#fluff tips

[chxrrysxx]

Scary Things I See In Fanfiction: Part 1

|this is not meant to come at anyone. This is just my own opinion so hold your horses with those hate comments 😂|

1. "Their tongues battled for dominance."

2. Scary synonyms for penis. (Member, stick, front tail, bar, pipe, man stick, pencil, pen, sacred rod)

3. The y/n personality always being the emo or E-girl\boy\other stereotype. They tend to make the y/n personality all cold. There isn't enough diversity anymore.

4. Smashing RIGHT after they confess. Or the day. I mean hey do what makes you comfortable, but for every smut its always like this 😳

5. "She moaned 'no' but he kept going, loving her reactions." RAPE. Okay maybe that's too much. But she said no. So unless she's into the consentual- non consentual sex and you've made that known, this is wrong.

6. This one is specifically about Eren Yeager from Attack On Titan. All the fanfics I see about him make him look all abusive and cold. Now you can make whatever you want, but damnnnn "he cuts her legs, watching the blood spill out." Seems a little harsh. That wasn't from an actual fanfic (I hope 😨)

7. Whenever y/n's touching themselves, the character gets all mad and is like "why are you touching yourself" and "how dare you pleasure yourself with YOUR hands?!" And then all of a sudden its punishment time 😫

8. Characters written completely out of character. Again, I see this a lot with Eren Yeager. Now omg again do as you please, but ugh this gets on my nerves like hell. I don't even recognize the character anymore when they do this. Plus, I have a friend who likes characters based on fanfictions they read. WHAT. that's not even the real character! And and and people mess up the personality so much it ruins it. (Quick advertisements cuz ya know. I obsess over the characters personality inside and out to fully understand them.)

9. Inability to get pregnant. YES I'M SERIOUS. Many smuts NEVER say anything about protection! They just magically don't have a baby. BRUH. there's nothing wrong with saying "he grabbed a condom" or "slid on a rubber" or "I'll on the pill". Hey you can even make it sexy. "He held the condom between his teeth, saliva dripping down his mouth." Too much?

10. WARNING VERY EXPLICIT For this one, I don't know how to explain it so I'm going to make a short story. "My name's y/n Ackerman. I'm Levi's secret sister. But here's the catch, I'm in love with him. We sneak out everyday to fuck and he cums all inside me and it squirts out. I want told have a baby with my brother and if anyone judges I'll cut their hands off. I opened the door to my room and saw Levi jacking off. He came in his hands and licked off the white creamy whip cream sour cake liquids. I gasped so loud I accidentally burped from last night's blowjob creampie. He pulled be against the wall and banged me into it until my insides fell out. I love my brother Levi so much. I hope we have kids every year. The end. Hey guys thanks for reading omg this is terrible uwu I'm nit liek this in real life owo I'm actually like super quirky and I'm bi but I hate girls and omg I'm not 9 years old." GUYS I'm so sorry but this is the only way for me to explain it. I've actually come across fanfics like this and I'm truly scared.

10. Smoking being a personality now 😳

11. Never smiling, only smirking 😏

12. "My face flushed as I blushed and tinted crimson and became the colour of a tomato because blood rushed to my face." STOP THIS.

REMEMBER! this is only myyyyyy fears and things that creep ME out. So again, hold back from those hate comments 😂

[If you guys have anything to add on, ask in the ask box, and put "scary things in fanfiction" so I know what you're talking about]

[lavishedinjimin]

i love your fics very much💕 and i’m planning to right a series that might contain smut.. can you give me tips on how to improve my writing on smut or fluff? btw i’m gonna use this emoji from now on if there’s no one using it - 🥨

hi anon, thank you so much!!

but here, I've already answered an ask that asks for smut tips, so you can check this one out already.

but for fluff, hm.. let me see.

place your character in a warm, peacefull environment that you and the readers know that everything will be okay. there is solace in the air. OC can smell it.

portray emotions and feelings as if you are in oc's shoes.

the little things matter! perhaps the brush of each others hand, a sweet glance, or their knees touching when they sit – it all creates some good, fluffy tension.

analogies and metaphors are good to use!

if you have Pinterest, search for inspo there because it has a lot of fluff dialogue prompts that you can use for motivation.

write at your own pace!! 💜

[miffyscakes]

in love with any and all chubby! reader x sevika fics! may i humbly request more dear queen 🦋 up to you if it’s fluffy or spicy as long as i have more to feed my addiction to your fics!!! thank you hehe

flowers growing from your body

other anon request post ! !

sevika x chubby! reader

synopsis: it's sometimes hard to look past insecurities.

