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All my fics are about gender, even when they’re not. I’m trans.
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On Sending Asks
If it’s not on my “not interested” list, it doesn’t hurt to send an ask. If I’m not interested, I’ll just, you know, not write it. I’ll add to/clarify both lists as necessary to reduce vagueness and confusion.
Here is a more granular breakdown of ships I'll write, with green meaning i'm open to prompts, yellow meaning we need to be mututals, and red being i'm not interested: (sfw on the left, nsfw on the right)
for quick reference, 99-line and up fics can be any rating, and 00-line down can be rated Teen and below.
Interested in writing
Unnie line
Omegaverse, especially non-traditional dynamics
Non-cis characters/bodies
Rare pairs, especially Vivi and Haseul pairings
Not interested in writing
Reader insert
Standard dead dove topics (dub-con, non-con, underage)
Blood/scat/vomit
Age regression/play
Incest, either real or pretend
Masterlist
Chuulip
🔞chuulip working from home
🔞transmasc t4t
Chuulipseul
🔞2 doms, 1 sub
Chuujinseul
🔞 t4t chuusoul with haseul
Chuuseul
🔞trans werewolf jiwoo and her human gf haseul
Chuuveseul
🔞alpha/alpha/omega
Chuuvi
🔞gym sex
Hyunwon
🔞alpha/alpha roommates
Leaderline
🔞 leaderline waiting room
Lipseul
🔞ish - puppy Jungeun gets jealous when Haseul plays Nintendogs
read a tweet this morning and now I'm thinking about alphas chuulip picking up older woman omega haseul at a bar and ruining her 😵💫
they do this regularly, but it's never planned. do they fuck e/o after???
jiwoo approaches haseul first while she's waiting for lip and a few other friends to get to the bar. haseul is just there to grab a drink and relax after a long week.
😩
jiwoo fucks her in the alley behind the bar which is how lip finds them when she's looking for jiwoo. then they go to haseul's place and and and and
hmmm haseul in her late 50s chuulip in their late 20s do NOT @ me.
I cannot say any more for fear of the giant centipede. insane thoughts are so much easier to write into prose than into bulletpoints but i promised myself no more wips other than maybe some dream girls fest fills
“Here, let me help.” Haseul is gentle as she helps Jinsol out of her shirt. Jinsol shudders at the feeling of the fabric sliding against her skin and Haseul pauses, worried she’s hurt her.
“Sorry. Just sensitive,” Jinsol mumbles. A drop of sweat rolls down the side of her face.
“It’s okay. Just tell me what you need.” Haseul pushes Jinsol’s sweaty bangs out of her face.
Jinsol shivers, and Haseul guides her to lay down, pulling the comforter over the both of them.
“You need to go. There’s—” Jinsol is interrupted by the first stab of pre-transformation pain. “There’s not much time.”
Haseul frowns. “Would you let me stay?” She reaches a hand out, cupping Jinsol’s jaw. She’d only ever been with Jinsol up to this point, but Jinsol’s pained sounds would echo through their apartment, and though Haseul hadn’t pushed this boundary before, every full moon made it harder not to unlock the bedroom door and pull Jinsol into her arms.
“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Jinsol replies through gritted teeth. But it’s not a no. Haseul’s heart clenches at that. Jinsol had told her supermoons like this were the worst. The pull was the strongest, and Jinsol must be fighting so hard to hold the wolf back.
But Haseul trusts Jinsol. She’d never done purposeful damage to the bedroom, never broken through the door. All the wolf wants was to be close to you, Jinsol tells her over breakfasts the day after.
I’m afraid of what the wolf would do to you, Jinsol would say.
I’m not. It’s you. The conversation was always the same.
“I trust you. I’ll sleep on the floor if it makes you feel better.” Haseul whispers the offer, like she’s afraid she’ll scare Jinsol off if she says it any louder.
Jinsol hesitantly nods, scooting back from Haseul on the bed. The sheets are damp from Jinsol’s sweat, and Haseul realizes as she stands just how much heat Jinsol was radiating.
