeper against the material of the seats, thrusts growing reckless and overwhelming in pure force. The pure white ring of her finish accumulated around the base of his cock as he drove it a good inch further every single time he rocked back inside. Their combined fluids grew sticky from Zuko churning them into a disgruntled pulp, the micro-strings of ot all sticking to their bodies, mixing with sweat.

It wasn’t long until after a few more strokes that he came wholly, pressing down on your stomach to cave in his cum in the depths of your womb. Zuko groaned rather quietly, but loud enough for you to hear. The couple’s noises of gratification in sync as she squirted another few times.

Your eyes glittered as you checked out the state of the car in all of its glory, the windows were well fogged over, clothes thrown anywhere haphazardly, and the seat was completely covered in a puddle. The way your entire body quaked rapidly as he withdrew with a loud suction noise, a quiet chuckle came from above you, gaining your attention as he reached for his phone left in the driver’s seat.

“You mind?” Zuko said with a gentle, tired smile. You returned the warm visage, flipping over on your stomach to arch your lower half up in front of him. The flash flickered on illuminating the internal dark aesthetics of the Bentley they were currently in, preparing themselves for another senseless round. His essence leaked down the innermost parts of your thigh as he positioned himself up at your entrance, grabbing a handful of your ass.

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“You owe me a shit ton of Chick fil a for what you just put me through.”

“Why not Wendy’s? It’s ch-“

“Don’t play with me Zuko.”

[cheollipop]

take a break

navi | taglist

pairing: choi san x fem!reader

w.c.: 2.6k

tags: smut, fluff

after days of isolating himself in his room to study, you offered to help san relax. you forgot one thing, however -- that choi san has always been better at giving love than receiving it.

warnings: soft dom!san, praise, oral sex (m & f receiving), fingering, masturbation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex (boooo 👎), creampie, impregnation/breeding kink, overstimulation, slight cockwarming, nicknames (sannie; baby, angel, darling, love, treasure)

A/N: this fic came out of nowhere ngl, I was planning another one and then BAM- over 2k words of filth -- some of the dialogue in this made me short-circuit. I hope you enjoy! ^^ <3

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!!

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You peeked through the open door into San's room, your gaze fixing on his slumped shoulders as he typed away at his laptop. The final week of the semester was always the hardest on him, his assignments piling up just before exam season. He'd often isolate himself in his room for days, and you'd have to spoon-feed him his meals when he refused to look away from his laptop. He was mumbling to himself while his fingers tirelessly punched at the keyboard, deleting words and sentences and replacing them with ones he found more appropriate.

You smiled to yourself, pushing yourself off the doorframe and walking towards him. His body jolted when you placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Shit, babe, you scared me," his hand flew to his chest, his heart beating rapidly under his palm.

Your smile widened. How cute, you thought. "Sorry," you kissed the tip of his nose. Taking in the redness of his eyes, probably dry and painful whenever he blinked, you pulled the eyedropper from behind your back. "Lean back," you muttered the instruction.

"There's no need-"

You raised an eyebrow at him, and he stopped his sentence, leaning his head back against the headrest. Your smile returned for a second before fading to make way for your tongue to peek out in concentration. Your fingers were gentle against his eyelids, holding them open while dropping the liquid into each eye. You pulled away and screwed the lid shut while San blinked rapidly.

"Thank you," he grabbed your hand, swinging it back and forth twice before bringing it to his lips and placing a tender kiss over your knuckles.

Your heart felt warm at the gesture. You ran your free hand through his hair, smoothing down the disheveled locks.

"Why don't you take a break?" You suggested, looking down at him with big eyes – you hoped they would convince him.

"Ah, baby, I really shouldn't," he sighed, looking back at his screen. "It's due in two days and I have so much left to do; I haven't even finished it, let alone proofread whatever I managed to write already-"

You watched as he began to spiral, the stress staining his expression, so you pinched his chin between two fingers and moved his head away from the screen to face you again.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Smiling, you lowered your voice so only he could hear you – despite there not being anyone else present. "I've missed you, Sannie. Won't you let me help you relax? I promise it'll feel good."

You saw, in real time, as the hesitation in his eyes disappeared, replaced by excitement when he took in the meaning behind your words.

"Okay."

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“Fuck,” he threw his head back when you licked a stripe up the underside of his cock – standing hard and throbbing against his lower belly.

You looked up to meet his eyes, fluttering your eyelashes at him as you glided your tongue over the throbbing vein stretching over his length – he almost came right then and there. You were taking him so well, licking at his tip teasingly, his shirt hanging off your shoulders and adding to the visual. He wondered if it would still smell like you even after you washed it.

His thoughts were interrupted when you finally took him into your mouth whole, relaxing your jaw until he hit the back of your throat. San’s hand flew to your nape, tangling in the hair there and pulling harshly, but not enough to pull you off – the pain egging you on.

“Holy fuck, (Y/n), my love. Your mouth- god,” he let out a throaty moan when you swallowed around him.

Your hand reached down to cup his balls, fondling them while you drew him out of your mouth until the tip was leaning against your lips. The corners of your mouth curled, smiling at San’s flushed cheeks, his eyes heavy and lidded as he stared right back at you from where he was leaning against the headboard. San’s hand reached forward to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your cheekbone, touch so delicate you almost forgot you'd had his cock down your throat less than a minute ago.

"My beautiful baby," he breathed, his eyes soft as he took in your features.

San bit down on his bottom lip when you took his cockhead into your mouth again, giving it a firm suck and smiling when he groaned. You flattened your tongue against the underside of his cock and slowly took his length down your throat, nuzzling your nose into the soft skin at the base. You sectioned your cheeks, your eyes tearing up as you tried not to gag around him, his cock twitching uncontrollablely in your mouth.

"Fuck, (Y/n) wait, wait-" San's hands cupped your jaw, pulling you off him, a string of spit connecting you to his cockhead. His cheeks were flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly as he gazed at you with hooded eyes, glazed over with lust. "I almost came, shit, sorry. Give me a second."

You raised an eyebrow at him. "That's the point, no?" You breathed out a laugh.

His mouth curled into a mischievous smirk. "Not yet."

With deft fingers, San flipped your positions, stripping you of your sweats and panties and throwing them off the bed before sitting back on his heels to take you in – dressed in nothing but his shirt. With his hands cupping your knees, he spread your legs in front of him, nearly growling at the glistening arousal dripping from your pussy – the tight ring clenching and unclenching around nothing.

"What a-are you doing?"

"It's your turn now," his eyes were fixed on your middle, clicking his tongue when your legs closed around it. San parted them again, met with a little resistance, his hands sliding down your inner thighs teasingly.

You sat up the best you can, pouting as heat creeped up your face when your eyes flitted down to San's cock – painfully hard, the tip red and angry where it stood against his lower belly. "But I'm supposed to be making you feel good."

San smiled, dimples dipping into his cheeks while he looked at you fondly. "Oh baby, when do you ever not make me feel good?"

You weren't convinced, closing your legs again and trapping his hands between them. San narrowed his eyes at you, forcing your legs apart yet again and placing himself between them.

"Saaaan," you whined, your knees bumping against his shoulders.

“I thought you said you missed me.” Leaning over your lower half, he kissed down your thighs, leaving a trail of bruises, some darker than others. "Just let me have a taste," he muttered against your skin, his words interrupted by kisses.

"San, stop being a stubborn shit!"

"Have I told you how hot you are when you're angry?" San giggled when you huffed, falling back against the bed with a plop once you realized that he wasn't going to give up. His lips strayed down to place kisses around your mound, not quite close enough to where you need him. "So, what do you say, hm? Can I?" He pressed his lips to your clit, flicking it once with his tongue. Your breath hitched, heat soaring through every nerve in your body.

As per usual, he had won this battle, and he would probably win the next one with only a single sweet smile.

You reached down to cup the back of his head and pushed his face between your legs, his tongue not wasting a second to lap at your folds, swallowing your nectar with a low moan. With his thumbs digging into the skin at either side of your cunt, San spread you out and circled his tongue around your entrance, dipping his tongue in teasingly before moving back up to suck your clit into his mouth. His fingers found your hole before you could complain, stuffing you with two of his digits and curling them to press against your walls until your back jumped off the mattress.

“San- Ngghhh, right there, fuck,” you fisted your hands in San’s hair, pushing his face further into you.

He tongued at your clit with vigor, his eyes closed while he nuzzled his nose into your pubic bone. The sweet noises you were making only incited San to go harder, punching at your g-spot with every thrust. His other hand had long since strayed down to pump his cock, moaning against your clit when he squeezed at his tip, smearing precum down the rest of his length. His hand moved sloppily over his cock, his high only a breath away with the way you were clenching down on his fingers.

“Oh, fuck, San- I’m-”

The vibration of San’s moans as he came into his fist sent you over the edge. Your thighs shook around his shoulders, fingers tugging painfully at his hair while you rolled your hips over his flattened tongue and reveled in the slow pump of his digits inside you as you rode out your high. San slipped his fingers out when your knees pressed against his shoulders in an attempt to close, your hips moving away from his mouth as you began to feel overstimulated. With a final kiss to your clit, San pulled away.

You took in each other’s appearance – you, your cheeks a bright red, panting heavily while your thighs twitched and quivered as you recovered from your orgasm; and him, your arousal dripping from his chin, his eyes hooded and glazed over with lust, his thighs painted with his own cum while his cock twitched where it hung between his legs. You reached a hand out to him and San didn't waste time climbing over you and slotting your lips together, making you taste yourself on his lips. San’s tongue ran over your teeth, then found your own before he sucked it into his mouth. His hips rolled against you, his cock already half-hard where it slid through your dripping folds; your body jolted when it brushed against your sensitive clit.

“See what you’ve done to me? ‘Cumming all over myself before I even got the chance to fuck you properly.” He covered your parted lips with his own, muffling the broken moans he pried out of you with every insistent grind of his hips. “How will you take responsibility? Hm?”