Thankfully, you have Sevika there to remind you of your beauty.

warnings: body dysmorphia, fluff, established relationship, suggestive interactions, insecure reader, she/her used on reader

word count: 0.7k

a/n: didn't want to make this entirely smut like the other anon had requested, so I just made it ever so slightly suggestive!

And tysm for the kind words anons (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) ‹𝟹

ANDD always remember you guys are all beautiful, no matter what🥹💕

You had just stepped out from the shower, and were now staring into the mirror—the same mirror that seemed to distort your body in different shapes every time you looked into it. You felt as if your face was rounder than it should be, almost as if your stomach was bigger than you’d wished it’d be, and most importantly felt that Sevika deserved someone who didn’t look like you.

It’s a thought that’s always haunted you.

You wiped the fog from the mirror with the side of your hand, but the reflection still seemed off.

It wasn’t just the way the light hit your skin or how the water clung to your hair—it was something deeper. You stared, waiting for your mind to catch up with what your eyes saw.

The steam curled up from the shower like ghosts, whispering in the back of your mind. You tried to push the thoughts away, but they stayed, heavy and familiar. Sevika’s compliments that she so often shares with you echo faintly in memory—the low, smoky sound that always felt like a promise and a warning at once. You wondered if she ever looked at you and saw what you saw in the mirror.

You turn away from the reflecting glass material, grabbing a towel, pressing it too tightly against your skin. The pressure felt grounding, almost enough to silence the anxious hum.

Almost.

“You think too much, sweetheart,” you hear a familiar rough, yet soft voice at the doorway of the bathroom.

Sevika.

She’s leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over one another, her silver eyes observing the body that she adores so wholeheartedly. "What's going on, hm?" She says, moving close towards you and wrapping her arms around you—the cold feeling of her prosthetic seeping through the towel that covers your body.

You don't look at her—you haven't wanted to match her warm gaze in a while now, feeling that she deserves better than you.

"Baby," she moves closer, her lips close to your ears and her soft breaths grazing against your skin as she turns you to face the large mirror donning the wall. "What's going through that pretty mind, hm?"

You want to tell her.

You so desperately want to express the internal battle of fearing to look at yourself in the mirror everyday. The reason that you've been distanced from her.

But you also want to tell her that she deserves someone that she won't be embarrassed of as she walks down the street. Want to tell her that she should be with someone who is in her league.

You swallow hard, your throat tight with words you can’t seem to form. Her calloused hand slides up your arm slowly, deliberate, the weight of her touch both grounding and disarming.

“Talk to me,” she murmurs, voice low enough that it feels like it vibrates through your chest. The sound of her is enough to make your pulse trip over itself.

“I just.. ” you trail off, eyes flickering toward the mirror again. Your reflection looks caught between wanting to hide and wanting to be seen. “I don’t see what you see.”

Sevika hums—a deep, thoughtful sound—and leans closer until her breath fans over the side of your neck.

“Then maybe,” she says softly, her lips ghosting just shy of your skin, “you’re not looking right.”

Her fingers hook the edge of the towel at your shoulder, tugging it just enough to expose a curve of damp skin. You tense, but she doesn’t push. Instead, she runs her thumb over the spot, slow and reverent, as if to remind you that you are here, that she is too.

“In that mirror,” she whispers, her eyes meeting yours in the glass, “I see someone who drives me out of my mind. Someone who doesn’t even realize how beautiful she is and how much I want her.”

