hi everyone! i’ve been getting a few messages recently from people who have discovered this blog, so i thought i’d return with a formal update + closing.
i shut my ask some months ago as an informal closing, but formally i want to say i’m no longer posting on this blog! it was a lot of fun while it lasted and i was very happy sharing my work with y’all. thank you so much for all the love and support!
i won’t be deleting this blog any time soon so the fics will be up as an archive of like... my writing when i was in between high school and college? lmao. it will be up for a while, until i decide to clean up my tumblr accounts at some point, which i will probably not announce. in the meantime i wish you all well!! <3
a number 21 and b number 24 please a fluff; semi smut or smut if you like 💗 your writing skill is amazing please keep up the good work ily
Comfort sex + “What, does that feel good?”
(unsure what comfort sex is in specific but i hope this is okay!)
When he said he was going to help you relax, you should have expected that this was how it was going to turn out—with you splayed out on the bed, knees falling away at either side of his head, and his face buried between your thighs.
He’s looking up at you as he licks up your slit slowly, making you squirm. His tongue flicks at your clit when he reaches it, and the moan you’ve been trying to stifle leaves your lips. He pulls away a couple of inches with a playful smirk.
“What, does that feel good?” he asks from between your legs. You’d normally have something to return his question with, something jokey or equally as snarky about the hint of arrogance in his tone, but you might have needed this more than you thought—that must be the reason why your brain can’t piece together your usual response.
“Y-Yeah,” you say, head lifted to meet his eyes, cheeks burning at how affected you sound.
To your surprise, he doesn’t snicker at your stammer, or at how breathy you sound, which you both tend to do to each other on regular nights. Instead, the smirk on his face spreads into a slow smile as his hands smooth up your thighs, squeezing softly at the flesh.
“Good,” he says, punctuating it with a kiss to the inside of one thigh, then mirroring the action on the other. “Just checking.”
He’s particularly tender with you tonight—a kind reminder that your relationship with this boy is not all banter and silliness alone. He nudges you over the edge with a gentleness you would have never believed would get you there before, watches with reverence as it hits you like a tsunami, holds you long after you come back to shore.
(He waits until the next morning, when you’re feeling a lot better, to joke around with you as normal.)
Hi! In regards to your update, I think you should just do what you feel most comfortable with. You're the one writing it, after all! I'm sure your followers will still love the scenarios you write, no matter how you write them. We all still love your work!
anon, you’re too sweet. :”( thank you! i guess it’s more of i don’t know if i should keep this blog around and keep updating it, or leave it to collect dust. i know it’s annoying when you look for an old fic to find the blog deleted so i didn’t think about deleting the blog. but i just wanted to see if people were interested in new content even if different, or were happy to call it a good time and find other blogs.
hi guys! i haven’t died!!! just have been busy with life i suppose. not too great an excuse but it’s one. :-(( how is everyone doing?
sorry i closed the ask for a while. most of you guys have been really sweet about concern for my absence and i thank you for it. some people were a little more rude lmao and i don’t thank them for it. uh but i feel like you all deserve an update anyway.
i don’t super see myself writing full fledged scenarios in the future just because i don’t have the sort of time or energy to dedicate to it, among many other priorities. however, i was wondering what you guys thought about bullet point scenarios or drabbles, which have become popular lately. i still have the ideas and the enthusiasm to come up with stuff, but just not the time to refine and edit my work too meticulously.
if i get a good response, i’ll come back soon, and maybe i’ll be able to come up with content faster! but otherwise it’s been a good time anyways, and i thank you all for enjoying my content.
send me an ask with your thoughts, and let me know how you’ve been doing! ♡ thank you always for your patience n support.
hi honey!!!! you’re too sweet thank you ;( i’ve been at uni for a while and it’s really kicking my ass but i’m doing okay!! i miss you and i love you too!!!!
anon!!!! u r precious!!!! i miss u too!!!!!!!! i want to get back on this damn horse i have been in the ugliest of emotional slumps n it’s affected my productivity 10000% lmao. it’s a sad life but i’m getting by i just need to get inspired!!