You gripped his shoulder, digging your nails into the skin when shocks of overstimulation brought tears to your eyes, shivers running through your body. “San, S-san, wait- please, give me a second-”

“Mmm, I- ahh, I don’t think you can wait any longer, my darling.” San kissed over your jawline, running his tongue over the shell of your ear. His cock was now fully hard, heavy against your cunt as he continued his unrelenting pace. “I think you still miss me very much.”

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Your legs shook where they were propped up over San’s shoulders, his cock pounding into you frantically while he bit down on your nipple, nuzzling his nose into the soft flesh around it – bending your body in half so you could take him properly. You were already out of breath, San’s cock pushing so deep inside you and pressing against your g-spot with every forceful thrust. He kissed his way up to your jaw before peppering kisses all over your cheeks and nose, breathing out airy moans in between.

“My love, my sweet girl, you’re taking me so well,” he kissed over your parted lips, taking in the pretty melodies you were expelling. “Such a perfect pussy, hahh- so fucking tight.”

San gripped your thighs, pressing a kiss to your knee beforee bringing them down from his shoulders and wrapping them around his hips to allow his cock even deeper into your heat. You reached for him, and he instantly leaned down so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chest to his while his hips continued thrusting into you, slowing to a heavy grind before drawing his length out to the tip and slamming back in.

“San, Sannie, feels so gooood- hnnngh,” your eyes rolled to the back of your head when San’s hand slipped between your bodies to toy at your clit, flicking it at the same pace as his thrusts.

"Louder. Let everyone hear your pretty voice, angel,” he pressed wet kisses over your flushed cheeks. “Show them all just how much you missed me."

His fingers on your clit circled around to grab a fistful of your ass, guiding your hips to meet his thrusts and watching your skin ripple at the impact. “Good god, I’m going to fill you up, stuff you so full and have you carry my children. Would you like that, treasure?”

“Yeah, yes, please. Give it to me, Sannie. Ngghhh- Make me pregnant, make me a mommy, p-please!”

Broken cries slipped out of your mouth as San hammered his cock into you, feeling it twitch and throb between your walls while he came. He fucked his cum into you while two of his fingers worked your clit, his thrusts desperate as he tried to bring you over the edge with him. He buried his face into your neck, groaning and grunting as he overstimulated himself, fucking into you with urgency.

“Fuuuck, baby, please- please, shit, cum for me,” he pressed his hips into yours, shoving his cock as deep as it could go and pressing the tip against your sweet spot, his cum seeping out of your abused cunt.

San chanted praise into your skin, emitting a hearty groan as your pussy clenched around him when your orgasm finally washed over you: your vision blurred, toes curling as pleasure flooded your body and sent your nerves into overdrive. San remained still, leaving you to ride out your high at your own pace despite being overstimulated himself. He sprinkled soft kisses all over your face – from your chin, to your cheeks, delicately over your closed eyelids, then up to your forehead before moving back down to press gentle pecks to your lips. When you slumped down against the mattress, a sheen of sweat illuminating your skin, San pulled back to look at you. A fond smile adorned his lips and the dimples you loved so much decorated his cheeks, his eyes soft as they took in your content expression.

“Hi,” he spoke, voice so soft you felt a wave of warmth surging in your chest.

“Hey,” you giggled, bringing him in for another kiss – the slow movement of lips, I love you’s whispered against each other’s skin like a prayer.

“(Y/n), baby,” he muttered while his mouth strayed down to your neck.

Your fingers carded through his locks, sighing when he sucked at your sweet spot. “Mm?”

“Not that I don’t love being inside you, but I can’t really pull out when you’ve got me trapped like this,” he chuckled into your neck, kissing over the blossoming bruise he'd left behind.

Your lips curled into a timid smile and you wrapped your limbs tighter around his figure, warming his softening cock between your walls. “Mm, good."

You clenched down on San teasingly, giggling when he hissed sharply, your laughter getting louder when his fingers began to poke at your sides. “You little- let go of me!”

“N-no!” You squirmed under him, gasping for air as he continued to tickle you.

His fingers stopped their ministrations after a few seconds and he smoothed his hands over your waist. “What if I promise to stay here and cuddle with you for the rest of the day? Will you let go of me then?”

Your eyebrows shot up, “what about your assignment?”

San cupped your jaw, his eyes full of love as he looked down at where you laid under him, so beautiful after he’d had you. How could he ever deny you anything?

“It can wait. It seems I've been neglecting my pretty baby and now I gotta make it up to her.”

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[kiss-me-cill-me]

could you write a fic about any cillian character, of ur choice, were its the readers first time and he is really sweet and gentle? Luv your writings btw!!!

Any character, you say...? 👀 Well, then I guess it's time to take a shot at my white whale. I love zombies, I love 28 Days Later, and I love Jim. I have been somewhat avoiding writing for him because I didn't feel like I had any strong concepts for a fic, and I struggle to get his "voice" right in my head for the dialogue. But gosh darn it, the world needs more Jim fics. And I feel like this prompt just fits him. Thank you for the request, anon, and for giving me the push I needed!

Morning Light

Pairing: Jim (28 Days Later) x Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: In a rare moment of peace in a strange new world, you and Jim find comfort in each other's arms.

Warnings: Smut, loss of virginity (for reader, not Jim), oral (f receiving), praise, brief mention of past attempted sexual assault (basically what happens in canon), for the purposes of this fic we're gonna pretend that Jim doesn't get shot in the stomach lmao

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

Jim’s lips taste like something you can’t quite put your finger on. Whatever it is, it has you swooning. Dizzy with desire as you inhale; trying to steady your breath while your hand trails down over his bare chest.

“We really don’t have to,” he murmurs.

“I know,” you reply. “But I want to.”

You lean in for another kiss. Bodies pressed so tightly together, laying on the rickety little bed in the tiny cottage you now call home, you truly do want nothing more. Jim, stretched lazily out beneath you, brings a hand up to cup your face and deepen the kiss. Your senses swell with that scent, whatever it is, and your eyes flutter closed against the light that streams in through the windows.

“Are you sure?” he asks, pulling away again, just enough to speak.

His nose still brushes softly against yours, and his thumb trails over your cheek. You feel yourself melt deeper into his touch, almost too distracted to remember to respond.

“I’m sure.”

“But… really? So soon after…”

You know what he’s about to say. What he doesn’t want to remember; choosing instead to let himself trail off as he smooths his fingers over your jawline. But that - that horrible thing that almost happened - is all part of the reason why you want Jim so badly. You want your first time to be with him. To be special; with someone you truly care for. 

Years and years ago, when all of your friends had been so desperate to grow up and run headfirst into their sexuality, you had been content to wait. But now, things have changed. Being alive suddenly feels fragile and impermanent, and your dangerous encounter with the soldiers has taught you that life doesn’t wait for you. Nor does it wait for that perfect moment.

Although, this moment here with Jim does feel somehow perfect. Jim’s body against yours is warm, and even with both of your sweaters flung over the side of the bed, you feel a heat washing over your chest as Jim wraps his strong arms around you a little tighter.

“Jim, are you really the nervous one here?” You laugh, your voice a bit airy and high as it betrays your own nerves.

“M’not nervous,” he scoffs. “I’m just… I don’t want to hurt you, or force you into anything.”

You let your body sink into his. Jim pulls you even closer, pressing your weight into his chest. Your forehead rests lightly against his, noses still touching as you laugh again.

“Girl gets you naked in bed like this, and you still think you’re forcing her?” you tease.

“Well, fair.” Jim relents. “You were the one who took off my clothes.”

Jim nuzzles into another kiss as he speaks, breaking some of the tension and making you clutch at his chest. This time, his lips linger against yours a little longer, parting just slightly so the tip of his tongue can dart out. You feel the ache inside of you deepen, your body calling out to his.

“But you’re sure, though?” Jim asks again. He moves his hand to your shoulder, steadying you. “You do want to? We don’t have t-”

His words are cut off by your hand drifting lower, until your fingers are wrapped tightly around him. Despite Jim’s insistence that you don’t “have to,” it’s abundantly clear that he wants to.

His skin is like silk under your fingers. Your hand moves slowly up and down, coaxing him on as you bite at his lip. Jim breaks the kiss to lean his head back into the pillow, eyes still shut as an expression of bliss overtakes his features.

“Okay - you’re sure you haven’t done this before?” he jokes, one blue eye cracking open to look at you.

You try to contain a laugh.

“Don’t flatter me,” you tease back. “It’s probably just been months since you’ve gotten any…”

“Ouch, insulting my masculinity and yet she still expects me to fuck her.”

Jim meets your sly look with one of his own, just as your expression crumbles into embarrassment. His smirk quickly turns into a smile, seeing the effect his words have.

“And she likes a little dirty talk, does she?”

Your face heats up even more, and Jim kisses the tip of your nose. 

“Sorry, love. Just can’t resist teasin’ ya,” he hums.

Despite your inexperience, you feel certain that you’re not supposed to feel this flustered. But, Jim has that effect on you. He always has. The pressure that’s been steadily building between your legs suddenly feels even more uncomfortable.

“Having second thoughts?” Jim laughs as you wriggle against him.

“You wish,” you challenge, pressing your nose against his a bit harder.

Suddenly, Jim grabs your waist and flips you over, so that his weight is pressed over you. He sinks a kiss into the hollow of your neck - still gentle, but with a hint of lust now that’s becoming impossible to ignore.

“Guess I might as well just give in if y’want it so badly,” Jim whispers, his breath fanning hot against your chest.

His words send a thrill of excitement through you; bursting out from your lungs and rushing all the way down to your toes. You bring your hands up to his shoulders, clinging to him as he pulls away from you. You’re confused for a moment, until he looks up into your eyes as he sinks lower down your body.

“How’s this?” Jim starts. “First I’ll eat you out, an’ then we can see how you’re feeling.”

The air seems to catch in your throat, but you nod. Jim plants a soft kiss on your stomach before drifting lower, hands parting your legs so that he can settle in.

“Lucky me,” Jim says, taking a long look at you. “Pretty face and a pretty pus-”

“Jim!” you cry, covering your face with your hands.

He kisses the inside of your leg, teasing with a gentle nip of his teeth.

“Ah, don’t get all shy on me, now,” he murmurs.

