╱ 𝓢𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Yooah(you)had everything ready to see his crush confess to antoher girl. What started with her helping him to arrange a confession, ended catastrophically. Misunderstandings, miscommunication, tension and unspoken feelings.
pairing: yang jungwon x female!reader
contains: angst. a lot, but not heavily. reader isn't very aware of her own feelings at first. blurred lines. hurt. confusion. self-doubt. humor. there's also fluff! stubborn both jungwon and reader. eventually smut (MDNI).
word count: still on process.
autor's note: hello! after a long time, I wanted to try something different. this series will be in third person since I feel more comfortable writting long stuff like that. Below you'll have the individual chapters. Some are already written, some not. I'll update them slowly. I hope you really like it! ♥︎
╱ 𝓢𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 : Yooah(you)had everything ready to see his crush confess to antoher girl. What started with her helping him to arrange a confession, ended catastrophically. Misunderstandings, miscommunication, tension and unspoken feelings.
pairing: yang jungwon x female!reader
contains: angst. a lot, but not heavily. reader isn't very aware of her own feelings at first. blurred lines. hurt. confusion. self-doubt. humor. there's also fluff! stubborn both jungwon and reader. eventually smut (MDNI).
word count: still on process.
autor's note: hello! after a long time, I wanted to try something different. this series will be in third person since I feel more comfortable writting long stuff like that. Below you'll have the individual chapters. Some are already written, some not. I'll update them slowly. I hope you really like it! ♥︎
Congrats, Your Character Needs Therapy: Trauma Dumping on Your OCs
So you’ve given your character a tragic backstory. And another. And another. And now they’re carrying enough baggage to fill an airport carousel.
Question is: does it work, or did you just trauma dump all over them for vibes?
🧠 1. Does the trauma make sense?
◈ Is it believable for their background, culture, or world?
◈ Does it tie into who they are, or does it feel like a random dartboard of misfortunes?
📖 2. Is it relevant to the plot?
◈ Does it shape their goals, fears, or relationships?
◈ Does it change how the story unfolds?
◈ If not, it’s just decorative angst.
⚖️ 3. Are you balancing the weight?
◈ One or two defining wounds, written with depth, hit harder than a grab-bag of suffering.
◈ If your character has more issues than WebMD, readers stop caring.
✍️ 4. Execution > Quantity
◈ A single, well-integrated trauma is more powerful than a grocery list of tragedy.
◈ Explore it, don’t just stack it.
👉 Bottom line: Trauma isn’t seasoning—it’s character architecture. If it’s not building something in your story, it’s just noise.
Don't use adverbs. Said is dead. Always show, never tell. Avoid cliches. Never use the word 'very.' Don't use alliteration. Don't use boring descriptors. Use unique words.
For fuck's sake, what can I use? Seriously y'all, I don't know about you, but all the advice on how to write does Jack shit for me other than make it really fucking impossible to tell a story.
John punched Mike in the face. Mike staggered back and kicked him in the chest. John blocked and swung again, hitting Mike’s jaw. Mike ducked, spun, and hit John in the stomach. John groaned but returned a punch to Mike's ribs.
What’s wrong here?
Robotic “he did this, then that.” Reads like stage directions.
Zero sensory detail. Pain, sound, and environment are missing.
Everyone’s made of steel. Nobody tires, and nobody really is hurt.
Overly clean, like a video game combo list.
⚔️ Better Fight Scene (Cinematic & Real)
Mike swung wild, a haymaker built on beer and a bad temper. John ducked under it, the air of the punch brushing his hair, as he drove his shoulder forward. Bone met rib with a crack that rattled through John’s teeth.
Mike wheezed, but he was far from done. He clawed for John’s jacket, dragging him closer, until John could smell the sour whiskey on his breath. Slamming an elbow up under Mike's chin, John felt the cartilage shift, and shoved him backward into the table. The wood groaned; glasses rattled and rolled, shattering against the floor.
John’s chest burned, lungs already screaming. His hands trembled, blood slick on his knuckles. He didn’t have another round in him, not a clean one anyway. Mike groaned, using the table to support him as he got back to his feet. A grin revealed blood stained teeth that promised he wasn't giving up so easily.
Why it works?
Action grouped in beats instead of “then, then, then.” Each paragraph is one exchange.
Sensory detail: crack of ribs, sour whiskey breath, trembling hands.
Environment: table, shattering glass. The fight isn’t just fists.
a/n: hii, sorry for being inactive, i wasn't inspired enough to write something and everything I did seemed like shit-- so I had this short idea. I hope you like it. As always, english is not my first language so I'm sorry If something is wrong or doesn't makes sense at all. <3
Thinking about best friend Jay who likes way too much to make you embarrassed whenever the topic of sex comes up in a conversation because ‘’accidentally’’ he found some of your sex toys while you were in your bathroom, and he stayed in your room.
You can feel your cheeks heat up as his gaze lingered on you for a little long time. Seems like no one around you two noticed this behavior but honestly you didn’t want them to know. You didn’t need more people bringing out your little secrets.