if you would like to help pls let me know which fic on my to-do list you’re most excited to read!!!! or if you’d like something hard or soft for the next fic!!!! OR tell me what sort of things make ur heart flutter!!!!! i want to be back here ;__(\
i kid u not, i screeched inside my head as i saw the notification for dizzy pt 2 pop up at work and now its 11pm nd i just remembered that i still have to read the most likely masterpiece and silently screamed for like 5 minutes!!!!!! ugh i love ur writing so much im gonna go read it and then reread it another 8 times to savor it
OMFG ANON :-(((( you are precious i'm glad you didn't read it at work!!!!!!! i hope i met your expectations!!!!,,,
y’all… u dont understand how much writing in the tags of someone’s creation means to them.. whether it’s fanart, a graphic, fanfic..,, there’s a 99% chance that person looks through their tags and a single opinionated comment in the tags can rlly brighten their day it’s just a rlly wonderful thing to see
I just finished Dizzy pt.2 that shit was hot af. And I imagine Seventeen's Seungcheol for all your content I freaken love your writing (I almost fucken wrote riding *wink*)
dfdfjskdfj i’m so GLAD thank you so much :””””)
and also i see what you mean abt seungcheol. Those Thighs....... Good Shit
IT’S HERE AFTER TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND YEARS. Part two of one of my favorites, Dizzy! I hope you like waking up ya boy.
Disclaimer: Please have super safe sex. They’re having safe sex but I just thought I’d clarify—condoms are not the enemy.
That being said, I hope this one’s as fun for you as it was for me to write!
The first thing he notices when he wakes up is that it isn’t quite as bright as it usually is in the bedroom.
Opening his eyes just enough to peer through his lashes, he notes the blinds drawn over the windows, obscuring most of the harsh sunlight. Even in his foggy, sleep-induced state, he makes a mental note to thank you for thinking of everything to prevent the worst case scenario hangover. Fortunately, his head is only throbbing a little bit—he vaguely remembers being forced to down maybe two glasses of water per drink he had by one of his more responsible friends, and he makes a mental note to thank him too.
Despite the ache in his head, it could be worse—it’s nice, not too bright, quiet, and if he’s being honest, he’s warm and feeling good. His lagging brain works overtime to understand the reason why until he registers a wet warmth around his cock and a loud slurping sound.
It feels like a stab to the head, but he almost breaks his neck with how fast he looks down.
His mouth waters at the sight, and even more at the feeling. You’re on your stomach between his legs, blanket draped over your shoulders, and you’ve got your pretty lips stretched around his cock and fingers around what area of his length you can’t quite take in. You take him in and drag off of him at a lazy pace, eyes closed and lashes fanning over your cheeks. When you pull back, you do so with a suck accompanied by another loud slurp, and he lets out a sleepy moan.
That gets your attention, has you lifting your gaze to look up at him through your lashes—a sight he’s seen many times before but has yet to tire of. (In fact, it usually has him feeling quite the opposite.) You bob your head one last time before pulling off.
“Sleep well?” you ask, still moving your hand as you look up at him. He groans again, making his third mental note of the day to thank god for you.
“Fuck.” It’s all he can manage.
You giggle, kiss the tip of his length—the action has a shiver running up his spine—and give it a few more licks before choosing just to watch him watch you tug on his cock.
“You still in the mood for this?” You’d agreed some time ago that wake-up sex was all right—more than all right, even—for the both of you, but you still wanted to make sure before it progressed. He’d also been so drunk last night, and might not have meant what he wanted to do today. It was important to check.
Luckily, your anxieties are met with reassurance in the form of a loud whine and dark eyes staring back into yours.
“Always am,” he says when he finds his words, motioning for you to come up. You give him a few more strokes before letting go, crawling up the bed on your hands and knees, and he kicks his boxers off at the ankle.