The room is cold, and Haseul finds herself shivering without Jinsol’s warmth, so she takes the duvet and a pillow to make a little bed on the floor.
She has to force herself not to pull Jinsol into an embrace when the transformation starts. Just the sounds make Haseul nauseous. She’d played field hockey in high school and had heard someone dislocate their shoulder. It wasn’t a pretty sound then, and it’s all the more horrible when Jinsol groans and the cracking sounds come in quick succession. Haseul feels frozen, sitting wrapped in the duvet as Jinsol’s skeleton resets, all awkward angles and violent convulsions. She wishes more than anything she was brave enough to comfort her. Bodies should not make those kinds of sounds.
Then Jinsol’s fur comes in. Patchy at first, then spreading in short bursts. Her skin is raw and red and Jinsol whines at the feeling of the sheets against her skin, voice rough and unfamiliar.
Haseul watches her limbs get longer—too long for her body—before her rib cage shifts, then her spine and Jinsol is more proportional.
There’s a low, exhausted groan as Jinsol turns over in the bed. Haseul wishes she hadn’t. She watches Jinsol whine and clutch at her face as it stretches, forming a snout, eyes shifting to yellow and teeth growing long and sharp. Haseul tries to force back a sob.
It comes out anyway, and Jinsol’s sharp, yellow eyes lock onto her. Haseul freezes, realizing just how huge a mistake this might have been. Then Jinsol grabs at Haseul.
Haseul scrambles back, but she’s not very mobile with the duvet around her, and there’s not much she can do when Jinsol scoops her up off the floor and brackets Haseul under her arms, sitting back on her haunches.
The werewolf looks down at Haseul curiously before sniffing her, and Haseul squirms at the feeling of the wet nose against her cheek.
“J-Jinsol?” she asks, and Jinsol pulls back, tilting her head. Haseul’s throat is tight. “It’s still you under there, right?”
Jinsol nods, although it looks like she’s fighting herself. Like she’s holding something back.
Haseul reaches a shaky hand up to pull back Jinsol’s upper lip. Her canines are a long and sharp and she drools onto Haseul’s hand. But she doesn’t bite. “My, what big teeth you have,” Haseul tries to joke. Jinsol just blinks down at her.
Then Jinsol moves, pinning Haseul to the bed. She’s big. Haseul had known, but it comes into razor-sharp focus like this. Haseul feels claustrophobic under the weight of Jinsol’s hands and fur. She feels Jinsol’s sharp claws on her upper arms, and hears her panting into her ear. She swallows when she realizes she can feel Jinsol’s teeth on her neck. Haseul tries to get out from under her, wriggling for an escape until she realizes, oh, Jinsol was trying to cuddle. It’s so Jinsol that Haseul laughs. It comes out shaky and quiet, but Haseul hopes Jinsol hears the relief.
Cuddling with the wolf is different. Usually, Jinsol insisted on being small spoon, even if she had several inches on Haseul. The wolf, though, treats Haseul like a teddy bear, mushing Haseul’s face into her chest where Haseul can hear her heart beat. Haseul splays her hands in the wolf’s coarse fur, scratching absentmindedly, and Jinsol twitches up into it, rumbling agreeably.
After a few minutes though, Jinsol starts to rut against Haseul. At first, Haseul thinks its agitation. Then Jinsol lets out a needy whine and Haseul’s face flames. Jinsol is horny.
It’s not as if Haseul didn’t know this would happen. Jinsol would joke about it sheepishly over breakfast. But it’s different like this, pinned under Jinsol, fingers buried in her fur.
Haseul offers her thigh to grind on, but Jinsol shakes her head. She whines, spreading Haseul’s thighs open and rutting against her again. Haseul cants her hips up into the friction.
“You want to fuck me?” Haseul stares up at her curiously. Jinsol nods eagerly. It’s unlike Jinsol, who preferred Haseul take the lead, spread her out and take her apart. Usually, it suits Haseul just fine, but this is new, and Haseul can’t help but be curious, so she kisses Jinsol’s shoulder as she wriggles out from under her to retrieve the strap on from the drawer of her bedside table.
