#♡ ⤳ belly : starters ❜

[saltedair]

first tag dump !

[yanderenightmare]

heya! do you have any more writing tips for writing on tumblr? like, any tips to get as much attention as you, kinda

Sure!

♡ Post in different lengths!

Or, more precisely, don’t only post long full-fics with multiple chapters.

I know it sounds weird, but the more effort you put into something doesn’t actually guarantee more payoff. Why would anyone read your hour-long fic if they have no previous experience with your writing that gives you credibility? In other words, how can they know spending an hour reading your writing is worth it?

More people are likely to grab a bite-sized appetizer than they are to sit down for a full five-course meal.

But! The more people like those bite-sized appetizers, the more likely they are to want to sit down for that full five-course meal, you know?

Think of those bite-sized appetizers as taste tests—kind of like commercials that bring more people in to give your actual meals a try.

Also, writing in different lengths is good for you! Only writing hour-long stuff makes you burn out quickly, which brings me to my next tip:

♡ Post often!

If you can, try posting something every day. Of course, you can’t post full hour-long fics every day, which is where writing smaller things such as drabbles, headcanons, and tiny prompts come in. Think of them as flings you have in between your long-term relationships. They’re fun little things good for your health!

But anyway, here’s a tip for when you do have those long-term relationships—as in, when you want to write full-fics or longer posts in general:

♡ Start with a hook! 

My attention should be seized by the first paragraph, if not the very first sentence I read. This is so important.

I’m a very picky reader sometimes—so if that first line doesn’t interest me, I’ll be fast to scroll to find something more enticing. And you can be sure a lot of readers are the same.

Under are some examples of my own start-liners.

Something foreboding:

There’s something very off about your roommate… something eerie that makes you keep your distance.

The plot:

Thinking about the big and burly behemoth Omega finally finding himself the cutest little Alpha to breed with…

Something catchy:

Give a brat an inch, and they'll take a mile. 

Something snappy:

You’re his favorite whore…

Dialogue:

“Feels like you’re luring me into some trap.”

A prompt:

Yanderes who keep you higher than a kite…

In medias res:

You lay on your belly on the bed.

Anyway, they don’t have to be groundbreaking—just anything that will spike interest in the reader.

♡ Write for different characters! And try writing inserts!

Inserts are when you don’t name any specific character in the story but either give options for what characters your audience can imagine or leave it completely up to them. This works best if you have a nice starter-line that tells you what kind of character this is without naming them.

Examples:

Bruiser boyfriend

Ex-military Yandere

Benevolently sexist boyfriend

Creep Step-bro

You can go further and identity the reader as well:

Big, brawny, chubby-muscled Boss and his perfectly bite-sized assistant

In other words, people like to know what they’re about to read before they start.

Otherwise and lastly:

♡ Something logistic you can have in mind is making your writing accessible. 

Say I like one of your posts, and I click your profile to check you and your other posts out, but all I see when I scroll through your blog is endless reblogs and one-off comments about this and that. My second instinct is to check out your Masterlist. If you don’t have one, my mission is fraught, and I’ll be out of there quickly. If you do have one, but it’s messy, then my patience will wane, and again, I’ll be out post-haste. 

The bottomline is to have a neat pinned post that makes it easy to navigate your blog, with all your relevant stuff easily accessible. Check out mine for reference. But the most important is for it to include your rules, how to request, and your masterlists.

Then, of course, this is obvious, but:

♡ Remember that things take time

I’ve been running @yanderenightmare since 2020. Back then, it took me half a year to get my first 1000 followers. And most of my posts would only get about 500 or so likes. And, that’s another thing—if I was doing it for the likes and follows I probably wouldn’t still be here, so make sure you enjoy what you’re writing and stuff. If you have that conviction, then the rest is just a nice bonus.