You look down to see a devilish glint in Jim’s eyes, staring back up at you. They’re so blue, you think you could drown in them. But, you fight to shake yourself out of the trance.

“It’s hard not to when you’re… looking at it,” you complain, laughing nervously.

“Hey, don’t be embarrassed - I mean it. You’re beautiful.”

Your cheeks burn hotter than ever as Jim continues.

“Every part of you is beautiful.”

He kisses your leg again, and before you have a chance to respond, his lips have moved over your core, and you gasp. Jim’s mouth is warm and wet; his tongue pressed flat against you as he gives you a moment to get used to the sensation. It’s so different from anything you’ve ever felt. Of course, you had touched yourself there before - but Jim’s tongue is nothing like the rough pads of your fingers. It’s so soft, and you feel yourself sink further into the mattress, prompting a low creak from the ancient bedframe.

Jim’s tongue moves just a centimeter, brushing up against your clit as he sucks gently into his mouth. You can’t help the soft sigh that leaves you, or the way your fingers grab onto the bed sheets, fabric bunching up in your grip. 

“How’s that feel, love?” Jim asks, breaking away.

“It’s… wow,” you answer, already a little out of breath.

“Rave reviews,” Jim jokes, smile creeping back over his face. “Tell all your friends, yeah?”

You have half a mind to shove him, if only you could find the willpower to reach down between your legs. As it is, all you can do is let out another breathy sigh. Your body feels strangely heavy, and you use every ounce of your strength to move your hips down toward him.

“Jim… more,” you plead.

You expect him to make another quip, but instead, you feel his tongue press against you again, the fan of his breath tickling you as he sighs happily. Your fingers curl, and your back arches. One of Jim’s hands comes up to find yours, peeling your fingers out from the blankets so that they can intertwine with his. You squeeze his hand, feeling yourself grow more and more desperate as the swirl of new sensations overwhelm you.

“J-Jim-”

You barely get to start your sentence before the pleasure reaches its peak, washing over you like the rays of soft sunlight still pouring in through the windows. Your sharp cry turns into a gasp, breath hitching as your whole body seems to buzz. Jim’s hand in yours anchors you, as his lips kiss you gently through your release.

When he sits up, Jim’s face is just a bit too smug.

“What are you smiling at?” you groan, throwing your head back into the pillow to stare up at the ceiling.

“Making you feel good,” Jim answers sincerely.

He kisses his way back up your body, finally pressing his lips to your shoulder and leaving another small bite.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

You sigh, letting all of the air leave your lungs. The pause lingers for a brief moment before you answer.

“Like I’m floating.”

“That good, huh?”

You can practically hear the smirk in Jim’s voice. Weakly, you bat at his arms.

“Don’t get all cocky,” you warn.

“I thought that’s what you wanted.”

Jim really is unbearable. You look at each other for a moment, Jim’s eyes fixed intently on your face, while you can still hardly focus on what’s in front of you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Still want to keep going?” Jim asks you.

“Mmmm,” you sigh, nodding your head.

Jim’s hand slides down to cup your sex, one finger brushing against your entrance. He leans up to kiss you properly, pausing at the feel of your tongue in his mouth as you press past his lips. Whatever you had tasted there before was gone; replaced by your own slightly tangy arousal. Jim groans, and a deep hum fills your mouth.

“Let me know if you want me to stop,” he whispers.

But as soon as he pushes past your resistance, you know there’s no chance of you stopping him. The stretch is too good. You’ve done this before to yourself, too - but your fingers are slender compared to Jim’s. His fill you up and have you nearly seeing stars as you cling to him, moving to grasp his arms for support.

“Feels good?”

You nod, not trusting yourself to speak. The stretch only stings a little bit, and you’re so wet you barely even notice. The pleasure takes over as Jim pumps in and out of you, coating his finger with your slick.

“One more,” you beg.

“Be patient,” Jim scolds, as he continues to slowly work you open. “Try to relax a bit more.”

You do; letting your body settle down onto the mattress. As you relax your muscles, trying to focus again on your steady breathing, Jim kisses the edge of your jaw.

“Okay,” he says. “Tell me if this is too much.”

Despite your best attempts to loosen up, the addition of a second finger is just a bit painful, stretching you beyond anything you’ve felt before. You jump, a little surprised, then relax into the feel of it.

“Still alright?”

“Mmm-hm,” you reply, breathing slowly out through your nose.

“Good,” Jim breathes. “Doing so well for me, love.”

His words make you melt, and you feel yourself clenching around his fingers. Jim lets out a low moan.

“Fuck,” he laughs. “You’re gonna feel amazing. Can’t wait ‘til you’re wrapped around me.”

There’s that familiar heat on your face, rushing in as Jim makes your whole body burn with his words yet again. Not as filthy as before, but somehow the genuine lust in his voice is even worse. You feel him yearning for you; still pressed hard against your leg as he patiently stretches you out. You tilt your head back into the pillows, silently begging him to kiss your neck, and Jim’s lips press over your pulse.

“Jim?” you sigh.

“Hm?”

“Can you please stop stalling and fuck me now?”

You feel Jim smirk against your neck, clearly enjoying the fact that you have a dirty mouth, too - when you want to. He presses one more kiss to your collarbone.

“Stalling, am I? First time I’ve heard a girl call it that.”

Jim laughs, briefly, and you feel his breath fan over you again.

“I’d ask if you’re sure you’re ready,” he taunts. “But I really don’t think I’ve ever made anyone this wet before.”

You’re so turned on you almost forget to be embarrassed, but the feeling of Jim shifting to line up with your entrance is enough to make that burning heat creep over your cheeks again.

“Are you ready, though?” Jim asks, kissing you quickly before pulling back to let you answer.

“I am.”

You reach up to wrap your arms tight around him again as he sinks into you, pressing forward inch by inch. Your eyes widen by the time he’s halfway in, shocked at how it just keeps going. Jim feels your hesitation and stops.

“Everything alright?” he pants. Clearly, Jim is having a bit of trouble composing himself, too.

“It’s fine,” you reply. “Just… big.”

Jim laughs, a little more strained than usual as your walls press all around him.

“You’ll really have to stop stroking my ego like that if you want this to last more than five minutes, love,” he teases.

“Jim…” you start to complain.

“I know, I know. ‘Shut up and fuck me,’ she says,” Jim mutters. He presses into you a bit more, and a soft, desperate sigh leaves your lips. “Or at least, she would if she could think straight,” he continues.

He’s right; you’re not thinking of anything other than him, and how he’s filling you up so completely. Stretching out your walls and touching places inside of you that you didn’t know even existed, until now. Replacing the dull ache of your arousal with an unfamiliar pressure - but certainly not an unwelcome one.

“How’s it feel?” Jim asks.

“It’s… different. Feels kind of weird,” you admit.

“Okay, you don’t have to keep my ego in check that much,” Jim laughs. His eyes meet yours for a brief second, and then close. “But, fuck, you feel so fucking good.”

Jim’s face dips down to your shoulder, and you can tell that he’s barely still able to hold it together. Although you had been joking earlier, you’re certain that it truly has been months for Jim. You can’t say for sure when the last time he got laid was, but it had to have been before the start of everything. Poor guy. This is the perfect opportunity to mess with him. Call it payback for all the teasing.

“Alright,” you sigh, trying to keep your voice light and jovial. It’s harder than it should be when your heart is pounding out of your chest. “I got what I wanted out of you; we can stop now.”

Jim groans above you, his forehead pressing even deeper into the crook of your shoulder.

“You’re joking,” he whines, one hand gripping at your waist. His fingers tighten a little. “Please say you’re joking.”

You stay silent, lips pursed together in a barely-contained smile. Jim pulls back to look at you, and instantly notices the smug look on your face.

“You’re unbelievable,” Jim huffs, pressing his lips against your neck once again in a hungry kiss.

He pinches your hip, making you squirm. Jim steadies you, holding you in place as he plants another kiss on your lips, then pulls back.

“We haven’t even gotten to the good part yet,” he teases.

“You mean the good part wasn’t watching you almost cum all over the sheets just from eating me out?”

Now it’s Jim’s turn to be flustered, and you watch with delight as a soft dusting of pink crosses his cheeks.

“You’d better watch it,” Jim says, squeezing you again. “I was gonna be gentle, you know. But if you keep this up, I might just have to fuck you silly.”

You giggle, the sound of your bright laughter filling the room. For a few seconds, the only thing in the world that matters is Jim. Every moment that’s brought you here, no matter how painfully etched in stone, is worth it to be here with him.

“Will you, though?” you say, bringing Jim’s face a bit closer so yours can look into his eyes. “Be gentle?”

“Of course,” Jim hums, leaning down to kiss your soft lips. “Are you still feeling okay?”

“Yes…”

And you are. You've gotten used to the stretch, and the strange pressure has built into a need that has you fighting to stop yourself from pushing up against Jim’s hips, desperate for friction.

“You sure?” Jim asks, sensing that something has been left unsaid.

“I just… I want to feel you move,” you admit, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Jim turns his head to kiss your temple, letting his lips hover over your warm skin.

“That's the good part, love,” Jim teases. “Wrap your legs around me,’kay?”

You do as he says, bringing your legs up to fold around his waist. It causes Jim to hit at a new angle inside you, and for a second you think about backing out. This feels like it could be too much; like he's able to press too deeply inside of you - and the thought of giving someone else so much of yourself is daunting.

But when Jim starts to move, gently and carefully, all of your worries disappear. The first few times he thrusts feel a bit strange, but soon, the feeling is making you lightheaded in the best possible way. Not to mention the way that the swell of his head seems to part you, making you clench at his absence and sigh in pure bliss when he fills you back up. You can feel every inch of yourself as he slowly rocks in and out, hips staying close to avoid overwhelming you.

“Jim!” you cry, squeezing your legs around him a little harder.

“You like it there?” he grunts, his voice gentle but laced with desire.

He changes his angle to hit the spot again, and this time your fingers press into his back. Jim kisses you, swallowing your moans as you feel yourself building toward your release. This time, with Jim pressing deep inside you, you feel yourself clamp down around him.

“Gonna come for me again, pretty girl?” Jim whispers.