His grip is firm at the back of your neck as he pulls you down for a kiss, unbothered by the fact that you just had his dick in your mouth the same way you care nothing about the fact that he’s got morning breath. You immerse yourself in the kiss, eyes fluttering shut to concentrate your senses on the feel of his mouth on yours, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip gently.
You’re brought back to reality when you feel him tug at your pajama shorts, and you giggle into the kiss. He grunts and tugs more insistently until you pull away to shimmy out of them before going right back to kissing him.
“These too. I need them off,” he mumbles into the kiss, stretching the band of your underwear and letting it snap back against your hip. You make a noise of protest before releasing his lips once more.
“No, bitch. I’m not done blowing you.”
To your surprise, he whines again instead of jumping to it. “But I want to eat you out.”
“Are you seriously refusing getting oral in favor of giving oral?” you ask, an incredulous look on your face as you stare at him. “Who are you?”
“Hey,” he protests, getting up on his elbows. “What you’re implying is rude and false.”
You snicker. He’s right—he loves it just as much—but teasing him is always fun. Your response only makes him whine again.
“Come on. If you blow me, I’m just going to come and fall back asleep. It’s not going to be fun.”
Okay, that’s fair, you think. He has a point. You purse your lips, giving it some thought before opening your mouth to speak.
“And if you eat me out,” you say, following his train of thought with a little grin spreading across your face, “then you can fuck me after and make me come twice before we both fall back asleep.”
He grins back. “That’s what I’m saying, woman. Now get that thing off and come up here.”
You roll onto your side for a bit to shuck your panties off and then get back onto your knees. You lean in for a few more kisses, tongues sliding together languidly. In the early hours of the morning, both your bodies are still sensitive from sleep, and even making out has you both moaning.
A shock goes through your nerves when you feel him smack your ass to move you along. You nearly snort at his impatience, but the look on his face says he isn’t kidding around, so you stand on your knees with a smirk. You straddle his chest, the pillows cushy against your knees as you move forward.
You dip your head to look at him once you’re where he wants you, and the sight of him licking his lips while he stares at your pussy already has you breathless.
“God, finally,” he says, voice rough and lower than usual, “I’ve been thinking about this all week.”
You don’t even get a chance to respond before he stretches his neck and buries his face in your pussy, eager to taste. Whatever you were about to say is lost in a loud moan, hands scrambling for the headboard to support yourself as you lower onto his face, easing the strain in his neck.
He draws out his licks up your slit before flicking your clit with his tongue, repeating the motion over and over. His fingers are rough as they squeeze your ass, pulling your hips down. He eats you out with such vigor, and it’s dizzying.
“God,” you half-gasp, half-laugh. “You aren’t holding back, huh?”
“When you taste this good? No.”
Shit, okay. You’re sure his face is already a mess, given how slick your thighs feel. You moan as he dips his tongue between your folds, moving up slowly in a long stripe up your slit. He pulls away again, sucking his lips into his mouth when he withdraws his tongue and humming in delight at the taste.
He’s only started, but you’re already greedy, reaching down to pull on his hair gently with a whine of his name. “Don’t stop.”
It makes him laugh.
“Jesus, so in a rush so early in the morning.” He uses his thumb to draw circles around your clit as he talks, and it has you dazed. “I just want to take my time with you.”
You really have nothing to say to that. It only fuels the fire burning in your lower belly, and you let him do what he wants.
He takes you apart slowly, as if piece by piece. The way his tongue moves is delicious, almost torturous, and when you grind against it he moans into your pussy. He’s relentless with his lips as he sucks on your clit between tracing patterns of god-knows-what, and it only eggs him on when you tug on his hair.
His hands leave their place on your ass, one coming up to toy with a nipple as he eats you out. In your dazed state, you don’t even think about where the other hand’s disappeared to until you hear a familiar schlick over and over, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping, and your mind spins even more with how hot it is that he’s so turned on by getting you off.
