[1:27 AM]

fen aka babyboy or mistress || they / he || enby bisexual || multifandom

[doublebabyboy]

drop the main? 🥺🥺

did i not just say i dont want these two blogs ever crossing paths. LMFAO. i am leaving this shit Behind me dude if we were friends u can dm me and maybe but like. unlikely. doublebabyboy is an era i would like to Bury.

[doublebabyboy]

BRO IDK WJABSJS IK WE ARENT FRIENDS BUT I MISSED YOU

HSKJDFGKJSKJFD OH LAWD YOU KNEW ME BACK THEN??? CRINGE. SORRY FOR THE [GESTURES TO EVERYTHING I EVER POSTED] ngl i wanna delete this blog so bad but i figure ppl are still enjoying my drabbles or whatever so im leaving it up as an archive. i write way better shit on main now but i dont actually want these two blogs ever crossing paths ☠️☠️☠️

[doublebabyboy]

Hi 😭😭

oh my god this blog still exists. hi. JFHKSKHSKDFHKSFD what on Earth brings you here 😭😭

[doublebabyboy]

whos gonna tell smut writers on this website that you can still cum with a cock ring on

[godofstory]

but who cares? it's just us

please please PLEASE reblog this if you care

[yeahhiyellow]

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[doublebabyboy]

@hoechangbin hash, this is for you and its also your fault, oops.

[1:00 AM] over time you realised the difference between makeout sessions with minhyuk that ended in sex and makeout sessions that didnt. that difference, was pulling on his hair. it was like flipping a switch on him, instantly turning him on and making him handsy all over. once you finally realised this, you decided to make the most of it.

“minhyukie, i need you.”

“one more game, babe.”

you’ve heard that before, not just from him but yourself - overwatch is addicting, but you needed him right now, and you knew exactly what to do.

marching up to him confidently, you threaded your hand into his hair like you were about to affectionately rub it, but instead you yanked it back violently as soon as a loading screen popped up. minhyuk could barely process what happen before a moan left his throat, and suddenly, his mind wasn’t so occupied with the game anymore. he didn’t think you would’ve consciously took note of his hair pulling kink, and knowing that you knew now made him feel vulnerable, exposed.

submissive.

that was new, but he loved the thought of it, and you seemed to be on the same page, sliding down onto your knees in front of the chair and palming his dick through his pants.

“you’re going to press play, and go into competitive mode. and like every good player, you’re going to go into the voice chat to communicate with your team, aren’t you baby? no push to talk, i want you on open mic.”

he listened to your words carefully, gulping.

“good boy. now play.”

he tried his best, he really did, but his arousal was growing by the second and every daring glance he took down at you only made him clench his jaw more, and speak less to his team, who were yelling at him frustratedly.

“speak, babyboy. they’re going to cap the point.”

the way the petname rolled from your tongue sounded too good for his liking, and he couldn’t do anything else but obey.

“u-uh guys-”

he got increasingly nervous as you unzipped his pants and continued palming his dick through his boxers,

“- they’re, um they’re regrouping at spawn and there’s a- there’s a-”

“𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚍.𝚟𝚊?!”

“there’s a- ahhhh fuuuck… there’s a so-sombra… ah…”

you sunk down on his length slowly, causing his head to fall back against his chair. his moans were surprisingly long and drawn out - shameless.

“𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑?”

you came off his head with a lewd ‘pop!’, “you have a few more rounds to finish, min-”

he slammed his fists down on the keyboard. “i’ll take the rank down, fuck.” before you knew it, he was leaving the match and closing the game, then looking down at you with eyes blown wide.

“taking a rank down for me babyboy, you want me that badly hmm? all because i pulled your hair? do you want me to do it again?”

he nodded furiously. “p-please.”

you stand up, one hand now jerking his cock while the other one tangled into his hair and pulled back, making only the most sinful, unfiltered noises leave his lips.

“good boy.”

[doublebabyboy]

[12:36 AM] chanhee made the prettiest whines when you ground down on him, that sweet voice of his making you go all sorts of wild. it was addicting, and he definitely knew the effect it had on you because he had long since stopped trying to hold back his noises.

"ah, ah, ah- y/n- if you keep doing that, i-i'm gonna cum early," he whimpered, pushing you back on his lap so he could catch his breath. "go... go get your strap."

you blanked. "uh. i think i left it back at my place."

he stared right back at you for a solid few moments, with a look you couldn't quite decipher if it was disappointment or disbelief. maybe both?