[giggly-squiggily]

SENTENCE STARTERS :D

in honor of me having finished s1 of bungou stray dogs- may i ask for "so? i'm waiting?" with ler dazai and lee tanizaki?

ofc it's totally fine if not! love you have a wonderful night ♡♡

{Puffs are officially CLOSED}

REY!!! *flails and hugs* GIRL THIS IS A TREASURE! I haven't written for Tanizaki yet- and you're watching BSD AHHH!!! I hope I could do our cyber boy justice! :)

“Tanizaki.”

Said boy looked up at his name, finding none other than Osamu Dazai watching him. There was something almost expectant in his gaze, like he was waiting for Tanizaki to do something of interest. “Yes?”

“So.”

“So?”

“I’m waiting, Tanizaki.” Dazai’s eyes danced, something unreadable in that smile. The redhead started to sweat.

“D-Dazai, I don’t know what you’re asking of me-”

“My headphones, Tanizaki.”

Oh. Oh.

“W-What headphones?” He offered, cringing at the lie. Dazai’s narrowed slightly, his smile devilish.

“Run.”

Tanizaki tried- he really did! He twisted around, seeking the door ahead. Before he could take a step, however, he was grabbed and thrown into the office’s couch. “Wait! It was Kunikida! He made me do it!”

“Stealing my headphones and then ratting out your boss? Tch, what has become of you, Tanizaki?” Dazai mock sighed as he kneeled, trapping the younger man against the couch. “Don’t tell me you’re turning to the dark side! I must stop you before you fall even further away!”

“Whahahahat are youhuhuhou eheheheven shahahaying? Ahehahahahaha, Dahahahzai!” Tanazaki squeaked the second fingers touched his waist, thumbs pressing into the sides of his stomach and fingers kneading his lower ribs. “Ihihihih’m shahahahhahrry!”

“Hm, are you? You don’t sound sorry!” Dazai increased the pressure- literally. His gentle touch grew firm, increasing Tanizaki’s giggle fits into proper laughter. “Say it with your whole chest! Are you sorry?”

“Aehehahahahhahaha! Yehehehehs, yehehehhehs I’m shahahhahahrry! Dahahahzahahhahhai-AHAHA!” The redhead all but folded when fingers dug into his belly, his hands flying to Dazai’s wrist and hanging on tight. “PLEAHHAHASE NOHHOHOHT THEHEHEHHERE!”

“Oo, you’re pretty ticklish here, huh?” Dazai cooed, leaning back and reaching for the edge of Tanizaki’s shirt with his free hand. “Alright- I believe you. Just one more thing…”

“Whahaht? NO! NO DON’T YOU DARE!” Panicked, Tanizaki’s efforts of escape doubled as Dazai began to lower himself. “ANYTHING BUT THAT-”

PFFFFFFFFT!

A shrill scream escaped his lips, his body convulsing as Dazai blew the loudest, most obnoxious sounding raspberry against his skin. Just beneath that, Dazai’s howling laughter boomed, sending the brunette off balance and onto the carpeted floor. “Oohoohoho my GOD! That was amahahahazing!”

Tanizaki didn’t have much to say- he just groaned, covering his flushed face with his sleeves. This was the last time he was taking requests from Kunikida.

[or0ch1maru]

ima need some nsfw obito x curvy fem reader head canons 💳💳💳💳💳

18+, minors, ageless blogs, and trolls DNI

note: i am very petite with limited curves so if i made any mistake in my imaging, please let me know and i will gladly fix it!

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-for starters, just know he will have a hand on you at all times. obito can't get enough of you and your figure

-sees you as a goddess and treats you as such, especially in the bedroom

-our sweet boy will worship your body; starts with a chaste kiss to your lips before moving down your neck, following every dip and curve.

-HICKEYS. your frame will be littered in red and purple marks. another thing he loves is leaving bite marks across your soft skin. his favorite place being your hips and ass. the feel of your curves under his hands and teeth is something he can never get enough of

-obito loves any position where he can see your face, but loses himself when he's got you bent over any surface, the way the plush of your ass ripples with every thrust is more than enough to make him cum.

