#New author

[choshashio]

List of describing exercises to help you improve your descriptions.

As I try to improve my technical writing skills, I've noticed my describing skills are pretty lacking. So, here is a list of description exercises.

Setting Description

Pick a setting and describe it in a way that evokes a positive emotion, then describe the same setting negatively.

Pick a setting and try to describe it by using all of your senses.

Find a setting you've written before and write 500 words of pure description on it.

Describe a tree from the point of view of a character that's feeling a strong emotion, whether they're depressed, frustrated, or excited.

Character Description

Pick one of your characters and write a 500 word description of them.

Write a 500 word description on how your character feels about different people.

Pick 3 different characters and write 200 word descriptions for each of their voices.

Write a 500 word description about how your character looks at different people.

[solarjosei]

GUYS LOOK GUYS LOOK GUYS LOOOOOOK

I WROTE A THING!!!!!!! BASED ON THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GUT WRENCHING COMIC BY @amazingeurus

And I had a LOT of help from my bby girl @evilrubberduck9 so THANK HER TOO

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! I’m so sorry for Zoro’s absolutely horrible backstory, IT WAS THE WORMS!!!!

I had sooooo much fun writing this, leave a comment and I just might keep on going with the story 👀 as much fun as it was to make him suffer, I could absolutely get behind a happy ending!!!!! EeeeeeeEEEEEEE

[bonnibelleangelica]

3 Exercises To Improve Your Writing/Manuscript

1) Sentence Patterning 🎨

Print off a random page of your work and use different coloured highlighters on each sentence depending on how long they are. You might notice you’ve been stuck in a rhythm without realising it. A rainbow is what you want to see!

2) Stickynoting! 📝

Write out each scene (or topic change) on a stickynote thats colour indicates how plotheavy it is. A few fluffy, relaxed scenes are fine, but you don’t want half the book to be pointless. Likewise, you also don't want every scene to be insanely over the top.

3) Pindropping 📌

Draw a line, mark out the major events of your story, then drop in every revelation, character introduction, first mention, shift and development. See how dense certain areas might be vs others. Do you throw everything at the reader in the first chapter? Or do you hold back too much and leave your audience clueless.

Here are some examples I did for my book!

Click “My Writing Tips” in the tags for more!

Click here to check out my book! @statusquoofficial

[gabriellessworldd]

Never get yo bitch back!

plug!connie x black fem reader 😛😛

wc- 1.7k!

☆ warnings ☆: mdni! mentions of weed nd alcohol, smut 18+, cheating (established relationship w eren), public-ish sex (bathroom unlocked door), pnv, oral (f receive), Connie and reader have wanted each other for a min, first time writing ever don't drag me y'all pls!! 😓 I kinda want to make this have multiple parts but idk yet. I'm very open to criticism nd I hope y'all enjoy!

"Y/nnnnn, cmon you can come outside for one night!" Your best friend Sasha whined through the screen. As much as you protested, deep down you really did want to go out. Especially because Eren wasn't at home, you really wanted to talk to him since y'all haven't been doing so well recently. Petty arguments, sleepless nights, ig posts, and to top it all off he hasn't been to your house in weeks, not giving y'all anytime to have a conversation.

You check the time and see it's 6:00pm that means you got at least 2-3 hours before you would have to leave. "Girl you right, send me the lo. What you wearin?" Sasha set her phone up to show you the outfit she picked out, "Girl that's cute asf!! Ima match you." Sasha helped you pick out an outfit (1 or 2) that resembled hers. "Okay Sash ima finish my hair nd makeup, lmk when yall otw there." "Bye N/n, i gotchu." Sasha hung up and you continued finishing your hair and makeup.

Once you were in your car you looked at the location, realizing that it was at Jean's house, meaning Connie would be there. There was something so attractive about Connie that you didn't know how to explain, he was just, mesmerizing. You knew you would never be able to approach him tho, him nd Eren had been friends forever, and that was a boundary you wouldn't cross. Nothing being crossfaded couldn't fix..

You pull in front of Jean's house and it's packed, you can hear the music from the street. You text Sasha that you pulled up and fix yourself in the car mirror. "We're waiting for you at the front N/n." You read Sasha's text and get out of your car. When you open the door Mikasa, Annie, Sasha, and some other girls greet you. You scan the crowd feeling a familiar stare, you turn to your right and see a crossfaded Connie Springer and his homeboys sitting on some sofas in the corner. Connie feels you stare back and smirks. 'This finna be interesting.' You think to yourself.

You make your way to the kitchen to take a couple shots, Sasha gets a blunt from Ony, and y'all head upstairs to light up. When the sesh is over you feel amazing, the music is blasting, you're having a great night, and you're a 10, what could be better? You and the girls head downstairs to go dance and enjoy your night. You and Sasha throw ass like there's no tomorrow and Mikasa is right there to catch it. You laugh and stand up straight when you feel the stare of those familiar hazel eyes. "Ima go grab another drink" you tell Sasha and she drukenly nods.