Jinsol isn’t in any state to manage the straps of the harness, so Haseul does it for her, putting the buckles on the largest settings. The dildo, one Jinsol had needed to work up to, looks almost silly in proportion to Jinsol’s huge form. Haseul feels a thrill at that. What size would Jinsol be if this was really her? Would Haseul be able to take it?
Haseul doesn’t have the chance to lay back down. Instead, Jinsol tosses her back onto the bed like she’s a toy. Haseul lands with a quiet oof, staring up at Jinsol with wide eyes. She wishes she could see any of her girlfriend beneath that fur.
Still, Jinsol is gentle. Even if it seems like it takes effort. Her massive hand shakes as she tries to stroke Haseul’s face gently. Haseul leans into the touch anyway.
That’s all Jinsol needs to continue, moving to straddle Haseul, mattress dipping noticeably on either side of Haseul. She uses her hands to steady herself, and Haseul hears the popping on the sheets next to her head when Jinsol’s claws go through it.
Jinsol stares down at her, mouth slightly open. Hungry. A drop of drool hits Haseul chin. Haseul wipes it away, and the movement seems to stir Jinsol into action. She adjusts herself to press into Haseul.
Being inside Haseul does something to Jinsol. Some part of her control breaks, and she looses a growl.
Jinsol fucks hard, like an animal. Her jaw drops and Haseul can see all of her teeth, fangs glinting dangerously in the moonlight shining through the window. Haseul imagines them poised over her throat, and the image makes Haseul feels so strongly she has to dig her fingers into Jinsol’s fur to anchor herself.
Jinsol hunches over, driving into Haseul with loose, fast strokes. Her jaw remains slack, and she drools all over Haseul’s chin and neck. Haseul gives up on wiping it away, not able to do much else other than hold onto Jinsol as Jinsol punctuates her thrusts with deep, possessive growls. And, as though she’d read Haseul’s thoughts, she rests her teeth against Haseul’s neck as if to say, You are mine alone.
Haseul cums at the feeling of powerlessness, of being Jinsol’s, shuddering, twitching up into Jinsol’s strokes, clenching hard around the dildo.
There’s a moment of clarity in Jinsol’s eyes, like clouds breaking over the moon, and her snarl smoothes out to something like love. Haseul reaches up to cup Jinsol’s jaw, and the look is gone. Jinsol pulls out suddenly and manhandles Haseul into a new position, face pressed to the mattress and ass presented to Jinsol. It’s the most exposed Haseul’s even been with Jinsol, and Haseul’s face flames at the fact it had taken the wolf to get them here. She can feel a string of her own arousal hit the inside of one of her thighs.
Jinsol is even rougher like this, planting a foot beside Haseul before sliding back in, snapping her hips harshly against Haseul’s ass. It’s on the edge of uncomfortable. Haseul’s heart is in her throat and she feels pulled so taut that if anything were to change she’s sure something in her would break, like she’s the one possessed by some supernatural force.
She wishes Jinsol were bigger. That it was her cock fucking her open like this. That she could be pumped full of Jinsol’s cum, feel heavy with it, crave nothing else.
The train of thought is alien to her, and somehow, that makes it all the more powerful. She hears a sound like weeping before she realizes it’s her. She wants Jinsol so badly. She’ll never need anything else in her life.
It’s that single-minded devotion that tips her over the edge. She cums again, shuddering and clenching around Jinsol, who does not pause for a moment, still doggedly fucking into her, harsh and unyielding. Haseul’s vision whites out, every nerve in her body shutting off just so she can feel the full effect of her orgasm, earthshaking and all-consuming. She feels herself sob more that she hears it, chest aching with want and love and satisfaction.
And then it’s all too much. Jinsol doesn’t stop even for a second. Haseul feels raw, stretched too far. She tries to pull away, only for Jinsol’s hips to follow her. Dazed, she whines, reaching back to absently pat at Jinsol’s thigh before she gathers the energy to look back, see if Jinsol is still there at all.