So, how come you ended up under his body? You pants were off, and nowhere to be found. He had one hand next to your head, holding his weight. His other hand was between your bodies. Jay was holding one of your vibrators close to you, and even though the device was turned off, you could clearly feel nervousness running through your body.
‘’Can I turn this on…?’’ He asked, searching for your gaze. Or any sign of uncomfortableness. You nodded.
Before he switched on the toy, he spread your legs using his, and settled down between them. Jay pushed slowly the top of your vibrator to your clothed cunt, massaging with no rush. The feeling was nice and soon you found yourself biting your bottom lip to suppress any gasps coming from your throat.
Jay looked half curious, half lost at his own thoughts. How could you look so pretty, all on display for him? You agreed so quickly to let him try those toys on you, affirming that they felt so good if they were used correctly. But of course he didn’t believe you. How can a toy make you cum just by itself?
So here he was, turning on the toy and pressing it directly to your clit. You gasped for air, tensing your legs a little like if you were trying to close them, but Jay didn’t let you. He smirked, slowly rubbing the top of the toy along your clothes folds and back to your clit.
‘’Does it feel good, hm?’’
You nodded eagerly, him chuckling at your response.
In fact, it felt so good. Your mind was clouded by his warm body, and how his eyes were scanning you, like if he was trying to engrave all of your reactions for himself. He turned two levels up, and you let out a surprised moan.
‘’Y–You should try it too.’’
‘’Should I?’’
He wasn’t very familiar to sex toys, or how to use them but this one, specifically, seemed to be easy. Jay approached his lower body to yours, his bulge on his pants meeting the vibrating top of the toy. His free hand clenched the sheets, panting as soon as he started to feel the pleasure running through his body.
Guided by your moans, Jay started to rock his hips into the toy, sending you another way of pleasure as the toy itself reached your firmly. Even though your eyelids started to feel heavy, you couldn’t resist to keep them open and watch your bestfriend get off with you. His clenched jaw, lips pressed to not let any pant or whimper escape from him.
‘’F–Fuck this feels so good…’’ you heard him say, and nodded.
One of your hands traveled under your shirt, lifting it above your tits to free them and starting to knead them. You were so desperate for more friction and couldn’t wait to ask him. Couldn’t help; the way you clit was being stimulated with the moans of your best friend was too much to take.
He saw you, eyes dark with thick desire.
‘’Shit— You do this often?’’
The way the pleasure hitted you left you speechless but allowed you to nod at his question. And he could feel himself hardener even more to the single thought of you getting off with that exact toy: legs wide open late at night, with no panties and wet. Shit, he needed to see that. He needed to be the reason for your moans.
And well, now he was kinda the reason.
‘’I–’’ you started, catching his attention. Jay wasn’t even thinking to slow down, ‘’Sometimes I got t–to come faster while I thought about y–you…’’
Your sudden confession made him groan, and felt like that was his last straw to keep it cool.
Jay tossed the toy away, gaining a surprised look from you. He hooked the hem of your pants, along with your underwear, and pulled through your legs. The did the same with his own bottoms, freeing his hard dick from the damn jeans he had on that were hurting his boner.
Again stood betweens your legs, looking down to your wet pussy, and felt the urge to sink his mouth through it and shove his tongue down your hole but that wasn’t the plan.
At least not today’s plan.
‘’You don’t know how many times I jerked to the thought of you, y/n.’’ He slid his dick between you wet, warm folds. ‘’Wishing that was your lips around my cock and not my hand.’’
He quickened his peace, not letting you the opportunity to respond at his confession. Your room was filled with hot and wet sounds, laced with the moans you two couldn't keep to yourselves. Each thrust from Jay made his dick tip brush into your swollen clitoris and had you seeing stars.
‘’Can you go f–faster? I’m s–so close.’’
Your words were his command, and so did he. Grabbing your thigh for better stability, he used all his stamina for that last moment. His dick was glittering due to your arousal, leaving it sticky and slippery for a better access through your pussy. He looked at you, lust covering all his gaze and made eye contact with your bouncing tits.
You back arched as you felt that familiar knot tightened in your lower abdomen, and you could tell by the way Jay movements were sloppier that he was close too. A few strokes were enough for you two to reach your climax. Warm and sticky ropes of his cum layered on your stomach, some landing at your pussy as well.
His grip on your thighs started to hurt while he was emptying himself on you, but at the same time felt so good thanks to you high that you couldn’t care less.
hello anon! thanks for your request and being the first <3 i hope you like it and it fills your expectatives.
skilled ─── s.jy
pairing: friend!jake x fem!reader
wc: 1.1k
tags: oral(female reciving), friends to ???, slightly hair pulling, mention of reader daydreaming, insinuation of a second round, lmk if i missed something !!
There was one thing you knew for sure: Jake was pretty good at everything. Even if it was his first time trying, he would accomplish the task successfully. He seemed to have the luck by his side, always impressing those who surrounded him.