You walk up to the counter where all of the drinks are, "hey connie" you look at him, and smile. He leans in closer to you "wassup mami, you look good. shit, you smell good too." he smiles at you with all of his pearly white teeth and you notice his silver grillz.(#1, #2, #3) God he's so fine. The way his red eyes are hanging low, the smell of his cologne, and his pretty ass accent, triple homicide.

"Where yo man at tho? Thought he was gon come tonight." Connie's confused as to why Eren isn't at this party trailing you like a lost puppy, unless, y'all wasn't on speaking terms right now. He grinned at the thought "Oh um Ion really-" You stuttered out wondering why he would ruin a good conversation. "Nah you ain gotta answer mami, follow me." He held his hand out with a 'hm' and you quickly took it, needing to feel his touch. He lead you upstairs to the first bathroom he saw, he opened the door, "Tu vas primero hermosa" you go first beautiful. You smiled at the sentence and walked in front of him. His eyes naturally trailed down to the best view there was 'Damn.' was all he thought as he watched you walk and felt himself get harder in his sweats.

"So wassup?" You questioned him, almost like a challenge. You leaned your back against the counter and looked into his eyes. "To be honest ion wanna play no games ma, you know what I want." He leaned towards you, muscular and veiny arms on both sides of you, caging you in.

You could feel the tension grow as both of you realized just how badly you needed the other. "Can I?" Connie asks to kiss you 'and he's respectful omg add that to the list' you think, "Yes, you can." As soon as those three words came out of your mouth, Connie grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you to him, his other hand quickly found your ass and squeezed, while your hands slid their way into his scruffy buzzcut. The kiss was passionate but it also had a hint of hunger, longing almost, like both of you waited your whole lives for this. Both of your tongues fighting for dominance, and both of you wanted, no, craved more from each other. Connie's large hand found it's way to your throat and he squeezed softly earning a light moan from you, Connie pulled away, a string of saliva connecting you two.

"Ay dios mio mami" oh my god Connie whispered. Connie littered bites and hickeys down your neck and exposed cleavage, not caring who would see. He tapped on your thigh, a signal for you to stand so he could remove your pants. He then picked you up and set you back down on the counter, he kissed the insides of your thighs and left a trail of bites. He looked up at you for confirmation, and you nodded your head, he pulled your panties to the side. Connie was in a trance, the way your folds were so puffy, the way they were covered in wetness, connie almost came in his pants at the sight. "Fuck." was all he said before he began kissing and sucking on your lips. He spread them open with his middle and index finger, and could've sworn he saw heaven.

He plunged his fingers inside your wet hole, sucking on your clit while he pumped his fingers in you nice and slow. "Fuck con" you let out a soft moan, it was like music to his ears. He worked his fingers a little faster and curled them up grazing over your spot. "o-oh fuck connie mmhm, right there" He came up, bottom half of his face covered in your sweet juices "You taste so sweet, princesa" and with that he went back down and devoured you like you were his last meal. "a-ah mm con. That feels soo good" you whispered, feather light moans. You could feel the knot in your stomach tightening as he pushed his tongue in and out of your hole. "Cmon mami let me hear you." he felt you squeeze his tongue and pull his hair, that was enough to let him know. He pushed his fingers back in and started pumping at an insane speed.

"Go ahead ma, let me taste all of you" Your thighs tightened around his head as you felt your high coming. "ah connie 'm gonna cum, fuck!" you moaned out louder than before, he curled his fingers again, making you throw your head back and squeeze your eyes closed. "Joder, eres tan deliciosa." damn, you're so delicious.

Connie stood up and your hands immediately found the band of his sweats and boxers, in one tug you pulled them both down. "Eager much huh mami? Well I expect you to take it all then." Your eyes widened at the statement but your thoughts were cut short when you heard him speak again. "Turn around for me mami, and don't take your eyes off the mirror." The dominance in his voice made you even wetter. You turned around towards the mirror and he slid off your panties.

He smeared his tip on your folds, collecting your wetness. Without warning he pushed his full length in, starting off with slow strokes. "Fuck mami, you're squeezing me so tight" You arched your back a little more and relaxed. He starts moving quicker and palms the fat of your ass.

Connie props one of your legs on the counter and smacks your ass. "f-fuck connie oh!" hearing you get louder, not caring if anyone could hear you, only riled him up more. He snaked his hand around your throat pulling your head up more so you could see what a mess he made of you. Your lip liner gone, mascara smeared on your damp bottom eyelashes, and a fucked out expression. Connie thought you looked perfect.

"Y-yes mami, take all t-this dick" you hear him stutter his calm demeanor fading away as he fucks into you at an unruly pace. "Ah! Con so good. i-it's so big" He smacks your ass again and continues fucking you.