-spanks and squeezes your ass as he's balls deep. watching as your cheeks turn pink and red from the constant contact

-was never the type to prefer tits over ass or vice versa as he loves all of you so much, but that doesn't deter him from obsessing over the way your figure looks when you're arched in doggy

-don't worry yourself if you think you may be 'too heavy' to sit on his face, he will HAPPILY suffocate under your pretty pussy and thick thighs. if you even attempt to hover, his hands will clamp down on your waist as he yanks you down onto his tongue

-his eyes will be on your face the entire time, watching your chest rise and fall as you buck against his sinful mouth, the way your hands palm at your full breasts, gently pulling and pinching at your nipples

-will squeeze and rub circles against your hips and thighs to reassure you to keep going, to use his mouth as your own personal toy

-his eyes rolling back as your adorable and puffy clit bumps against his nose, coating the entirety of his lower face in your slick.

-if you wear a dress or any type of outfit that accentuates your figure in any way, just know obito will be pulling you away to any empty bathroom for a quickie.

-pulling your dress or skirt up, pushing your panties to the side as he fucks into you. your cheek mushed against the wall as he fills you up

-when he's like this, his hands don't stay in one place, they're roaming all over you; neck, tits, belly, down your spine. he truly can't get enough of you

-will NEVER have you feeling insecure or putting yourself down about yourself. he has two methods for the times this happens

-the first being; body worship. he will kiss and give you a reason for each feature you're worrying about. will have you standing naked in front of his full body mirror as he does this. wants you to see yourself as he does

-ex: if you're insecure about your belly/pouch. he will plant kisses everywhere before telling you why he loves it. 's a pillow f' me baby, so soft and plush'

-his second way being you either flat on your back in missionary, or fucked standing up in front of said mirror. his hands caressing your plush, leaving hickey's as temporary visuals of his love as he would call it. for days after you can look at yourself in the mirror and see the lingering devotion and adoration your boyfriend/husband left on you

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[pricescigar]

Lev Kravchenko taking you out on Date HC's

Requested by: @justagenderfluidstuff

Admin note: Just a small HC on how Lev would ask you out on a date ♡ (I'm so sorry if this is short 😭)

As always no specific gender required, for everyone to enjoy 🫶🏻

Lev was nervous to ask you out on a date, he had been debating on how to ask for for a whole now.

(Truth to be told he had a crush on you ever since you started out in the KGB, ststing out his personal assistant)

He wanted this to be perfect as possible Lev didn't want anything to go wrong. After a long Friday of working, he finally asked you.

He is rather reserved– Quiet most of the time, despite his stoic and anger appreance, he was rather sweet with you. Always.

A few of the workers occasionally teased him, but they were always met with angry glares.

It was a simple but sweet gesture he did asking you out, like the gentleman he is. And gladly, you accepted it. Which mafe him happy.

He took you to the finest restaurant that Moscow offered, five-star even. He didn't care how much the bill was, along as you were happy.

You were surprised yet greatful he took you out to the magnificent place, coincidentally... The sane restaurant you always wanted to go to!

The gentleman he is he opened the door for you, pulling out the chair for you as well. You always came first.

"I remember you mentioning you always wanted to go to this restaurant, so I wanted to take you here."

You two had a powerful time, Lev assured you to order whatever you wished. As he did the same too.

You two had a wonderful time getting to know each other more personally, without work getting in the way.

Everyone was intimidated by Lev, also respecting him. But you... You was never scared of him, which always surprised him as well.

After the lavish starter and main course, you two had dessert. Although you was still worried about the price, Lev reassured you.

"Get anything you want Pcholka (little bee) Tonight is about you."

Feeling reassured the two of you got a shared dessert, which he glady shared with you.