Please, she mouths, and it must stir something in Jinsol because she wrenches herself away so forcefully that she tumbles off the bed, staring up at Haseul from the floor with wide, fearful eyes.
Jinsol whines low, scared. Of Haseul or of herself, Haseul doesn’t know.
“I’m okay.” Haseul tells her.
Still, Jinsol curls into herself, her too-long limbs curled awkwardly into her body. The rainbow straps of the harness stand out starkly against Jinsol’s dark gray fur.
Haseul sits up, patting the bed. “Please, hold me?” She wipes a stray tear. Her chest is still tight. Now that the fear is gone, only love remains.
Jinsol moves back onto the bed clumsily, knocking into Haseul as she goes to lay down as close to the edge of the bed as she can. Her body is tense, eyes wide as she tracks Haseul’s every move. She flinches when Haseul slides a hand across a harness strap.
“I’m undoing your strap,” Haseul murmurs. “It’s all wet, and I’m not cuddling with it.”
Jinsol whines, wriggling to help Haseul, and Haseul settles next to her once the strap is dumped to the side of the bed.
Jinsol is still tense as Haseul buries her hands in the coarse fur on Jinsol’s hips. Haseul can tell that she’s trying her best to be still. “Come here. You’re not going to hurt me.” Haseul tugs gently at the fur to drive home the point.
Jinsol grumbles, but she wriggles awkwardly closer, claws punching new holes in the sheets. She slides Haseul up the bed with little effort so she can press her nose against her pulse point, huffing against Haseul’s neck.
It’s awkward. Jinsol is huge, and she hogs the blankets, growling against Haseul’s throat when Haseul tries to tug them back. But it’s nice. Haseul shifts slightly, feeling the ache of Jinsol’s rough handling. It’s nice.
I low-key hate it when people just give a robot a cock and call it a day. Cuz unless they where made specifically to be a sexbot, there's no real reason for it. Like come on. Be a Little more creative. Also without the motivations of flesh they don't really have a reason to be horny, (unless they train that response into themself :} )but like. They probably have other loops of pleasure that can be exploited. Like. Come on. Finger some joints, pull some wires, exploit some code. Open up that fuckin chassis at stick you're hand where it was never ment to go. Download some software that keeps them edged or something. Like so much possiblity... And I rarely ever see it explored. And that's not even getting into the potential of robot masochism. Robotic bodies are very modular, Loosing a couple parts isn't going to kill them.
“You said you wouldn’t get involved with a coworker. We’re not anymore, so would you—”
Vivi wakes up to eight texts from Hyunjin ‘news dropped the story!’ and someone knocking at her door. She rubs asleep out of her eyes before peeling herself out of bed and padding across her room to answer.
Jungeun pushes her way inside, cheeks red from the cold weather, breathless smiling. “You did it! You guys didn’t tell us when you were going to—”
“Hi to you too,” Vivi says, accepting Jungeun’s coat and hanging it next to hers on the hooks by the door.
Jungeun blushes. “Sorry. Hi, how are you? You’re getting out of there!”
Vivi smiles. “I’m trying.”
“Does that mean I can finally do this?” Jungeun gets closer, breath ghosting over Vivi’s lips.
Vivi stumbles back, confused, “What?”
Jungeun looks caught between embarrassment and hope. “You said you wouldn’t get involved with a coworker. We’re not anymore, so would you—” she trails off.
Vivi has the faintest memory of Jungeun, several years younger, asking Vivi if she liked girls, if she could like her. She swallows. She’d thought Jungeun had only asked because she was figuring herself out. She hadn’t taken it seriously at the time, just creating an arbitrary rule to end the conversation. But years later and Jungeun’s hopeful gaze is on her again. “Okay,” she whispers.
Jungeun surges forward, hands under Vivi’s jaw to draw her into the kiss. It’s sloppy and their teeth knock together before Jungeun whispers a quick, “sorry,” and drags her in again.