You struggle to open your eyes, but when you do, he’s looking up at you with his own dazed, lidded ones. The eye contact makes him moan (as does his own hand around his cock), and his lips around your clit send vibrations through it that have you feeling warm all over.
The coil in your stomach grows tighter and hotter, and a moan of his name is all he needs to know that you’re close. He keeps at his steady pace, tongue merciless against your clit through your orgasm—and for a while after.
You protest and pull away, sitting back on his chest. “Stop, I’m sensitive.”
He’s openly panting, and now that you look at him, you can say you’re right—his face is covered in your wetness. The sight of him licking it off of his lips is plain erotic. You feel his chest heave up and down underneath you as he tries to catch his breath. You lift yourself to give him an easier time, but your thighs are shaking, so there’s only so much you can do. His glazed-over eyes are still staring at you as he wipes the excess he can’t reach on the back of his hand.
“I’d make you come with my mouth again if I weren’t so fucking hard,” he says between breaths. When you look back, you see he’s got his hand still wrapped around the base of his erection, twitching and dripping precum. You nearly moan at the sight, at a complete loss for words, especially after your orgasm.
He makes a noise, making you look back down at him, and pats your hips gently. “Baby, come down. I want to kiss you.”
You immediately clamber off of his chest, happily settling in beside him on the bed. You’re happy to make out a little more, but this time you’re moving more lazily, still in your post-orgasm daze. It’s a while before you’re ready again, but when your kisses grow more forceful and your hand replaces his, he’s given the go-signal.
He breaks the kiss, touches his nose to yours, and you giggle.
“Condom?” he asks. You normally use one to be extra safe, even though you’re normally on the pill, but you’re reminded of the fact that things are going to be extra difficult for him today with one of his longer-than-normal hangovers, and you want to ease the burden.
“Not today,” you say, and laugh when he punches the air, biting his lip in a grin.
You lean in to kiss him again, not pulling away as you swing a leg over his torso and scooch back until you’re right above his cock. He sighs, half out of frustration and half out of pleasure, when you start grinding.
“Hurry,” he whines, drawing out the last syllable.
“Now who’s in a rush?”
He glares at you—it’s jokingly, but you can tell what he wants. “Just put it in, holy shit.”
You laugh, but sit up and sink down on him anyway, inch by inch. When you’re bottomed out, fully seated on his hips, you both let out a moan.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he breathes, hands coming onto your hips to start helping you move. You lift yourself off, easing back down slowly, and repeat, head tipping back at how full of him you feel.
He settles his feet on the mattress and starts lifting his hips to meet yours, falling into a rhythm that you can manage to follow. You muse, absently, about how riding him was supposed to get him to move less and avoid any more headaches, but the sensation of him pounding into you is distracting.
He fucks into you at a steady pace—it’s not too fast for the morning, not too overly drawn out either, but it’s good, and it’s got him loud. The feeling of you warm and wet around him combined with the still half-conscious state he’s in robs him of his inhibitions, has him moaning loud and low, uncaring of whoever hears. Lazy by nature, he’ll admit it’s also fucking great that he doesn’t have to move much at all, and even whatever movement he does with his hips is worth it. The sight of you moving up and down on his lap, tits bouncing with every movement, and the sound of you gasping at how good his cock makes you feel all have him thrusting into you with even more earnest.
Your thighs start to ache—you did just wake up too, after all—so you slow the roll of your hips and take the time to admire him, dragging a hand up his torso. You slide into the motion, crawling forward until your face meets his again, and you see how much he loves it up close, eyes hooded and dazed as they stare into yours. Your hips pick up the pace once more, and he shuts them completely, groans softly, fingers digging what you think might turn into bruises on your hips.
It’s arousing in its intimacy—the closeness and the fact that you can feel so much of him inside you, hot and hard inside you without anything between. Your breathing quickens at the feeling, and you start to move faster.
“God, you feel so good,” you choke out, hands cupping his jaw as you ride him. “Remind me again why we don’t fuck like this all the time.”