As the night came to an end, drinks shared, belly gull of food and Lev paying the whole bill and he offered to take you home

Luckily you didn't live too far from the restaurant, gladly he walked you home. His arm wrapped around yours, as it was a snowy evening.

It was a sweet and warm gesture from him, but he wanted you to be safe. Even if you could handle yourself, he was rather protective of you.

The walk sadly came to an end as the two to you walked down to your road, still walking with you. He walked you over to your door

You cheekily kissed the side of his lip as a thank you and a good night, but he quickly pulled you in and kissed you with passion.

Clearly, the night wasn't just over yet for the two of you.

[thedevilwrappedinsilk]

•• closed starter @wantcn >> 2. kiss when its not allowed, dad & daughter ♡

there's   not   a   single   moment   in   which   he   doesn't   think   about   kissing   her.   it's   as   if   her   neediness   fuels   his   own   –   a   vicious   cycle.   as   soon   as   his   daughter   left   the   breakfast   table,   he   felt restless,   sipping   on   his   morning   tea   while   his   wife   talked   about   some   movie   she   wanted   to   watch   with   him.   clearing   his   throat,   he   excused   himself   as   well,   following   lily   into   the   bathroom.   and   there   she   was   –   washing   her   hands,   wearing   the   tight   dress   he   loved   on   her   so   much,   the   one   that   showed   off   her   protruding   pregnant   belly.   his   wife   already   started   to   frown   upon   how   often   he   touched   their   daughter's   bump,   stating   that   he   shouldn't   encourage   her   to   be   a   slut   that   falls   pregnant without   even   knowing   the   father. 

a   low   grunt   involuntarily   escaped   his   lips   as   he   grabbed   her   chin   and   forced   his   tongue   into   her   mouth,   while   his   thumb   graced   her   jaw.   "   lift   your   dress   for   daddy,   angel.   "

[forbaesmoved]

@con2ad  sent  :          “  want to help me make my ex jealous?  ”

                   it's a bad idea. even worse than that; it's a terrible idea and caroline knows it as much. and yet, as she stares back at conrad, seeing the sadness in his eyes that he so desperately tries to conceal, she just knows she'll say yes.           ❝     conrad ...     ❞            a sigh, a plea. slender fingers run through golden waves, pushing her grown out bangs away from her face.           ❝     are you sure you wanna do that? you can be the bigger person.     ❞            blue eyes flicker to the other side of the room, where she easily spots jeremiah with a smiling belly tucked into his side. they look cute together; that much she has to admit. but it pains her to know conrad is suffering right now.           ❝     okay, fine — i'll do it.     ❞            she relents at last, chugging the last of her beer before setting the empty bottle down on the counter.           ❝     but i get to say i told you so when this blows up in your face, got it?     ❞ 

fake dating sentence starters ♡ accepting.

[pathomannia]

@dethqveen ♡'d for a starter

"You have a lot of nightmares, don't you?" She could smell it on them, she couldn't help but blurt those words out. The lamb's belly rumbled as she stared up at them. "I can eat them if you want me to."

[devouredher]

♡ closed starter for @dimplcdcheeks / starter inspo​.​​

she has been in captivity for almost two weeks, and rowan was relentless in his goal to breed her tight little cunt. wanted to see her swell up with his child in her belly. every night he left her to go back to his family. play house with his wife who couldn’t fulfill his needs. he hated leaving her. but knowing she was in this position, forced to wait for him. with his cum deep in her guts, and both of her holes plugged so it wouldn’t leak out of her. this weekend, his wife was away to visit her parents. he made the excuse of needing to stay for work when really he wanted to be with bambi. he kept her waiting for him. exposed. with her legs pushed up on either sides of her head. ankles and wrists restrained together, locked in a steel spreader bar to keep her in the position he wanted without any ways of escaping his sadistic hold. “guess what, baby?” he crouched down by her ass and pussy that was raised up in the air. his hands resting on her cheeks as he admired how full she must feel because even though she was plugged up, he could see still his cum pooling around the large toys nestled inside her ass. “daddy will be able to stay with you all weekend long. wouldn’t you like that?”