Your body is too rigid to even nod as you feel it finally wash over you - a wave of pleasure more intense than you can handle. You're panting and laughing all at once as Jim presses kisses all over your face.

“That was incredible,” he praises, softly. 

You look up to see him, his face framed so perfectly in the glow of the morning light. His lips are slightly parted, awe plainly written in the way his eyes trail over you. You have a sudden urge to run your fingers through his cropped hair, and press his mouth to yours.

But instead, Jim leans down to give you another gentle kiss. That taste on his lips is back again, slightly sweet and utterly addictive. 

“Enjoy your first time, love?” Jim teases, pulling himself out of you with one final, toe-curling drag. He kisses you again, lips pressed firm against yours like there’s truly nowhere else in the world he’d rather be.

You surface from your post-sex haze just long enough to be confused. Aren't these things supposed to end with a little more… bravado?

“Jim, aren't you gonna…? Don't you want to…?”

“Not this time, love,” he cuts in. “Like I said, don't want to hurt you.”

“You wouldn’t hurt me!” you protest.

Jim pauses, still hovering just above you. He leans down to whisper in your ear, his low voice getting a shade darker.

“Maybe not, but I do think I might break the poor bed if I let myself do everything I want to ya,” he murmurs.

“We can sleep on the floor,” you say, responding without hesitation.

Jim laughs softly, trailing his fingers over the swell of your hip. He pulls back to look at you again, blue eyes swimming with lust.

“Don't worry, love - you look so good like this, I'm not gonna be able to resist it for long. But for now…”

Jim flops down onto the rickety bed, pulling you with him to rest on his chest. The rhythmic rise and fall of his breath makes you feel calm, soothing you all the way down from your high. Jim brings a hand up to cradle your neck, pressing you into him just a bit more so that he can lean down to kiss your forehead.

As you lay there together, your eyes flutter closed.

“Jim?”

“Mm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what?” he scoffs. 

Same playful Jim that you first fell for, weeks ago now. You can't help but smile, and snuggle up a bit closer.

“For always being here for me,” you answer.

“Of course, love.” Jim's breaths are slowing down now, lulling you into the same sleep that he's quickly falling into. “Any time.”

You kiss him, lips pressing into his bare chest, and Jim’s arms squeeze you tightly. As the sunlight streams in through the dusty windows, blanketing both of you in its warmth, you realize just how lucky you are. You press an ear against his chest, listening to the thrum of Jim’s heartbeat.

[defectivehero]

dialogue

Sometimes, I hate dialogue. Sometimes, I love it. Will I ever be perfect at it? Absolutely not. Are there a few things I've learned as I write more dialogue? ... Yes. Here are some of those things:

[as always, no pressure to use any of these tips. writing doesn't have a "one size fits all" formula.]

Conversations aren't always super smooth, equal exchanges where everything is reciprocated. Sometimes, individuals cut each other off. Sometimes, one individual is doing most of the talking while the other is mostly listening. Think about your characters and what is unique about them. Then, embrace that in your writing! Things like: a) answering questions two paragraphs later, b) dodging the subject and then coming back to it, and c) saying one thing but meaning another are just a few examples of ways to liven up dialogue. If a character is super energetic and eager, they may dominate the conversation (unknowingly or knowingly). If a character is more withdrawn, they may pause before speaking, speak in smaller fragments, or elect not to speak at all. The unique personalities and circumstances of your character can show through in dialogue.

Consider more than just the dialogue. This is probably my favorite thing to do, because sometimes, I just can't get the words to be perfect. And that's okay! Often, a sentiment is better portrayed through a description of a person's body language—think of gestures, facial expressions, etc—than through written dialogue. Think about a character who has gotten sick as an example. There's two ways you can approach their dialogue: 1) focus on the words they're speaking and use descriptions as accessories, or 2) focus on their body language and use dialogue as an accessory. I often find myself thinking that dialogue has to be the main focus, but it doesn't! For the sick character example, I try thinking about how they look and how they may feel. Often times, those kinds of things can also inspire dialogue! In this case, the sick character may: speak with a more raspy tone; have trouble getting the words out; have an interrupted flow of speech because of sniffles or coughs; shiver with cold or sweat; or have a hazy look to their eyes. Details like these often take away some of the pressure I put on myself to have the perfect dialogue.

Dive into the mechanics of the person's voice. Is their voice raspy, gravelly, deep, high? Is there an underlying emotion showing through? How about the volume—are they speaking loudly, softly, or somewhere in the middle? Do they accentuate their statements in a certain way, such as breaking their statements up into shorter phrases with pauses in between?

Think about the setting. I say something along these lines in virtually every writing tips post, but I think the setting is super important and a great way to add some flavor to a dialogue. Where are your characters? Is there anyone nearby—and if so, how do they respond? Do the characters drop to a whisper to avoid eavesdropping or do they carry on as normal? How about the place where the interaction occurs—is it traditionally loud, quiet, or somewhere in the middle? What time of day is it—does the conversation take place in the early morning (think raspy voices from sleep) or late at night (quieter to avoid noise)? Perhaps it's in midday, but the surrounding area is a street bustling with activity?

Explore the context behind the interaction. Why is the conversation occurring? Is it a purpose or task-focused interaction? Is it context-specific? Are there certain elements of language that can only be understood by certain people (think inside jokes or language specific to a place/occurrence)? Also, evaluate the importance of the interaction taking place and go from there. If you're stuck on a part that isn't necessarily inherent to the story (which I usually am), consider shifting to description instead! You can also use dialogue to reference past occurrences, if that makes things easier. Think of a character getting home from work and speaking to their partner. Their partner asks them about their day and the character explains it: "My boss said..." In this example, you would be able to bypass writing the actual interaction between the boss and the character, and instead introduce it to the audience through the character's retelling of it.

I hope these help! Sorry if they're confusing—dialogue is definitely difficult! Each writer will have their own process, and I'm not claiming that mine is picture-perfect.

[frostiislushii]

"Merry Christmas, Dolly"

Ghost x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Content Warnings: Implied smut, rough sex, hand bondage.

A/N: I dont write much, but here it goes, i guess. There also isnt much dialogue because Im more action based with my writing. My apologies, guys.

Ghost was coming home from deployment soon. It was Christmas, and y/n chose the best present to possibly reward him with for making it back. Herself. She, with a considerable amount of struggle, managed to wrap herself with ribbon (nude, mind you) and put herself under the tree. The only thing that even alluded ro Ghost's surprise was a message she set him reading "Merry Christmas, big guy. Hope you enjoy the gift under the tree". With that, it was a waiting game.

Ghost would come through the front door, his hands ever so slightly jittery given the anticipation for whatever was awaiting him under the tree. He took his balaclava and mask off, resting them on a hatrack. He would call out to y/n, his voice tired yet gruff. "Hey Dolly, Im home." This was dollowed with a gleeful reply fron y/n, telling him to come into the livingroom, where the tree was set up. He would follow as told, walking in. His jaw rested slightly agape for a moment, his eyes wide.

There was his darling, his dolly, y/n, next to the tree. She was rested comfortably, tired and wrapped in ribbon. The ribbons were loose, giving Ghost the slightest peek of what was hidden underneath. It brough him visible excitement, his bulge becoming visible through his pants. He would walk over to her slowly, a low whistle leaving his lips. He let out a soft groan, his cock feeling constricted by his pants as he observed every inch of y/n's wrapped figure. "My my..You've outdone yourself, Dolly. All of this work, all for me to enjoy." His voice was a low rumble, seduction and lust clear in his tone.

Y/N looked so good all wrapped up like that. Ghost would move closer to her before suddenly pulling her up, throwing her over his shoulder as he started to walk off to the bedroom. This warrented a surprised gasp from y/n, as she didnt quite expect or anticipate his actions. She didnt onject, though. How could she when her man was this needy? She merely let out a chuckle, her voice sweet like honeydew to Ghost's ears. Ghost would make it to the bedroom, carrying y/n over to the bed before tossing her onto it. Y/N let out a surprised gasp, her eyes widened. Though she carried a mischeivous smirk. This was going to be fun.

Ghost would climb on top of her, hardly giving her time to react or get a word in as he kissed her passionately and roughly. As he kissed her, his hands were working diligently and desperately to get the ribbons off of y/n so he could have full access to her body. He would get them off of her, using them to tie her wrists together. He would rub his clothed bulge over her clit, something that wouldve been uncomfortable for her if it wasnt for how wet she was. "You havent the faintest clue how long I've been waiting to pound your tight little cunt, Dolly." He grumbled before pulling his crotch from hers, undoing his pants and pulling his boxers down to put his hard, girthy cock on full display. He was a big boy, ready to take his prize that he so desperately wanted. He would rub the tip of his cock against her cunt, watching as she squirmed. He had a cocky smirk on his face watching her reactions. "Simon please fuck me already.." Y/N would whine. She moved her hips up in an attempt to make him slide in, but he backed up, clicking his tongue. "Now now, Dolly..What'd we say about patience?" He purred.

This caused y/n to pout, but that was quickly forgotten as he started rubbing her clit in circled with his thumb, inserting two fingers into her cunt. She would moan softly, her pleasure evident. "So excited, even for just my fingers." He teased, pumping his fingers in and out in a smoothe rhythm. He kept going until she was close, her wall tightening around his fingers. Thats when he'd stop. He kept this up, taking pleasure in the fact that y/n, his dolly, couldnt do anything about this besides watch and beg for him to fuck her stupid. After a while, he obliged.

Ghost would line his hard, throbbing cock up with her cunt, sparing no time as he rammed balls deep into her tight cunt. He would let out a groan of pleasure, staying deep inside for a moment as he watched y/n desperately move her hips, wanting more from him. She was a whimpering, begging mess for him already, and they barely begun. He'd chuckle as he'd start thrusting, his pace slow and sweet at first, letting her feel every inch inside of her. He loved listening to the sweet sounds she made for him. She was moaning his name as he picked up the pace, the sounds merely encouraging him, pushing him to go harder. Soon enough, he was pounding her tight cunt, the wetness providing the lubrication he needed to slide in and out with ease.