And Vivi knows Jungeun has been kissing other people, because she’s practiced. Eager, sure, but Jungeun is good. She nips at Vivi’s lower lip before pressing her tongue in and Vivi can’t help her moan.
Then the backs of her knees hit the edge of her bed and she sits, trying to pull Jungeun with her. They’re not colleagues anymore, after all.
Instead, Jungeun sinks to her knees, looking up at Vivi with wide eyes. She slides her hands up Vivi’s thighs, hopeful expression on her face.
Vivi swallows heavily, tilting Jungeun's chin up gently. Any words she might be able to say are jammed in her throat. She doesn’t know how to articulate the thought in her head. No way to ask your ex-bandmate why she looks so comfortable on her knees.
She settles on, “Don’t you want to kiss me?”
Jungeun laughs. “You know I’m offering something much better.”
And that’s the thing about Jungeun—she’d fluctuate between shy and confident in ways Vivi could never understand. So she nods and cups Jungeun’s jaw as Jungeun slides her hands up Vivi’s thighs.
Sooyoung wakes up to the smell of heat. Actually, she wakes up choking on it. The pheromones are at an almost eye-watering intensity, and she turns over to shake the source awake.
Jinsol grumbles, shrugging off her hand before a shuffler rolls through her body and she blinks her eyes open blearily. It takes her a few seconds to figure out what’s going on. Then her eyes widen. “Oh no.”
“Anything I can do?”
Jinsol shrugs, then groans. Her voice is scratchy as she responds. “I think it’s too late. I’m in it.”
Sooyoung nods, rubbing her back as she shudders again. It’s not that Sooyoung had never been in the same room as an omega in heat, but she’d never touched one before. It occurs to her now just how accurate the term “heat” really is. Jinsol’s skin is burning.
Sooyoung trails her hand up to brush over her scent gland, which looks red and raw, neck around it wet from the pheromones. Jinsol shrinks away from the touch and Sooyoung mutters, “sorry.”
Jinsol swallows as Sooyoung continues to explore, fingers running over the ridges of her throat slowly, dipping down to run along one of her collarbones before Jinsol squirms, catching Sooyoung’s hand.
“I need—” she blushes. She doesn’t have to finish.
“Yeah, okay.” Sooyoung reaches down. They’re naked already, so Sooyoung’s hand hits slick without any barrier. She slides her fingers between Jinsol’s legs, and watches her face. “Is it alright that I’m not an,” she pauses, “alpha?”
Jinsol nods. “As long as you can break my heat.”
Sooyoung pulls back. “But I don’t have a knot.”
“That’s all made up. I can break my own heat. Just need the knotting reflex to be triggered.” She reaches down and presses Sooyoung’s fingers in.
im very curious to know how lipseul vampire edging story came to be. and if you had any other thoughts on them that you didn't add. or just on lipseul cuz i love them
it all started in July when I had a brain blast and wrote "Vampire smut can’t come inside w/out being invited" in apple notes.
Then I commissioned bestie @bearcub-vivi to write a little lipseul something something and he delivered incredibly as usual.
However I am a member of the top Haseul counsel, and kept wondering what would happen if the dynamics were reversed, so I guess I blacked out and wrote my fic lmao.
Omg I just went back to my doc and It looks like very originally it was a Yveseul, but I decided that Jungeun is a more fun (read: pitiful) vampire.
The writing process on this was insane. I just drafted the entire thing with no outline in like five days and posted it. Like, there's not much to say. I think Haseul should be a bully.
Oh! right. The teeth being sensitive is because there's a lot of critical analysis of vampires in regards to sexual fears and how fangs represent the penis and penetration and like?? if you're gonna give me the material I am going to work with it. So obviously that turned into "fangs are an erogenous zone."
It's always fun to work with non-human traits. once you write riding three times, you don't have much new to say about it. You gotta start adding some stuff in to keep it fresh. (More for me as a writer than for the audience as readers.) That's where the blood and breathily came from.
I wanted Haseul to be in absolutely control. I wanted her to play god, get a little mean. I think Haseul is a deeply curious person, so twisting that into a curiosity on how far she can push someone was an easy way to style her into a domme for this fic.