[saltedair]

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[astarab1aze]

❛ was it good for you too? it's never been like that before. you've never been like this before. ❜ Vitya for Kae

smutty starters

"V-Vicchan--" he groaned, panting as Viktor loomed over him, sitting upright to get a better look at Kaede. But even the slightest movement was torture, hands still greedily kneeding into the smooth meat of his hips, body pulsing with waves of lingering intensity. A gentle friction even now, accidental in nature but no less overstimulating, so much of him trembling, shaking, too close to unraveling all over again - made ten times worse by the slip of Viktor's tie tightly wound around his wrists, anchoring him to the headboard. "Vicchan, I can't- I can't have a serious conversa- haa! -tion with you like this. S'too much, please, just--"

Still so deep! Gently rubbing against his inner-most sensitive spot, giving cause for toes to curl and hips to jerk uncontrollably - almost as if he were doing it to himself. Why was it always so overwhelming with Viktor? Still so new, so mindbogglingly explosive and passionate and intimate in more ways than he could've ever expected, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes the longer he thought about it, the more vulnerable he felt - like an open wound on a bed of silk. He couldn't stand it, but he wanted more; He wanted to melt away beneath Viktor's strangely warm, sweet, encouraging gaze...as if it were the only thing keeping him together.

But his constant - decidedly - purposeful push against Kaede's prostate was beginning to make it too difficult to even function. Much as he'd have liked to teeter on the precipice, edged for an eternity until at last Viktor gave him the blessing of release, he felt too raw. Too close, too close, listening to Russian tones heave breathlessly and hotly, twin cornflowers cracking open to meet icy blue and drowning in them. Another gasp, another quivering rasp, but Viktor'd showed no signs of pulling out - he knew exactly what he was doing.

And Kaede, well, he couldn't keep himself from squirming, whimpering between labored breaths, spine arching almost painfully to alleviate even a little pressure. Viktor wondered why it was so different for him this time, why he screamed and sang his name, thrashed his body and tried to get away, why he shuddered and shook and cried despite knowing full well it wasn't because he was sad, or frightened, or pained, but falling with each passing meeting. Slowly, all at once, digging half-moons into his palms in his desperation to stabilize, breathe, focus- But his head fell back into the pillows, midnight violet framing his quivering body, focused wholly on the bulge of his belly, of Viktor inside him, his questions and curiosities, how hot, how adoring, how tenderly possessive his hands were--

Too much, too much, too much--! ♡

"P-please, V-Vicchan... I-I can't. I can't. It's too-too much, I can't breathe. C-can't focus on any-anything--" His voice became shrill as Viktor's fingers found their footing, looping around his sensitive shaft and stroking tenderly, gently, mercifully, but it felt so- so-- He couldn't stop himself from weeping. "S-stop, hnngh-- V-Vitya, please, st-stop--" But was that what he was really asking? "You keep- keep hitting that spot ♡ Viiiicchan~!"

[pohlepen]

she’s never been to the fair.   no, that’s wrong, she’s never been to the fair sober.   not that she's completely off of everything presently, but the weed and tequila shots in her system are hardly something that will steal this night from her.   faint memories exist somewhere in the recedes of her mind of being up somewhere high and bright, somewhere her knees were pressed to the cool metal of a ferris wheel booth seat and there was a tight arm around her waist to keep from tipping over the side of the wobbly cart.   and laughter, her own and those of her friends and how down, deep in the trenches of pushing through carnival booth rows, everything always seemed so funny.   everybody always seemed like they were laughing. and everybody always seemed happy.   the kids on their dad's shoulders, squeaking with excitement.   the kids holding hands with benevolent looking mother's and carrying plumes of cotton candy as big as their heads.   the promise of a belly ache on tomorrow's horizon, but a smile on their faces tonight.   they were so happy because that's how families are supposed to be, and how could you not be happy in a place like that?   frankie always was, even if she didn't have the matching pieces of a familial puzzle.   those nights were a rush, a kiss with something sharp.   a brush with the hinted flavors of delusion, staring at the stars in the middle of her neighbors cornfield and trying to invoke a sense of home.   trying to conjure some sense of belonging to a place that was not meant for you.   but this, here with huck, maybe this can be a place meant for her.