These two kept their passionate love making going for three rounds, a mix of y/n's cum and Ghost's cum leaking out of her cunt and onto her thighs at this point. They kept going until they were both tired and exhaused. With one last thrust, Ghost released his last load into her sore, pulsing cunt. She milked him dry of everything he had, and he certaibly wasnt opposing that fact. The two of them would lay down in the bed side by side, Ghost whispering sweet words of praise and love into her ear. His dark eyes would lock onto hers, a content smile on his face.

"I loved my present..Merry Christmas, Dolly."

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A/N: Thats it, Im done. Im done. My hand went numb from typing this. Byebye

[brabblesblog]

The case of the two Astarions, on the importance of characterization and having a beta for feedback, and how one word can entirely influence character dialog.

In light of Neil Newbon's characterization of Ascendant!Astarion and Spawn!Astarion, I wanted to post this little example of an interaction between me, and my beloved beta @leomonae that demonstrates exactly how important characterization is to dialogue and how important beta work can be. Context: I, Brabbles, was working on 'Whither is thy beloved gone?', an Ascendant!Astarion romance; Mona was working on 'Thy People Shall Be My People', a Spawn!Astarion x Illithid Tav romance. Both works are specifically character-driven pieces. I beta her work, she betas mine. On this particular day, I was beta-ing her chapter 11 and found a line of dialogue I disagreed with. Here is the line, delivered from spawn Astarion to an Illithid Tav:

“No, I could have bought this from the old Tav, but you can’t seriously expect me to believe that you still care this much about respecting people’s privacy." I took issue with the bolded 'that' in that line; I felt like it should be removed. Here was my gdocs comment from then:

(Context: I write and beta with a mental construct of Ascended Astarion in my head)

We discuss the issue further, of what differentiates our Astarions in our heads - why does she like having that word in there, and why does it feel off to me?

We both sat down, and realized exactly this - that she was aiming for her spawn to have that more flamboyant way of speaking; I, working off my AA writing, was trying to smooth it out. We hashed everything out and figured out our characterization - and to see Neil talk about it was just an amazing experience. TLDR tip for spawn vs ascendant dialog: Your cue for whether it's theatrical is flamboyant, unneccessary words vs a smoother flow, but grander statements for operatic.

Notes:

The swapping clothes thing was basically me making my mental construct Ascendant swap into Spawn clothes, and then read Mona's work acting as Spawn.

"He's more insecure in her love" - Ascendant's need to turn your Tav the moment he ascends; a need to ensure he does not lose them anymore (her being my OC Ban). Would absolutely love to hear your ideas about this, and I hope this gives everyone some insight into I suppose our rather unorthodox (especially mine) writing method. <3 And to @leomonae my dear, I love you.

[sockcanvas]

𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧༝༚༝༚

⚘. A oneshot [668 words]

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ Pairing : Kim Gi-Myung + G.NReader

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ c/w : suggestive | established relationship | fluff/silly

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ a/n : jake’s gloves got me feeling sum typa way 🤤 gif was filtered and cropped by me, but created by @nonden.tx on tiktok. Got some feedback from a friend abt my writing style to not use big boy words I plucked off thesaurus.com😭 also i got lazy at the end, i suck ass with conversational dialogue💔💔 I had this drafted yesterday so i finished it up today, ofc… after my beloved Goo’s silly hurt comfort story [READ IT NOWWW]

snippet . ₊˚. The gloves, like a second skin of his, clung to him with an intimacy that you familiarly shared. Such display of seduction that you wouldn’t have expected Jake to pull off, left you captivated with your mouth agape.

You’ve longed for it, a hidden desire that you never knew you had. It skimmed so close to the surface that you tried terribly to hide it.

Jake’s gloves were a yearning fantasy of yours, how he had secured the bestowed item with his teeth, pulling til his finger tips could no longer slip further.

The first time you seen it happen, was a whole revelation, a delightful tingle that sent a shiver down your spine.

His movements were on purpose, each fingers snugging themselves in the cool embrace of the leather. The gloves, like a second skin of his, clung to him with an intimacy that you familiarly shared. Such display of seduction that you wouldn’t have expected Jake to pull off, left you captivated with your mouth agape.

And his hands, oh.. his hands… They weren’t just hands, rough yet smooth, protected from callous thanks to the gloves. It was like an empty canvas that was painted with experience, it was the hands of Gapryong Kim’s son.

They were large, you could argue, the largest you’ve ever seen. But size isn’t what matters, as many say. It wasn’t his hands at all that intrigued you the most, it was the gloves.

How come the worn leather was so well-preserved?Weathered yet still resilient, it remained as intact as it was since the pre-generational era of fighters, how it was adorned by a unique golden embroidery at it’s hem

Yet, within your desires, Jake remains a masterful tease, skillfully playing with the strings of your eagerness. He was very aware if your ogling, playing along with your gaze, tracing the lines of your fascination with each deliberate movement.

He adorned his hands, savoring the heightened senses that hung in the air. You, the willing participant in this tantalizing stalemate, couldn’t help but succumb to the attraction. His eyes, locked onto yours, read your shift in demeanor. His gloves, now transformed into a sensual artifact, accentuated his every move. As he flexed his fingers, coaxing forth the friction between his leather gloves. A mesmerizing spectacle that hypnotized you to look, each nuance movement drew your gaze. 

In the tender interplay of hunger, captivated by the alluring performance. He gave a knowing smile, a playful glint in his eyes that acknowledged the shared secret between you two. Your figure shifted gradually in response, returning with a sheepish smile to contradict his smug look. 

“What?” you blurted out first, your ears burning hot from being caught in the act of unashamedly ogling his hands. The heat of embarrassment radiates from your cheeks. It was as though a spotlight had been directed onto your not-so-secret fascination.

He chuckled, a playful melody that underscored your discomposure. “You’re practically burning holes into my hands,” he remarked, the amusement evident in his voice, and you couldn’t deny the truth of his statement. Your eyes were laser focused, like it was attempting to etch a lasting impression on those gloves. 

Defensively, you retorted in a childish manner, “You started it!” an accusation that was far from true. The realization that he was well aware of your sneaky glances only intensified the flush on your cheeks.

He leaned in, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and with a sly grin, he teased, “Well, can you blame me? My hands are just irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes, but a subtle smile betrayed you. “Irresistible gloves, maybe,” you scoffed, already openly admitting that his gloves were the factor that held your attention.

Jake, undeterred, leaned back, feigning innocence to his words, “Oh, these old things?” He gestured with the gloves, waving them, “They do have a certain charm, don’t they?” 

You huffed, feigning annoyance, “Don’t flatter yourself, Jake. I just appreciate a good pair of gloves.” Jake lets out a soft laughter that was joined shortly by you. Sharing a playful exchange with good-natured teasing. The gloves, now a shared secret between you two, continued to be a source of amusement, wrapping your interactions with a flirtatious charm.

[hees-mine]

hey bookie, just wanted to lyk u write the most toe curling smut ive ever read😻i wish i could write as good as you, like you really capture the image in the readers head!! do u have advice on writing dialogue? like how to make it realistic, how do u find so many good alternatives instead of saying “he said” or “she said” if you know what i mean? i think the word is dialogue tags😭or just writing advice in general, how to not make the smut awkward!

Hello!! First tysm! 🩵

I mean tmi but like I really have to be in a mood to write smut I think that’s why it seems so realistic cause I really imagine that scene in my head as I write it

Another thing like you were saying with he “he said” “she said” is that you learn from trial and error I do a lot of re reading before posting just to make sure it all sounds right and put together so review your writing also if you can lengthen your vocabulary that will help a lot

I don’t have advice on how to do that cause I can just do it naturally but if I had to I’d say just say you’re wanting to use a word but you already used it so you want to use something else like a different variation

Let’s say the word is “sighed” so instead of saying he sighed you could say “he breathed out” “he exhaled a deep breath” he exhaled” or exasperated sigh”

Or it could be like instead of saying “he sighed” you could say

“Heeseung sighed in annoyance”

“heeseung let out an annoyed sigh”

Or

“Sighing in annoyance heeseung replied”

You feel me?

So it’s kinda just using the words backwards almost which helps a lot to not sound like you’re saying the same thing over and over

Here’s another example for words like “and”

So let’s do a quick lil smutty scene

Example 1

Heeseung’s hands traveled down your waist softly squeezing the flesh and his lips met your neck with wet kisses and he sucked on that spot and you knew there would definitely be marks by tomorrow morning

So now let’s get rid of the “and” and make it sound a bit smoother as you read it I like to make paragraphs as seamless as possible and make them a bit longer so the reader can really feel what’s going on and also I don’t use a lot of big words cause we’re reading for entertainment not to Learn💀

Okay now here’s example number 2

Heeseung’s hands slowly made their way to your hips finger tips digging into the soft flesh causing a desperate moan to fall from your lips that still tingled in excitement from his rough kisses just moments prior his soft lips trail open mouthed kisses along the length of your neck as he leaves soft little love bites for you to remember him the morning after

See the difference? It’s not that the first example was so bad but by using a lot of “ands” it makes it feel like you have to stop and start where if you use “as” all the sudden it becomes smooth and seamless

And an alternative to “as” you could use “while”

Example number 3

Heeseung pinned you against the wall a gasp leaving your lips giving him the perfect opening to slip his tongue inside your mouth tangling it with yours as his cold fingers slip underneath your shirt sending chills down your spine his lips roamed every inch of your neck his supple kisses leave you wanting more as you tangle your hands in his hair black hair a groan transfers from his throat to your mouth the room feels hot as his kisses grow hungrier he tightens his grip on your waist making you moan and throw your head back in pleasure causing you to break the kiss but he doesn’t stop too intoxicated by your scent and your feel that his lips need to be on every inch of you your neck being the next best option as he zeros in on your pulse point kissing sucking and leaving marks that you have to cover in the morning

So boom there you have it those are like three different variations and styles of writing pretty much the same scene

So i hope that helps if you have anymore questions I happy to answer them 🩵

[writingquestionsanswered]

Any tips for writing dialogue that feels real? A lot of the stuff I’ve been trying to write feels clunky and forced.