I chose breathplay because I had this question of "why do vampires drink blood?" in my mind. And I settled on "they need the oxygen." And then it followed that they need oxygen more than humans, and that it could be taken advantage of as a weakness. Here are these superhuman creatures, but they need incredible amounts of oxygen/blood to carry oxygen to move. I don't know how bodies work, so it's all hand-wavey.
I love that fic sm and I've dying for an update no pressure tho
I'm curious about one thing though did lipsoul get exclusive or they still not?
omg thank you!! I have a feeling I'll be revisiting that universe soon. I...think that Lipsoul didn't get exclusive. Jungeun goes to school out of state, and Jinsol isn't an exclusive type of person. I think they do have an ongoing relationship and dynamic for the rest of the summer, and beyond that? If Jungeun wants to live her Dom Polisci dreams after graduation and move back to DC, I think Jinsoul would probably be thrilled.
Do you think that, in addition to bootblacking in the Princes and Saints AU, do you think they would indulge in any piss kink stuff together at a kink party or do you think that would be more of a private affair?
I can definitely see it happening with an audience!
I'm not sure Vivi would necessarily want to be involved outside of her own home, but she's not opposed to sharing, and she loves watching Sooyoung play with others, so I'm figuring out how I want the scene(s) to go, how I want Vivi's kink exploration to proceed, how Sooyoung invites her in and shows her around.
If you're talking about Yvesoul, then yeah, if it happens at a party, Jinsol is there participating. It's an element of their old dynamic, and something that brings them closer together.
As for how it might play out, I'm in the concepting stages of a scene in which Vivi ties Sooyoung into a kneeling position in the Ha house's bathroom and leaves her there for a half hour for people to use before cleaning her up and performing aftercare.
ooh ooh can we get one on 'the stars look very different today' please
If you can believe it, the first conceptualization of this fic was back in February of 2020, and it was a very different fic. It's crazy to think about, but it was pre-pandemic, and I had maybe five Loona fics to my name, some of which are so short I would have just posted them here these days. As a result, I'm really glad I waited until this year to write the fic. I don't think I would have finished it, and I don't think I would have been happy with it if I had attempted it at the time with the plot I had envisioned, which is very different than the fic you can read today:
Viseul spaceship au
Haseul is an earthling hiker who stumbles across a crashed spaceship that is in shockingly good condition. Next thing she knows, she is in the cockpit and the the thing is whirring to life, a soft voice, raspy with disuse is talking to her.
Vivi is from an advanced civilization halfway across the galaxy that are essentially technology hitchhikers, and she is on the run, having successfully commandeered a ship to escape her home planet, whose core is rapidly destabilizing. The problem is, it's a spaceship from an influential crime syndicate and now she's on the run from not only the syndicate that she stole from but the police who keep thinking she's one of them.
Wow! An adventure fic! I don't do those, sorry! I'm totally not built for writing heavy plot or world building. I build just as much as what my story requires and nothing else. That's why I abandoned Passenger Side (my beloved...someday I will dust you off). Too many details and too many moving parts. Anyway, here's what it transformed into over that time: https://eelegy.dreamwidth.org/1698.html
As you can see, I actually started by writing the possession scene, and built out from there. That was the most interesting part to me, and the part that got me picking it back up. I had this question in my head of "what's the most intimate you can get with someone?" and the answer that came to me was "trust them with your body."
Uhhh inspirations for this!! Venom, definitely. That was the voice in the head kinda inspiration. Obviously there's no external matter like venom, but that's where the possession idea came from. Then for the visuals, I think I subconsciously took inspiration from this video about flight of the navigator, a movie I have never seen. That's the ship, in my mind. And my most important inspiration is for i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night, a chuuseul fic I still revisit to this day for its unrivaled ambiance.