“Do you think I know,” he responds, almost all in one breath. His mind is foggy with lust, and he grunts, thrusting deep into you before speaking again. “I might, ah, come soon—”
“Me too,” you pant, holding onto him.
It’s only a moment before you feel him spill into you completely, still rocking his hips upward but sloppier now as he rides out his orgasm. The look on his face as he does is almost angelic but erotic at the same time—bed head an even bigger mess, eyelids fluttering, cheeks flushed—and it has you following him shortly after, nails digging into his skin as you come.
He groans when you pull off of him. Your thighs are shaking, and your cunt is dripping with his load, but it’s such a satisfying feeling you can’t begin to complain. You give him a kiss before slowly rolling onto your side into the crook of his arm, and look up at him.
Your voice is raspy when you speak. “How’s that for a hangover cure?” you ask with a grin, and he grins right back and kisses you, rubbing your arm.
“Fucking ace.”
“Hmm,” you hum happily in response, snuggling in closer. A hand comes up to caress his jaw. “Still want me to make you ramen?”
“Yes, please.”
You roll over again carefully—you’re going to have to clean up down there first before you head anywhere else—and manage to climb off the bed, heading toward the bathroom. “Two minutes, and then come with?”
He groans, not moving. “But the bed is so cozy. And warm. And I might get dizzy if I get up.”
You roll your eyes from the bathroom, opening the door a crack to look at him. “You’re such a big baby. You’re fine.”
He whines, but gets up when you head into the kitchen, stumbling after you and overdoing his complaints just to make you feel bad. But he gives you the same sweet thank-you kiss he always does when you roll your eyes and slide the ramen bowl over, and as you dig into your own breakfast opposite him, you decide that, yes, it is very fortunate that your boyfriend is not an unpleasant drunk—especially given the sort of outcomes that follow his drunken antics.
(Needless to say, this isn’t the last time you start the morning this way.)
gjsklds i found you through the favorite character blog too lol i remember binge reading all those stories and then i found this blog and was all OHH MY GOSH THERES MORE SIGN ME UP
HANASDHND i’m so glad :”””))) yea i haven’t checked that blog in a while but hope they’re still active!! i thought it was a cute concept so i totally just rolled with it lol i’d love for there to be more things like this!
ALSO I’M POSTING IN LIKE TWO MINUTES IM SO EXCITED
I love your writing, and I'm always excited for updates! But I have a pretty dumb question, I always see terms like bias and optional bias and I can't say I know what they mean? I can take a wild guess at what they're referring to but I'd like your own explanation.
OMG hi honey thank you so much!!!! jdsfkjsfd this isn’t a dumb question at all. you must have found me through the favorite-character blog and not through kpop? i’d be happy to explain!! totally ask more questions if i wasn’t clear enough.
the term “bias” is not exactly unique to the kpop fan community, but fans use it to refer to their favorite person in a kpop group. kpop fan writers who write bias/reader scenarios usually will write a specific person in it—for example, i’ve mentioned that this one guy named “gongchan” is one of my biases, so i would write fics where the guy was explicitly called gongchan in the fic and the way i write it would be more skewed toward his personality and him as a whole (like i’d be able to refer to other members of the group he’s in, talk about his hair or smth, write fics about the one specific thing he did in one specific video, something like that).
it would be like that, except written about anyone the writer knows well enough to write. usually a fan will love a whole group and write fics about all the individual members of that group! sometimes more groups, so more people.
“optional bias” fics/scenarios benefit people whose biases may not have a lot of bias/reader fics written about them for lack of popularity or any other reason. these fics are written with vague enough characters and no names/specifics so a reader can imagine their bias in place of the person written as the reader’s love interest (or any other relationship counterpart, but mine are mostly re: romantic love!).
no dramatics but if u post the bias in a skirt story i will die like that will actually be the best thing to ever happen to me
don’t die o m f g i’ll die before you .... i got really into this idea because i have one (1) bias with a REALLY GREAT ASS and he looks super soft like. he’d be such a sweet boi in a skirt. i’m hurting