Why Your Dialogue Feels Inauthentic and Clunky

1 - You Haven't Developed Your Character Voices

Character voice is the way your character's personality comes out in the things they think and say. It's how little or often they speak, whether they're concise or wordy, it's the slang and types of words they use, it's speech quirks like saying "um" or "uh" a lot, it's bad habits like interrupting people, the facial expressions and hand gestures/body language they use when they speak, how things like attitude/knowledge/beliefs affect what they say, and even things like tone of voice and accent. Having a good handle on who your characters are and how that affects what they say when they talk is the first crucial step in writing smooth, authentic dialogue.

2 - You've Got Too Much Dialogue or Not Enough

Good stories are a balance between exposition (explaining), action (things happening), and dialogue (conversation.) That doesn't mean it has to be an even three-way split, but you generally wouldn't want to have a 50/30/20 split, for example. When your dialogue gets lost in the exposition and action, it stands out like a sore thumb when it does occur, and all that attention and pressure on these occasional conversation can make them feel naturally awkward. And when your dialogue overwhelms the exposition and action, there's just so much of it, the awkwardness comes from the sense that these characters never shut-up. So, try to have a reasonable balance of dialogue to action and exposition in every scene, chapter, and the overall story to whatever degree is possible. Again, that doesn't mean you can't have an occasional scene or chapter that's light or heavy on dialogue--as long as it's reasonably balanced overall, it's fine.

3 - Your Characters Are Too Long-Winded

Good dialogue is direct... every line plays a role in furthering the purpose of the conversation, promoting character development, or adding to the reader's understanding of the situation or setting. There are no throwaway lines and no unnecessary soliloquies. Everything is communicated in the fewest words possible--within reason. Your characters don't need to sound like they're speaking in code. They just don't need to spend two paragraphs to communicate that it's snowing.

4 - You're Trying Too Hard to Be "Realistic"

When writing dialogue, it can be tempting to render it out the way we hear it and speak it in real life. So we're tempted to add a lot of pauses, trailing off moments, interruptions, interjections (things like um/ah/hmm/huh/gah/what?!/OMG!) And, perhaps worst of all, over using strange spellings and dropped letters to render accents and speech disability (see: Writing Character Slang and Accents.) While you can do these things sparingly/thoughtfully, you have to be careful about overdoing it in the name of realism, because too much of this stuff actually does the opposite and makes your dialogue feel unauthentic.

5 - You've Got a Couple of "Talking Heads"

When dialogue is just a back and forth of lines, it comes across like a couple of floating heads having a conversation in an empty room. It doesn't feel realistic because in real life, we move our faces and bodies, interact with the environment and people around us, and we're aware of the sensory details of our surroundings. So, make sure to include all of that in your dialogue scenes, too.

AND THE #1 REASON - You're Repeating Dialogue Tags

One of the biggest reasons dialogue ends up sounding clunky and inauthentic is it's over-tagged...

"What time is it?" Jeff asked. "It's eleven," Sarah said.

Pam frowned. "Already?"

"Yep, we're super late," Sarah replied. "We should go."

Jeff laughed and said, "Yeah, we probably should"

It's clunky, it's awkward, it doesn't feel real... See my post Avoiding Repetition with Dialogue Tags for help in cutting back.

I hope that helps!

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[timottea]

10 and 7 together please🥺husband timo

thank you for requesting!! i hope you like husband timo 💗 (dialogue prompts taken from here if you want to send any and i'll happily write some drabbles)

“i don’t feel like cooking,” timothée sighs, curls falling into his eyes as he ambles down the darkening street. he brushes them away impatiently, scrunching his nose as he looks back at your face lighting up his phone screen. “how does takeout sound?”

in lieu of response, you lift the pizza box triumphantly into shot, watching his features soften in gratitude.

“fuck, you’re incredible,” he moans obscenely, making the tips of your ears burn.

“love you too,” you smirk, moving around the bathroom, opening the cabinets to search through your bath bombs.

the apartment is lit with candles; it smells divine, and the flickering flames are soothing and relaxing to watch as you fill the bath with bubbles. after his nineteen hour shoot day, it’s the least you can do for him.

“i just wanna be home,” timothée grumbles, his disgruntled face reappearing on screen. “i miss your face. your in person face.”

you smile sadly as the signal glitches for a moment, then angle your phone so he can see the steady flow of water streaming into the bath. “i know, baby. there’s a bath running already, i know it was a long day for you.”

“have i told you i love you lately?”

“only every day,” you grin cheekily, propping your phone up on the bathroom sink so that you can pull your shirt over your head.

timothée almost collides with a tree.

he fumbles. the phone shakes in his hands, the view of your husband suddenly replaced by a blurry few seconds of new york city skyscrapers.

you stifle a laugh, biting your lip to hide your amusement as you hear him curse out the uneven sidewalk he just tripped over.

your smile, radiant, is what greets him once he regains his footing. he’ll have to chase his heart, at least put it on a lead, as it races ahead, an entire avenue in front of him as it yearns to reach you.

“chère, you’re naked.” 

smooth, chalamet. it’s a good job you’re already married.

“and you’re not naked. hurry up, gorgeous,” you chastise, opening the pizza box and nibbling on a slice.

“listen, i love you, but i’m not running,” timothée chuckles, though despite his exhaustion he does pick up his pace a little.

“not running, huh?” your voice lilts with the question and you watch your husband’s jaw clench. 

“baby…” he warns, throat bobbing as he swallows.

you tilt your phone until, agonizingly, all he can do is watch as you lower yourself into the bath, the water velvety smooth as it laps against your skin.

sliding yourself further under the water, you bite your lip, running a hand through your wet hair, suppressing a giggle when timothée breaks into a jog.

[prince-liest]

Hi (I almost never use tumblr so lmk if I’m doing smth wrong!!) I’ve read a few of your Hazbin Hotel fics on AO3 and I just have to ask, how do you manage to post things so quickly?! I’m trying to start my own Hazbin hotel fic and I’m so fixated on getting their characterization correct that it’s taking me like 3X longer than normal to write lol!! If you have any advice or tips that would be amazing but of course, no pressure. I was just so curious. You’re very talented!!

Definitely not doing anything wrong! :D I wish I had a better answer for you, but the honest truth is that it's a combination of me having a lot of writing experience AND that I just had a fuckton of free time the past four weeks. It's kinda funny that you sent this ask now, because I just started a rotation for school that is going to consume very literally like 90% of my waking life on the days I have shifts for about three weeks, so you're about to watch me write BARELY ANYTHING AT ALL, hahaha.

That said, I relate to you very aggressively on the matter of worrying about characterization. That was the number one thing stopping me from writing fanfic for years and a lot of how I got over it was practicing characterization in OC RPs where I had to work with various characters but didn't have to be so afraid of missing something and getting them wrong because they were my characters so I already knew everything about them.

I think for Hazbin Hotel in particular, a lot of how identifiable and zany the characters are comes from their dialogue and their physicality, so personally I've frequently been rewatching little bits of the show to take point on how the characters genuinely talk and act! For Alastor, for example, I actually frequently have to un-fancy his dialogue while I'm writing by referencing canon conversations he's had because it's so easy to code switch into making him as prim as his general vibe conveys when in reality he actually does not talk like that. For Charlie and Lucifer, a lot of their vibe comes from the lack of smoothness in their speech - they stutter, hem, haw, backpedal, etc. For Angel, I think the way he poses himself and when he chooses to make sex jokes and touch people (or respect their space!) says a lot as well.

Practice makes this a LOT easier, but for my very first fic, I ended up taking a lot of notes on what I felt like captured the vibes of a character! I don't really do this anymore, but it was very helpful initially for giving me an understanding of what goes into my perception of any particular characterization.

[softlyspector]

Hi there! Let me start off by saying that I love your writing! It brings joy to my little heart whenever I see you post!

I'd like to request from the injury prompts: 5. Hugging them tightly, telling them how worried you were + dialogue 14. "I...thought I lost you..." with Santiago, please and thank you :)

5. Hugging them tightly, telling them how worried you were + dialogue 14. "I...thought I lost you..." + Santiago Garcia

You know the second that Santiago is done personally checking you over, that you're going to catch hell. He’s barely containing the fear and anger bubbling up inside himself.

The emergency room is bright and loud and everything hurts. The nurse has left the pair of you alone, only a curtain separating you from the rest of the floor.

But Santiago is there with you, warm and present and intense. You inhale again, drinking him in and letting his presence smooth you, your heartbeat still loud and racing in your ears.

He's touching you now, fingers digging into the skin of your cheeks before dragging over the bruises on your neck and shoulders.

"Santiago," you emphasize for the umpteenth time, his thumb hovering over a cut on your cheek. "I'm fine. I'm sorry I scared you."

His hands freeze, on their millionth path down your arm. "Scared me?" He asks harshly. "Scared me?"

You wince and open your mouth, but he continues, talking over you. "You - I get a fucking phone call that you've done something stupid and you think you scared me?"

His fury is palpable, rioting around you, hot in its indignation. You feel exhausted and dizzy all at once and half hope that the nurse will come back in and make him leave.

You slump down on the exam table, curling in on yourself.

Santiago seems past sympathy now, voice ticking upwards in volume. "I mean - fuck - how fucking stupid can you be? Driving in that shit." He shakes his head and paces in front of you, waving a hand toward the storm still raging outside.

You close your eyes to block out the image of his anger. Still, you feel the need to defend yourself. "Santiago," you grit your teeth even though it makes your head pound. "It wasn't my fault and that other guy was drunk-,"

"Someone called me-," his voice is much closer and you open your eyes and blink up at him. "-someone fucking called me and said you were in an accident. Didn't know anything else. Nothing. I just had to come here."

"Santi-,"

"I thought I was coming to identify your fucking body. That was the tone - that was the - why were you driving?" You can't find your voice, mouth gaping in surprise as he gently tugs you upright and cups your cheeks. "I thought I lost you."

You pull him closer, the acrid, worried cloud around him choking you, still you curl your aching legs around the back of his. "You didn't lose me. I didn't know they called you like that." He doesn't say anything, but his jaw tightens and he looks away from you. "They shouldn't have called you like that."