Finally, did you know there's a playlist for this fic? I spent a long time agonizing over the song choices and order, and I consider it a soundtrack, in a way.
can we get some insights on your yveseul idol fic or otherwise can we get the commentary on a fic u wanted to talk abt? pleeeeek
To start, here's what my first writing section for this:
Roommate assignment
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Comfortable, sooyoung thinks about how much things have changed since haseul came back
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Haseul sneaks alcohol, asks Sooyoung if she’s attracted to women, they kiss
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Haseul touchier, flirtier
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Other members of loona catch on
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Haseul leaves her needy in the venue’s artist bathroom during a costume change
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Sooyoung pushes her against the wall, haseul nervously admits she’s never done anything, get interrupted, they don’t fuck ———
Navigating the tension, “I never said I don’t want to.”
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“Tell me what to do” sooyoung guides Haseul, sex
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In somewhat of an unusual move for me, I actually knew what format I wanted the fic to be before I even had one scene done. That is, short a collection of short scenes over the course of several tour stops. I was actually writing it while the tour happened, so I was able to reference actual outfits/photos/events on the tour in little ways, which was fun. I usually never write about things that are actively happening. I'd written a pre-tour tour fic, but writing one while the tour was happening was a surprisingly different experience. (Especially the finishing it the night before the concert part.)
(I'd actually started putting pictures coinciding with events I wanted to reflect into the doc, and I'm seeing that my affinity for putting Haseul in spaghetti strap tanks isn't an embarrassing surfacing of my subconscious and instead literally her wardrobe on this tour...3/4 of these pic in here have her in a camisole.)
I honestly have little else to say about this one. It was smooth sailing. Easy to write in the ways that writing a fwb to lovers idolverse is for me. How many do I have at this point? I don't think they ever get old.
Yves is a boob guy™ (that was the longest lasting note in my doc. I almost wanted to leave it in).
I hope this is the yveseul idol fic you wanted me to talk about!!
So!! The exciting thing about doing all my writing on Google docs is that I can tell you exactly what the starting idea was. Here it is!
Gowon small cock alpha
Haseul her sexy omega ra
Hyunjin her clueless hung alpha roommate
Heejin Hyunjin's on again off again alpha girlfriend
“Oh come on, between the two of us, who’s someone as hot as Haseul going to choose?”
“Uh,”
“The alpha who can knot her. Yeah.”
“I mean, it’s not really something that I can control—”
“I knowwww,” “do you think I would choose to have this small a penis!?”
“Hey, Haseul.”
“Hey guys, what’s up?”
And is sort of...uh...filled out from there. I can't really remember what possessed me to even conceptualize this fic...this pairing...this thing overall. I think part of me was sick of the huge cocks in fic! It's unreasonable and quite honestly distracting when it's taken as a given that dicks are big. And, like, when all the dicks in all fics are big, are any of them big? And then the sizes inflate and that's when you get truly concerning sizes. I think small dicks have unique charm and potential and I'm sick of them being erased in favor of "the stretch." Big dicks and breeding and the omegaverse are so intertwined that I thought it would be an interesting universe to pick apart the dick size topic.
Moving onto the Chaeseul of it all, I actually have a trans!chaewon with cis gf!haseul fic that I've been working on with almost no progress for far longer. (Omegaverse just comes so easy at this point and I'm tired of being ashamed of how I can churn 'em out!) So I wanted to explore a potential dynamic for them through something I knew I could write. I'd written that Yveswon omegaverse fic with omega Chaewon, and I always try to write my characters with a mix of omegaverse designations between fics, so it made sense to make her an alpha in this, and it sorta spiraled from there!!
At this point, Chaewon might be my favorite character to write. Her perspective is silly and fun and I'm constantly chasing the rush of writing that Lipwon last year 😵💫. Of course, in this fic, she has almost no dignity (poor Chaewon...) but usually, I love the tension between her dignified curated presentation and the absolute disaster of her internal monologue.
10-inch strap wearing they/them jinsoul who's a big fan of crop tops and grey sweats
gonna go ahead an agree on this except that length. go on and take a ruler out. 10 inches is way more than you think it is, or i fear for your safety. i'll give them a 7 incher tops. otherwise it's a slay