"oh... damn, you got me so hard, too, fuck..." he avoided your gaze, leaning back on the bed. "well, your hands or mouth work too i guess. i'll return the favour, of course-"

"chanhee?"

"yes?"

he looked at you with genuine curiosity, not seeming to be predicting the obvious question.

"do you not want my pussy?"

he choked on nothing, heat flooding to his cheeks and slipping his hands back into his lap. throughout your relationship, you'd only ever pegged him, sucked him off or used your hands - he made it pretty clear he came the hardest with his ass filled to the brim, but you figured you might as well ask.

"i... i've never- i've only been with cis male tops i- i don't know how to-"

"that's fine," you reassured him, kissing his nose and trailing your hands across his shoulders, "you don't have to. i'm just asking if you want to."

he takes a moment to think about it, cutely gnawing on his bottom lip and digging his hands into your thighs. "i... i think i do."

"feel free to back out at any time, okay?"

he nodded slowly, his breath hitching beautifully as you quickly shed yourself of your bottoms, then worked on his zipper to pull out his aching hard dick, lining it up to your entrance and slowly collecting your slick on the tip.

"f-fuck... that's... more, please."

"good boy."

his whole body shuddered as you lowered yourself onto him, gripping at your hips hard enough to bruise and his mouth falling agape - sound caught up in his throat, no words coming out. his eyelids fluttered shut, and you took the chance to admire how pretty he was right in front of you, kissing his lips once softly before finally sliding all the way down.

his hips instinctively bucked up into you, making you gasp - he mumbled a quick 'sorry' before removing his hands and leaning back on the bed, trying to steady his breathing, head tossed back and lip pulled back between his teeth.

"how's that feel, baby?"

"mm... really good." his voice was unusually husky, hands curled into fists on the sheets. "please, please, please move."

when he asked so nicely, who were you to deny him?

as you started to bounce up and down on his cock, you made sure to savour every tremble and twitch of his body, and the sugar-sweet moans that followed them. you giggle to yourself as you speed up, your own breath catching at how full you felt for a change, how close you felt to him like this, how hot and hard he felt inside you-

you were just getting into the new rhythm when chanhee abruptly grabbed onto your hips again and flipped you over onto the bed, burying his face into your neck with a strangled moan as to your surprise, he started to thrust. you couldn't help the cries that left your lips at the unexpected movement, his dick hitting all the right places and making you see stars, unable to catch your breath as you clung to his back for dear life.

"ch-chanhee-"

"i'm sorry," he panted, snapping his hips with unbridled eagerness, almost a raw desperation lacing his words and movements, "i-it just feels so good, i'm sorry, i just need- ohh fuck yes!"

he muffled his moans against your collarbone, gasping and shaking still even with him on top, the contradiction between his position and submissive sounds and body language making your mind whirl in the best way.

"d-don't be sorry baby- fuck- keep doing that, you're doing s-so good. feel so good-"

his lips roughly captured yours, cutting you off with a heated mix of tongue and teeth and more of those sinful noises you'd grown to love. "mm-mh- if you keep talking like that baby, i'm not gonna last."

you felt like your entire body was set aflame, hand flying to your clit to rub frantic circles as you felt yourself catching up with him, back arching off the mattress, "y-you don't have to. cum for me chanhee, fill me up like a good boy."

"f-f-fuck i- y/n- oh my god-"

he couldn't even make out any coherent sentences, his words jumbling into one as you felt his thrusts grow more erratic and his face return to your neck, the wetness of tears touching at your skin right as he let go inside you, riding out his orgasm while painting your walls white with his cum. you weren't far behind, his neediness sending you into overdrive and when he sunk his teeth into your neck, you followed right after, nails digging into his shoulderblades as you tipped off the edge with a moan of his name.

he kept moving even as he winced from the pain of overstimulation - he was a good sub like that, after all - until you finally fell limp, chanhee exhaling deeply and flopping on top of you, exhausted.

"i didn't realise you had that in you, chanhee."

"honestly i didn't realise either."