Santiago hates feeling out of control, it makes him itchy and nervous and you can tell that's what he's feeling now. He’s always controlled and precise and manipulating the situation, never the other way around. "Sorry," he says suddenly, wrapping his arms around you. "Sorry, fuck, I know it's not your fault. I'm just-,"

"Scared?" You offer. "It's okay." You tuck your arms back around him, inhaling the scent of him, like smoke and rain. His shirt is wet from running through the storm, through the parking lot. The damp warmth of him comforts you, warm and dark and intense.

"I was worried," he says against your temple, cupping a hand against the back of your neck. "I was so worried. I can't - I can't do this without you."

You clutch him back. "Hey," you murmur. "I'm okay. I'm sorry they called you like that."

He's hugging you harder now, massaging the top of your spine gently. "I love you."

"I know," you nuzzle into him. "I'm okay."

Santiago touches your chin and tips your face up, pressing a gentle kiss to your mouth. “Lemme take you home, querida.”

[hanasnx]

heyyy do you have any advice on how to write smut cause its sooo difficult for me *cries in virgin*

ur like one of my fav smutty writers and idk if you have any tips 😭

first off thank u very much i appreciate that :)

this isnt the first time ive been asked for writing tips so im gonna give a lot of info. youre bound to find something useful in this mess

im so sorry but one of my solutions to giving myself confidence in smut-writing was to literally fuck and fuck a lot

after losing my virginity it still wasnt enough experience tbh. so i gave myself room to explore my sexuality and was privileged enough to do it with a partner that encouraged that growth. that experience of fucking sure didnt hinder my smut-writing ability if you know what i mean ;0 but everything else about writing i learned from years of practice. ive been writing since i was in elementary school like id come home from fourth grade and read and write on quotev klsdjfsfj smut writing skills came later post puberty

when i tried writing smut as a virgin i genuinely couldn’t get past the build up. i was fantastic at writing the build up, it was the actual sex part that was hard bcos even tho i had done enough research (i read a lot of porn) it didn’t instill me with enough confidence that i could write it correctly, and so i never did. however! i sure wish i’d committed to it more, so let me see if i can write out some tips that would’ve helped me in the past

(this is just how i write smut, im by no means an expert)

my timeline

the way i write smut is pretty formulaic so i’ll break it down:

hook line ⟹ settings ⟹ build-up ⟹ foreplay ⟹ sex ⟹ ending

☥ hook line. maybe: a dialogue piece to kickstart; an ambiguous line that reels you in; an exciting action. i dont like starting my story with the name/pronouns of a character doing something boring. i.e. “you were getting ready for the day…” idk it’s not the worst thing in the world and we've all done it but just writing out what i try to avoid.

☥ build up is key to me. i have such a hard time reading and writing porn with no plot. i’ll do it sometimes if i like the writer enough, but i rarely write smut without the build up bcos i feel like that’s where the juice is. its whats fun and what you get to play around with bcos the actual sex part of the fic is pretty predictable.

focus on what’s said and unsaid in dialogue between characters. focus on the emotion each of them are feeling and how that emotion manifests into body language.

⟹ dirty talk is not for everyone, but god i love it. literally get nasty with it, this is your writing and we’re all just readin it. build anticipation using dirty talk, make filthy promises, make threats. make your characters talk about the nasty shit they wanna do to each other.

imagine someone you really wanna fuck, imagine the things youd do to them if you had the chance,,, write it into your characters.

☥ foreplay. goes hand in hand with dirty talk, its where the touching starts. decide how you want to play it. who gets oral, who gets fingered. both? one of them? neither and they just go straight to fucking?? i like foreplay, but if youre writing a “quickie” scenario then it may not be in the cards.

lets say it is in the cards tho. so some things to remember:

⟹ foreplay gets the dicks hard. when dicks get hard they leak pre-cum. balls have like no cushion and theyre soft and have little sacks in em that move around. the skin of this genital is often described as velvety bcos its soft. ive honestly never had sex with an uncircumcised penis so i have no idea if there’s a difference between how they feel.

foreplay makes the pussies loose and wet. the inside can be lumpy. it can be ridged or smooth. it can be all kinds of flesh colors like brown and pink.

without the foreplay (which can be verbal communication, or touching of the body or genitals) its a little painful for afabs bcos theyre too tight or too dry. and a flaccid dick is a little unpredictable to try to fit in.

⟹ afabs can have multiple orgasms, amabs are less lucky. afabs can cum and squirt multiple times, amabs can cum multiple times.

⟹ genitals get really sensitive after cumming though. so if you write someone finishing, write out how they might need some time before they finish again or start fucking, or that they get overstimulated getting touched still after they came and that sensitivity is a little uncomfortable.

⟹ the head of the penis is the most sensitive and that’s what makes it cum/orgasm. clits on pussies are the most sensitive and its what makes cum/orgasms happen. its very difficult if not impossible to achieve orgasm (if youve got a pussy) through penetration alone without clit stimulation

⟹ you can cum/squirt and not have an orgasm

☥ sex

⟹ changing positions can change angles and hit new pleasurable spots inside pussies.

⟹ probably write a couple different positions during the sex part, just to keep things fresh.

⟹ sprinkle in dirty talk to prolong the sex scene and to avoid sounding repetitive because if youre writing p in v it’s pretty standard to thrust over and over again until youre done. its a lot less glamorous when you spell it out like that, so you gotta add shit to make the sex scene more enjoyable to the reader whos not actively experience the sex.

☥ ending. i usually end the one shot after the fucking is done.

the smut tips

☥ think back to a time you were really turned on. from a show, from a book, something someone said to you, your own sex life, porn you really liked,,, take inspiration from it. use it and channel that own arousal within you.

if youve got a dirty fantasy and it gets you so hot and bothered thinking about it, write that.

if youve got a partner that fucks you crazy good and supplies you with inspo for dialogue or for settings or for scenarios, write that too. theres been a whole bunch on my blog that was inspired by my boyfriend. not everything, but enough to mention it.

also! another thing that people underestimate is the inspiration you take from other blogs. like mine for example, if you like my stuff take inspo from it. study my writing style and you’ll see all kinds of little tips in subtext id never be able to list for you. i do that with other blogs, i dont copy them but i definitely learn little things i like from them and incorporate it into my writing for a more cohesive story. if i take an idea though i ask for their permission & credit them.

☥ the most important tip i can give you is be as self indulgent as possible. youre wasting time worrying about other people. “will they like this? will people think im weird? what if they think im weird for writing this?” fuck that noise. warn accordingly, and go ham. your self indulgence is your best friend. it’ll guide you through all those dirty things you want to say or do to someone, let it take root and write what excites you. chances are you will find your people, and your fic will be set apart bcos it’s so specific to you that people will be drawn to that. and if theyre not? it ends up not being popular? it doesnt matter! because you had fun writing it right? fuck yea u did

☥ the types of words you use are so important. words that invoke a certain emotion or sexy feeling. its difficult to explain but i try my hardest to use “beautiful language” paired with dirty, disgusting, cacophonous language. marry them together so you can convey whether youre “love-making” or “fucking”. i dont like words that dont look or sound good in my head. like when you paint, you probably use colors you like looking at to create the entire picture on the canvas that’s beautiful. so pick out paints that are pleasing to the eyes. the bold ones and the soft ones.

examples of words i dont use cos i hate the way they sound and the way they look: “vagina” and “penis” LMAO

even “butt” isnt a word i like to use. i’ll almost always use “ass” or “backside”

⟹ the smut writer’s dictionary

☥ i keep comedy out of it for the most part, ive never really seem humor added positively into a smut that added to the experience. its usually physical humor stuff like the characters bumping heads or stubbing their toe or something its just cringy to me idk. if i add comedy (i am not good at writing comedy)i put it before the smut. and if you must have some sort of lightheartedness id keep it casual, light, and personal. like an inside joke or something tongue in cheek. you dont have to hide your deepest desires behind humor , you can be serious

☥ your pain tolerance is heightened so run with that. get spanked its fun

more important tips i love and stand by:

☥ call backs are important to me. it’s like if you have something in the future of your fic to be used, try to incorporate it in some small way in your establishing settings or build up. but it’s not as important to others as it is to me. an example would be in my one shot “talk huttese to me”, at the end anakin fucks reader on the tool table. at the very beginning of the fic, when i had reader taking in the surroundings of the “garage bay”, she scanned the drawer stack where she set his broth she brought him, and the tool table he’d later fuck her on. its kinda like,,, foreshadowing (i think?). you’re setting up your reader to be like “?? i wonder why the author thought it would be important to mention the tool table.. wonder if anakin fucks her on it later.” but even if your readers dont react that way, i still think it ties things together nicely

☥ try to write 15-20 mins uninterrupted. create a ritual. i use the bathroom, refill my water, grab a fun drink like sweet tea, put on a silent youtube video (like my ahsoka star wars lofi live i love so much), listen to a playlist of music (preferably music you havent heard before so it can fade into the background. maybe even cultivate a playlist for the vibe youre going for in your story, aids greatly in creating an atmosphere in your writing if youre translating the music in your ears), and turn your phones notifications off (ofc i leave on notifs for calls in case of emergencies, but i can answer my friends’ texts after my writing session). set a timer so you dont have to keep checking the time.

☥ don’t stop in the middle of your storytelling to check the thesaurus or dictionary. write out whatever word/phrase first came to mind and highlight it to come back to later to alter or replace it completely. you’re interrupted your creative flow and its difficult to come back to it when youre checking the thesaurus every five seconds. this hack was crucial to my ability to stay on task i promise you

☥ avoid sounding repetitive by using the same words close together. you’ll create a fuller story by adding to your vocabulary using the thesaurus.

☥ avoid listing actions, break them up with adverbs at the start of your sentences if you must, or description of things or the place your character is in, or explain the emotion your character is feeling or what that emotion is causing within your character. starting sentences over and over again with the character’s name or pronoun breaks up the flow for the reader.