You feel her smile against your neck before she adds, quieter now, “Let me show you what I see.”

It’s not a demand—it never is with her—but the promise in her tone makes your breath hitch. You nod, just barely, and she presses a soft kiss below your ear and onto the soft skin of your neck.

The steam has begun to fade, the mirror clearing, and for a moment, the reflection that looks back at you almost makes sense—two bodies close—both perfect together— framed in warmth and shadow.

And this time, you don’t look away.

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[miffyscakes]

Hiii, how u doing? I have a requeeeest, a fluff one; What about beach honeymoon with Vika? Maybe exploring different activities like going on a dinner, a walk in the sand or even a little swimming race in the water (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠).

Ily, bye, ty 💋💋❤️

sunlight on the ocean

sevika x reader

synopsis: You're finally married! Now it's time to finally relax and enjoy your honeymoon with your newly-declared wife, Sevika.

warnings: fluff, established marriage/relationship

word count: 1.0k

a/n: this is so exciting for me to write as somebody who always dreams of her future honeymoon/wedding ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝) AND ILYTTT

The sun is just beginning to rise when you step out onto the balcony, the horizon spilling gold across the quiet sea. The air tastes of salt and soft heat, and the sound of waves folds around you like a slow heartbeat, your hair moving in the direction of the quiet wind. Behind you, the faint rustle of sheets tells you Sevika’s awake—though you can tell from the lazy rhythm of her movements she’s in no hurry to get out of bed.

“Already up?” Her voice is low and gruff, roughened by a deep sleep. You glance back to find her sitting up, dark-coloured hair loose and messy, the morning light cutting sharp lines across her broad shoulders. Even here—far from Zaun, far from the weight of its smoke and steel—she looks like she belongs to something fierce. But then her gaze softens when it lands on you, and she adds, “didn’t think you’d leave without a proper good morning.”

You smile, stepping closer, “I was just watching the sunrise, baby”

“Mm,” she smirks, pulling you in by the waist as you pass within reach. “The sun can wait.”

Her kiss tastes faintly of alcohol from the night before, and when she finally lets you go, the world feels slower, heavier in the best way. She leans against you, her face hiding in the crook of your neck as you sit atop her thighs. Her eyes trace the ocean behind you, "you picked a good spot,” she says. “No crowds. No noise. Just us.”

“Thought you could use the quiet," you say, your hand now resting behind Sevika's head.

She huffs out a low laugh, "quiet’s good. Especially if it means I get to see you like this.”

The morning stretches ahead—an endless horizon of light, laughter, and lazy hours tangled in sun and salt. And for once, Sevika doesn’t look like she’s waiting for the next fight.

"Like what?" You giggle, Sevika's breath tickling your neck as she pulls away, her silver eyes locking in on yours.

"Happy," she whispers—almost as if the words were trapped in her throat. You smile at your wife, your eyes sharing the similar joy of your smile as you gently lock your lips with Sevika—despite the fact that she had just woken up moments prior.

"C'mon," you smile. "Let's go get breakfast."

"A little early for that," Sevika grumbles, pulling you closer towards her with her arm—her muscles flexing. "Let's just lay down for a bit, hm?" You playfully roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around Sevika's neck as your body presses warmly against her own.

You laugh softly, letting yourself sink into her warmth for a few moments longer before you finally pull back. “If we stay here any longer, we’ll miss the best part of the morning,” you tease, brushing your thumb along her jaw.

You linger in her arms a little longer, the rhythm of her breathing syncing with the steady hush of the waves outside.

But eventually, the warmth of the morning light spilling across the sheets urges you both to move. With a reluctant sigh, Sevika lets you go, watching as you stretch and pad toward the bathroom. The faint sound of running water fills the quiet room, followed by the clink of glasses and the low hum of the ceiling fan.

By the time you finish up in the bathroom, Sevika’s halfway dressed—her prosthetic arm now reattached, her shirt unbuttoned, hair still messed from sleep, the faintest smirk tugging at her lips when she catches your gaze lingering. You toss her a teasing glance as you slip into something light and airy, the fabric brushing softly against your sun-warmed skin.