[doublebabyboy]

Ofc I remember you🥺 I never forgot I’ve had your post notifications on this whole time 💕 what I can’t remember is if I had an anon tag or not lol

damn really?? im impressed haha you the real og then <3 im still baffled even now years later that people actually liked my funky little words enough to even turn on post notifs. i literally only have post notifs on for like 2 blogs out of the 1700+ i follow. and some of the numbers my posts would get... my main could only DREAM of hitting double digits and someone just reblogged my changkyun blurb w 500+ notes??? i hit over 1k followers??? im sorry if this seems like a flex but im so baffled still. thank you so much tho ;u;

[doublebabyboy]

[10:15 PM] the sounds of skin slapping filled the room, heard even over the tv on high volume, and while you and your boyfriend couldn’t see from the kitchen since the back of the couch faced you, chan was palming himself through his pants.

he didn’t know why his best friend and his partner were having sex on the kitchen counter behind him, but fuck if he hadn’t had the hots for them from day one. still, every bone in his body told him not to look, or maybe those lewd noises would stop. he didn’t want to risk disturbing you two.

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[doublebabyboy]

you guys are free to send in questions like “who do you think would be into _?” or “what kinks do you think _ would like?” remember cause those kind of things are a lot easier for me to answer quicker lololololol

i’ll try answer a bunch when i wake up~ for now, goodnight kittens~!

[doublebabyboy]

going thru and deleting all the dirty talk asks from 2018-2019 bc im massively uncomfortable with that now. like i dont mind playfully flirting with anyone but the whole sexting thing was just... no. nope. not anymore.

no shame to anyone involved, just not smth i personally am comf w anymore

[doublebabyboy]

turns out the REAL double babyboy was me all along being the babyboy who calls other boys babyboy... this url aged like fine wine

[stargazing-enby]

“It’s incredibly discouraging as a fandom creator to get little to no comments/reblogs on your works” and “no one should be guilt-tripped into reblogging or commenting if they don’t want to” are statements that can and should coexist.

And they both coexist with the statement that “posts that guilt-trip fans into interacting with fandom works make many people who want to interact less likely to do it out of fear the creator will think their interaction is not good enough”.

And another truth that also coexists with these, but that I don’t see talked about enough, is that this:

(no need to actually read the whole text in the image!)

…is a wall of love.

But these:

…are also walls of love!

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And both of these make many creators so, SO happy!

So, for all of us who do want to show creators more love and improve their and our own fandom experience, here’s what I propose:

Whenever you consume fandom content, if you have the energy and feel like it, leave a one-line comment. A few emojis. A smile. A keyboard smash. If you have a bit more time and energy than that and you feel like it, quote back your favourite line or point out what your favourite detail about a fanart is. And on the moments where you don’t have the energy for any of this, trust that others will do it for you, the same way you do it when you have the energy and others don’t.

Let’s all remember that fandom is a community. No fan should be feeling like they have to do it all on their own. No one should feel guilty for not having more to give than they do. And those of us who do, let’s create walls of love together.

[milfmacbeth]

you COMMENT on fic? you comment on the story like it's worth something? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for One Thousand Years!!!!

[loversung]

hi, i just want to say a few things as a writer to other writers. first, as a disclaimer, this is in no way meant to be rude or meant to dishearten you all. but this is something i used to struggle with as well.

please don’t cross tag your works.

i understand, some tags get way more traction than others, but cross tagging genres is harmful. it opens you up to a whole different side of the tumblr fandom and some of it is not pretty. people go into specific tags to see specific things, and if there’s unrelated content in their way, they may get angry.

if you are a sfw writer and tag nsfw, you interrupt the flow of someone’s personal time, which may make them angry. they’re there for a reason, and it’s not to read a fluffy or angsty boyfriend au. and vice versa, if you are a nsfw writer and tag sfw you’re exposing yourself to people who may be uncomfortable with such topics or even minors, who should never come across and read or write smut publicly. either way, there are dangers involved and it’s just all around not a very good idea to cross tag. it opens you up to the possibility of receiving unpleasant and unkind anon messages if your works end up in the wrong hands.

i understand, you want your talents to be well known. but cross tagging isn’t the way to go about it. using the correct tags brings your target audience to you, even if it may take some time. please, write because you enjoy it. don’t get discouraged or upset if your works take a while to be noticed. so many now-famous authors were ignored and rejected time and time again until their stories reached the right person at the right firm, and, well, now they’re famous.

moral of the story: don’t cross tag your works and expose yourself to people who aren’t your target audience. let them come to you. it’ll all pay off in the end if you are passionate and persevere.

[lixhues]

Chan: Prepare for glory

The glory:

[doublebabyboy]

me seeing notes from my posts from 3 years ago and rereading my old stuff: who tf wrote this and WHO tf told them that kim younghoon was a dom.