☥ really try to finish your works in progress even if you think its bad, the challenge of it will help you practice and learn to overcome your own mind trying to hold you back

☥ if you dont like the direction your fic is going,,, and youre experiencing writer’s block:: cross out the most recent bit and take it in a new direction. “oh but indy!! i really have a certain goal in mind!!” great, find another way to get to it because youre blocking yourself from finishing this forcing yourself into a non entertaining corner. switch it up! challenge yourself. “but indy!! i really liked what i had for this scene!!” yea but youre blocked right? youre not writing anything else for this scene and you cant, right? if you like what you have for this scene (an action, a dialogue piece youre proud of, a plot twist) save it! use it for a different piece !

hope this helps you and others!

[saraswritingtipps]

tips for writing an effective flashback:

1. Purpose and Relevance: Ensure that the flashback serves a clear purpose in advancing the story or deepening the understanding of the characters. It should provide essential information, reveal backstory, or shed light on a significant event or emotion relevant to the present narrative.

2. Smooth Transitions: Use smooth transitions to introduce and exit the flashback. Set up the transition by establishing a trigger or cue in the present moment, such as a sensory detail, a visual image, or a line of dialogue that connects to the past event. Similarly, ease the reader out of the flashback by transitioning back to the present smoothly.

3. Engage the Senses: Incorporate sensory details to make the flashback vivid and immersive. Engage the reader's senses by describing sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and textures relevant to the flashback scene. This helps the reader visualize and experience the events alongside the characters.

4. Show, Don't Tell: Instead of simply telling the reader about past events, show them through scenes and actions. Use dialogue, actions, and interactions to bring the flashback to life and make it feel immediate and tangible. This creates a stronger emotional connection for the reader.

5. Character Perspective: Present the flashback from the perspective of the character experiencing it. Use their point of view to provide insights into their thoughts, emotions, and reactions during the past events. This adds depth to the character and helps the reader understand their motivations and choices.

6. Selective Details: Choose the most important and impactful details to include in the flashback. Focus on the key moments, conversations, or actions that have a significant impact on the characters or the plot. Avoid excessive exposition or unnecessary information that may slow down the pacing.

7. Emotionally Charged Moments: Flashbacks often involve emotionally charged moments that have left a lasting impact on the characters. Highlight these emotional aspects to evoke a strong response from the reader. Explore the characters' feelings, conflicts, and growth during these pivotal moments.

8. Maintain Narrative Flow: While flashbacks provide a break from the present timeline, it's important to maintain the overall narrative flow. Ensure that the flashback integrates smoothly into the story without disrupting the pacing or confusing the reader. Consider the placement and length of the flashback to maintain a coherent storytelling rhythm.

9. Use Dialogue and Action: Incorporate dialogue and action within the flashback to create dynamic and engaging scenes. Show characters interacting, engaging in conversations, and experiencing events. This adds depth and realism to the flashback, making it more impactful for the reader.

10. Return to the Present with Purpose: As you transition back to the present, make sure there is a purpose or impact in the present timeline due to the flashback. Connect the past events to the character's current situation, growth, or decisions. This helps to reinforce the relevance of the flashback and its impact on the overall story.

Here's an example scene that incorporates some of the tips discussed:

INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

The living room is filled with sunlight streaming through the windows. EMILY (30s, introspective) sits on the couch, clutching an old photograph in her hands. Her gaze is distant, lost in thought.

FLASHBACK - EXT. BEACH - DAY (5 YEARS AGO)

The scene transitions to a vibrant beach setting. Younger versions of Emily and JAMES (30s, adventurous) frolic in the surf. They laugh, their carefree expressions mirroring their joyous energy.

EMILY (V.O.)

Do you remember that summer? The days seemed endless, filled with sun, laughter, and endless possibilities.

Emily and James walk hand in hand along the shoreline, leaving footprints in the sand.

Remember, effective use of flashbacks requires careful consideration of their purpose, seamless transitions, engaging details, and emotional impact. By incorporating these tips, you can craft flashbacks that enrich your storytelling and captivate your readers.

[bomberqueen17]

momentum

last year i kept missing updates and people were so sweet like “you don’t have to post X often! you don’t have to hit a deadline! do what suits your schedule!” and that was lovely and I did appreciate it, but the point of the deadlines was momentum. Now I have fallen down so thoroughly on posting ever at all, zero routine left, no concept of it even, that I have no momentum and my brain is like clearly no one cares about this so give up, and that sucks, and i’m exhausted and cranky and useless and shitty but by god i am not abandoning my like fifty WIPs that i care deeply about i swear and so anyway i am trying to force the engine to turn over, as hard as I can, i swear other people were excited about this and i can use that to get myself excited about it again, i can do this

so please help me get excited about literally anything, i am in despair.

SNIPPETS of THINGS i am TRYING TO MAKE HAPPEN:

direct prequel to Fit For Pearls:

“Did he ask you to tell me about the meeting?” Ciri asked, eyeing him.

“He did not directly ask,” Voorhis said stiffly, “but he knows I intended to ensure you had the opportunity to attend such meetings. Had he not wanted me to tell you, he would have needed to order me not to.”

“Is that how it works?” Ciri asked.

“It’s how that works,” Voorhis said, very stiff and formal and not much like his normal self. She wondered what he was trying to convey. Was it displeasure, that this was his task? Was it nervousness, that it was in fact not his actual task and he was perhaps taking advantage of some confusion to play politics?

She hated politics.

She’d chosen politics.

“I thank you,” she said wearily.

next bit of the Peace-Tied series, a tender little Iorveth & Yennefer moment with hair-braiding, very self-indulgent:

By the time they finished writing and elaborately illuminating the placard, Yennefer’s hair was caught back in a series of delicate little braids that then twined around one another, and caught her hair up off her neck. She was also inexplicably near tears at the tenderness of all of it. 

Iorveth knelt up to finish fastening the ends of her hair behind her ear, after having twined the braids up over her head. His body was a long, warm press along her back, his hands warm and big cradling her head. 

She tipped her head back and he held her like that, gentle and reassuring. “How’s that?” he murmured. 

She took a shaky breath, and he smoothed a hand down the side of her face, settling down on his knees to put his arms around her from behind, cradling her back against his shoulder. “There,” he said. “Now your hair looks like someone cares for you.”

“Is that what it means,” she murmured.

“It does,” he said, and pressed a kiss against the side of her head, above the hairline. “Thank you for fixing my face. I wasn’t ready to die, not like that.”

“I am glad that I could,” she said.

and finally this weird modern a/u (tw for self-directed ableist language in dialogue) i’ve been working on slowly forever that is so close to cohering and yet doesn’t quite, in which I think you can guess what Joe’s thusfar unknown real name is:

A hand caught him by the arm, two hands, steadying him, and helped him sit up. Joe was even more frightening up close; Roche had noticed the eyepatch from a distance but his face was heavily-scarred on that side, like somebody had gone at the eye with a knife and missed. Or, like something had hit him very hard in the face, taken the eye, then bounced off his cheekbone and twisted down his face. 

But his hands were strong and he steadied Roche for a long moment, and despite the frightfully leering aspect his damaged face gave him, his expression was actually neutral. “Is anything broken?”

“I got shot,” Roche gritted out, “twice, a year ago, this is as good as it fucking gets. I just landed badly, just now, and it takes me a minute.”

He saw Joe notice the cane. “Ah,” the man said. “I hadn’t realized.” He looked around. “Dogs knocked you over?”

“The saluki is a fucking menace,” Roche said. He couldn’t sit like this, it was agony on his hip. “They’re all fucking menaces.” He couldn’t get up, he couldn’t stay down, he was shivering with the pain.

“Let’s get you to a chair,” Joe said, calm and businesslike. “Where’s the damage? Hip and shoulder?” Roche managed to gesture, and Joe proceeded to mostly lift him unaided, which hurt like a motherfucker, but once he’d dumped Roche, surprisingly gently-- he was very strong-- into the armchair in the corner it was easier to get his various joints at angles that didn’t hurt. “Do you need anything else,” he said, far too neutral and calm. 

“Yeah,” Roche said, savage with agonized frustration, “I need to not be a fucking cripple.”

Joe didn’t answer for a long moment. “While I can relate to that,” he said, “I meant, do you have any medication or anything that would help?”

Gritting his teeth, Roche pointed to the paper bag he’d left on the sideboard, that still had the pill bottle in it. There were still a couple of pills in the old bottle but he wasn’t going to have Joe wander through his house looking for them. 

Joe took the bottle out of the bag. “One or two,” he said. 

“I can-- one,” Roche said, giving up; Joe was already opening the bottle. 

“Can you dry-swallow or do you need water,” Joe said, but he was already moving over to the dish drainer to retrieve a glass. 

“Water,” Roche said, resenting it. Joe put the bottle down and filled the glass, bringing over a pill between his thumb and forefinger, and the filled glass in his other hand. 

Roche took the pill and the glass, inwardly fuming. He could get the lid off a fucking pill bottle, and he hadn’t asked for this. 

“Would an ice pack help or is it past that?” Joe asked, and while his tone was neutral, it grated over Roche’s last nerve. 

“You know,” he said, “I didn’t ask for your fucking pity.”

Joe said nothing, just stood regarding him. After a moment, he bent down, looming uncomfortably close. “I know we don’t know one another, Vernon,” he said quietly, “but I want you to look me in the eye for a moment, and then tell me that you think I don’t know what it’s like to have to adjust to a new way of living after a bad injury.” *

Roche’s anger flattened out abruptly, staring into his neighbor’s mangled face. The remaining eye was green, astonishingly green against the medium-brown of the man’s complexion. “Uh,” was all he managed; he didn’t have an answer for that.

“I understand that you’re in pain,” Joe went on quietly, straightening up and smoothing his hand down the front of his battered jacket, “and I can extend you a little grace based on that, but I want you to realize what you’re doing.” He glared down at Roche. “One last time, is there anything else you need, or are you all right on your own from here?”

Face burning, Roche managed to grit out, “I’m all right on my own from here.”

Joe stared at him for a long moment, and then turned and left, closing the door carefully and quietly behind himself. 

The canine energy surged through the kitchen again in the wake of his departure, but then Strega came over and put her head in Roche’s lap, and he fondled the silky curls of her ears and said, “Awesome work, guys, we’re doing great!”

*yes this is the Look Deep Into My Eyes Ernie meme, i could not resist