You were sceptical at first when he invited you to his place to show how good he can play piano. You’ve never seen him play piano or any other instrument. Even though the countless times you’ve been at his house, you didn’t see any of them. Was he trying to impress you? You above all the girls that were drooling behind him?
But he was fucking right.
He played the piano in a way your stomach could flip. It didn’t feel like he just quickly learned the basics, he sounded smooth, confident while pressing the keys. Like he has been taking lessons since always.
Of course you couldn’t keep your mind quiet, and soon found yourself wondering if Jake was skilled at bed too. You felt ashamed to think like that about your friend but you couldn’t help it, how tempting those lips looked, or how pretty his slender, veiny fingers were while doing barely anything. You thought quietly, like somehow he could read your mind, if his finger could feel good inside you.
‘’y/n, are you listening to me?’’
‘’Uhm… yeah!’’
Not at all. You were lost at the sight of his computer screen, a video game lobby showing up. You bet he was ranting about other players but your mind replayed his finger tensing on the keyboard, smashing them slightly whenever he died or his teammates made something useless.
Jake saw you peeking his hands very often.
When he sighed, leaning back on his chair you sat up on his bed, fingers playing with nervousness on your lap.
‘’I’ve been thinking… Are you that good at everything?’’
‘’Are we having this conversation again, y/n?’’ he chuckles, shaking his head.
‘’No, no! I mean everything.’’ you emphasise that last word, softly raising your eyebrows as if doing that could give a hint of what was crossing your mind.
And honestly, you couldn’t tell if he was being clueless or just messing with you. Jake was a keen person, and both of you knew that.
‘’I told you, I am.’’
‘’Like… at everything?’’
‘’Wanna find out?’’
You suddenly felt breathless. Sharp gaze of his locked on your eyes. Was he messing around? Didn’t look like it as he left his comfy position of his chair to get closer to you. Still in your spot at his bed, you looked up to meet his gaze once again, but something was different. Jake’s eyes darkened a bit as he knelt in front of you.
‘’Jake…?’’ you softly called him, tilting your head.
‘’You know… I’m not just good with my brain, or hands. Let me show you, and I’m sure you won't ask again.’’
Like if you were under some kind of spell you nodded, gaining a smirk from him. His hands flew quickly at your waistband, asking without a word with your permission. You gave it to him, and soon found himself unbuttoning your pants and sliding them through your legs, leaving them forgotten somewhere on the floor.
Jake took you by your thighs and pulled them closer to him, blushing your cheeks hot red. He helped you spread your legs, both of your ankles pinned down the mattress. Your hands held your weight, expectant for his next move.
Jake’s lips pressed softly on your inner thighs, leaving a trail of kisses before reaching your underwear. He repeated the same action on your left leg, his hands never leaving your things. Until now.
One of his fingers hooked the hem of your panties, slid it to the side, and took a look at your wet cunt. How embarrassing. You were wet just for a few kisses there and here. But in reality you knew that wetness came from before, while you daydream about his fingers minutes ago. Your chest felt heavy as you tried to control your breath, hands gripping slightly on his bed sheets. His free hand went directly to recollect some of your arousal and spread it on your folds, rubbing slowly your clit.
You held back a moan, biting your bottom lip. Jake led his coated fingers inside his mouth and hummed at your sweet taste.
‘’God, I bet it tastes better directly from your pussy.’’
Your legs felt like jelly at his words, and you found yourself throwing back your head as soon as his wet and warm tongue started to make wonders between your folds. He hummed, sending vibrations to your core that made you arch your back.
As you gripped tightly his bed sheets, Jake didn’t stop working on your wet core, rubbing with the tip of his tongue your clit, sending jolts through your whole body.
He was pretty good at it, switching between your swollen clit and your entrance, tempting to pull his tongue further. Your free hand grabbed his nape hair, his name leaving your lips as your eyes were shut.
‘’Fuck, f–feels so good Jake.’’ You could almost feel his grin appearing on his lips. He knew right. ‘’Please don’t s–stop.’’
He didn’t tho.
Jake held you close, pinning one of your legs down for a better access, even if that meant your legs were wide open. But you couldn't care less. The feeling was worth it, almost intoxicating to the point you started to rub your core against his tongue. The moment Jake sucked you sensitive bundle, immediately tugged his hair, earring a groan from him.
Even if he was suffocating, both of his tongue and nose-tip rubbing your clit, he couldn’t stop. Your squirming body, broken moans falling from your lips kept him going, digging his nails into your flesh.
‘’I’m so close, s–so close…!’’
‘’Cum in my mouth, pretty. Go on, let it go.’’
Took you a few licks to come on his mouth, tensing all your body as he kept doing his work, helping you to reach your highest point though your orgasm. Maybe you pulled his hair a bit harsh but, in fact, he liked it.
Your tired body lies on his bed, legs still shaking and you breach unable to catch. You felt his hands caressing your thighs, his cheek leaning onto your inner thigh.
‘’Are you okay…?’’
‘’Jesus… It was amazing.’’
You heard Jake chuckled.
‘’Take a moment to rest and then I want you to open your mouth for me. ‘Gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours.’’