“Guess you really are up now,” she murmurs, fastening the last button before stepping close to steal another quick kiss; the warmth of her lips against yours.

“Had to make sure you’d follow me,” you grin, brushing your fingers along her arm before taking her hand.

Together, you gather what little you need—sandals, a towel, the promise of coffee later—and step out into the gentle glow of the morning. The moment that the two of you step out into the cool morning light, the sound of the waves grow louder with each step down the weathered wooden path. The air outside cool, filled with the scent of salt and sun-warmed wood, and as you make your way down the narrow path toward the beach, the world feels simple again—just the two of you, the sea, and the day waiting to begin.

The sand greets your bare feet—cool, fine, and impossibly soft but rough all at once—and Sevika exhales like the tension in her shoulders has been waiting years to leave. The tide glimmers gold and orange under the rising sun, and for a while, neither of you say a word.

You just walk, side by side, hand in hand, the world around you still waking up, the sea stretching endlessly ahead.

"Worth it?" You ask, looking up at your wife for her approval of the endless view of the sea beyond you.

"Mm," she hums. "Would rather be in bed right now, with you, but it's nice."

"Don't be grumpy," you say.

"I'm not grumpy," Sevika snorts—an uncontrollable laugh that she's never able to hold back when she's with you. You laugh and roll your eyes, "c'mon, we can do that any other time! It's not everyday that we get to see a view like this y'know."

"Yeah, yeah," she chuckles. "I know that, baby. Just focus on your sun." You smile and lean against her, finding comfort both in the warmth of your wife and in the view of the soft golden coloured waves ahead of you. You hardly notice how Sevika's eyes linger on you, just admiring the content expression that stays on your face, and admiring the way the gold-shades of the sun perfectly graze your features.

"It's so beautiful, isn't it?" You ask, still leaning against Sevika's body and not realizing the lingering gaze of her silver eyes.

"Mhm," she says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Sure is."

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[miffyscakes]

hey lana!! do you have any advice on how to write fluff?

Hello anon darling!

Fluff is my specialty so I have a ton of experience with it! And i have tons of advice and tips for those who want to write fluff! These also count as general tips for writing!

1. Show, don’t tell:

May not make sense, but it basically means describe the ambiance around the reader in deep detail without overexplaining it. Explain the scents, the sounds, and the warmth surrounding them.

Don’t just say “you walked in the room, it smelt nice.” It sounds too vague, too boring, and isn’t immersive whatsoever. And don’t say “you frolicked through the wooden door frame and into an apartment, when a strong and harsh, yet pleasant, scent of sandalwood, whiskey, roses, ocean water, lavender, cinnamon, and lilac.” It seems over-explained and can cause the reader to lose track of what exactly is happening when there is too much descriptive information.

Instead, say something like:

“You walked into the apartment, and a pleasant scent lingered throughout. It smelled of a variety of different floral scents.”

Enough to bring some imagination, but also enough to allow the reader to feel immersed within your writing.

2. Allow for there to be a comforting ambiance to the writing:

Fluff can take place in many scenarios.

A bedroom, a rainy day, a restaurant, and so much more. However, if you write the fic to be stressful and uncomfortable it’s less fluff and begins to go into angst territory.

Always keep a comforting feel to your writing by including softness to your characters’ interactions. It’s not just about describing the setting. The way characters interact is just as important.

I personally focus on the interactions 60% more than I do the setting. But never ignore the setting as it can be confusing for the reader.

3. [general tip] Be consistent

Never switch the setting randomly, or the scenario.

It’s impossible for the characters to be in the living room and then suddenly in the bedroom. If you want to change the setting, make it flow and describe the characters moving into a different setting if that’s what you want.

This is a harder thing to do with series as there are often many chapters, but with some proofreading it can be done!

That’s generally what I keep in mind as i write fluff! I can also write a list of fluff prompts for those who wish to write fluff but are unsure as to how.