❝  so,  ❞   her hands sandwich one of his and tug him hurriedly toward a row of first person shooter games, where she grins impishly.   there's not an ounce of somber quiet on her face, amusement beaming from the neon lights reflected in her eyes to the red-lip split of her mouth.   ❝  prickles needs a friend, someone to keep him company when you're not there.   and i'm not there, and it's too quiet to survive.   maybe a goldfish or something?  ❞   that's what was offered at the cheap county fairs she sneaked into as a stupid teenager.   hot-blooded, with $20 in her pocket, compiled of 5's and 1's and quarters from 1973 and stuffed haphazardly into her bra.   ❝  or,  ❞   a new idea, she slides a hand from his to point at an elaborate display of stuffed animals a few booths down.   ❝  one of those things.   if i win you one of those, you have to promise to keep it somewhere everybody can see it at your place.  ❞   they're cartoonish, oversized and goofy.   pink bears and neon zebras and something that looks half alligator and half like the state of texas itself, they're all hideous.   all the more reason for her to contribute something to huck's decor.   ❝  whaddya say?  ❞

semi-plotted starter for @e1igius ♡

[wndrbcy]

closed starter for @hypesboy | based

♡ He's moving with the near certainty that he's pissed the other off. That delicious smirk on his features makes it all too obvious. Something about their situation tickled him. Tray didn't have to allude all that much the night before, it was obvious by the way he and his roommate moved around one another. They had a history that preluded their current boyfriend. Morning now, and still he's got this deep set satisfaction in the root of his belly. "Mandem left pretty early last night, you sure he's the one?"

[magiclcss]

( ♡ closed starter for @xtwistedmagic​ ♡ )

    “Huh-- what’s going on?” did she listen to anything that Deuce was talking about? Well... no, she zoned out while rubbing Grim’s belly. “Can you repeat that? I wasn’t paying attention.”

[noahsresources]

AFFECTIONATE / PLAYFUL  ACTIONS  STARTERS !

add a ↻ for the reverse. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed ♡

❤️ — sender puts blanket over receiver’s shoulders 🫂 — sender tenderly hugs receiver 🤗 — sender tackle-hugs receiver 👆 — sender pokes receiver (specify where) 👐 — sender tickles receiver mercilessly (+ bonus points for specific place) 🧥 — sender steals an article of the receiver’s clothing (specify) 💙 — sender steals a blanket from receiver 🦵 — sender puts their feet on receiver’s lap 😊 — sender cuddles against receiver 🌯 — sender wraps receiver in a blanket burrito ✋ — sender puts their cold fingers/toes under receiver’s shirt 😆 — sender sits on receiver’s stomach 💕 — sender hugs receiver from behind 💓 — sender lays their head on receiver’s lap 💥 — sender pins receiver to the ground 💋 — sender kisses receiver all over their face 😘 — sender kisses receiver on a part of their body (specify where) 😚 — sender blows a raspberry on receiver’s belly 🤭 — sender uses a pick-up line on receiver (specify one - here are a couple resources!) 🙏 — our muses lace fingers together

[malboraslihan]

@wearyhands​​  ♡  for a starter 

hands lay on her belly for a moment, breathing finally settling in but she doesn't feel drowsy at all — if anything, the alcohol dancing in her veins is making her mind run for miles. "i might not remember, and regret, saying this but" a pause, but it's too late for any good judgment to try and stop the words that come next. "i really wanted you to kiss me tonight."