He pulls out and you pout feeling empty "Calmate princesa." calm down princess He chuckles and flips you on your back then he pulls your hips closer to him. He pushes back into you, not wasting any time. Connie pushes your legs back a little more "Keep 'em right there ma." You hold the back of your knees with your hands, feeling connie's tip hit all the right places, Connie places a heavy hand on your lower stomach and he presses down. "a-ah con please! it feels soo good." You and Connie both feel yourselves about to cum.

"Con 'm about to cum! ah please Connie!" You can feel your thighs starting to shake, "g-go ahead mami, fuck you're so perfect. m-make a mess all over me." Connie rubs on your sensitive bud and keeps fucking you deep. You can feel a wave of pleasure wash over you and your vision turns white. "Ah! Connie fuck 'm cumming!" You yell, "f-fuck me too ma." You notice his voice falter and crack at the end, he sounds so angelic. He pulls out and hot, white, ropes coat your tummy.

Connie begins wiping off your stomach and he leans in to kiss you, but he sees something in the corner of his eye, almost like a, figure. "Shit" Connie says blankly, putting his pants back on. You scramble to put your clothes back on and turn to see Eren standing there looking pissed.

"what.. what the fuck is wrong with y'all?"

Whew chileeeee. y'all did I at least nibble or what 👀 but lmk if I should make this multiple parts, also give me title ideas!! lmk if y'all want to be tagged in the next parts! love u all nd I hope y'all had as much fun reading as I had writing this! (watch nb read ts #embarrasing 😰)

- with lots of love, gabrielle <3

[hatterpillar-author]

"i am a writer" i whisper as i use the word 'abhorrent' in a petty text to describe my dismay at seeing a speck of dirt on the carpet

[leeyring]

Write your story as if it’s the reader’s second time. Assume they know all the backstory and exposition, and just tell it. Act as if they already understand without you holding their hand

I don’t know how it works, but it does. Best advice I’ve ever been given

[thewordsarestuckinmyhead]

writing a novel is adding a bit of light humour to a conversation, reading it back and realising you've just set up some unconscious foreshadowing that is going to go off in seven chapters

[eclipse-msoul]

Belong to me in oblivion

Reader X Romantic Yandere Batfamily

chapter 1 :

It was a dark night when the infamous Millionaire Wanye family left the movie theater. Gotham in its ever so glory was as dark and majestic as ever , they opted for the less crowded road and took a shortcut. A shortcut that would claim their lives.

Jr. Thomas Wanye along with his brother Bruce Wanye watched in horror as their parents were mercilessly murdered in front of their eyes. The robber ran away before the police arrived leaving the injured elder and younger brother in their misery. 

“ Br-Brother..They-” Bruce sobbed as he was held in his elder brother’s arms. “ B..Bruce.” the elder chocks, trying to hide the gruesome scene in front.

They are taken to the hospital , their parents having perished before even the ambulance arrived. The nurses and doctor surrounded the now orphaned brothers , tending to their wounds.

Thomas Wanye stares dull at his bloody wounds , the blood falling drop by drop from his injured arm. The arm he injured while shielding his brother.

' it's over...' he thinks 'They're all alone in this world.'

He looked up to see his now quiet younger brother staring at him. They sit right next to each other outside the room , where their now dead parents reside.Bruce stopped crying the moment the help arrived. Help that arrived far too late to be of any use.

The two make eye contact , their eyes dull and void before they hear your familiar voice. “ Bruce !" You scream , " Thomas !” they see you rushing to their side along with Alfred and your parents.

Your tears swell beneath your beautiful black eyes , threatening to fall and they do , as you embrace both for them in a hug. “ I'm here-” you sobb , hugging them tighter , “ Don't cry." you say. But they're not the one crying, it's you , isn't it ? 

“ You…" Thomas finally grunts , "Why are you here ?” His voice breaks as he tries to push you away.You pull out the hug , your huge black eyes stare right into his. 

“ I was worried…" you stutter , " I'm sorry- what happened to them-to you!” the Wanye brothers pause. Their heart hurts seeing  you cry. It feels as if something is stabbing them.

" D-don't cry (Name)..." Bruce swallows, " I'm strong.." Thomas notes how his baby brother hugs you back , something he rarely did.But the current situation makes all the sense he needs. " Don't lie to me !" You place a hand on Bruce's back. " It's okay to cry...no need to strong Bruce !" You say , then look at the elder brother , " Thomas... Cry it out !!" And they do , crying but not too much , because they know. You've cried for them all , those pink cheeks tell them more than they need.

" I'm going to be here for you both !" You say.

" Hmm." His lips quill up , your warmth giving them all the shelter they need.

Alfred gives a comforting glance to the two boys , along with a pat to both their shoulders. Your parents watch as you three slowly fall into a deep slumber.

As their consciousness fades in this gruesome night, they can't help but think. Thinking that maybe this city hasn't completely failed them. They've got you , so they'll be just fine. as long as they hold onto you

…

Time passes and relationships change. You grow and develop as do they. By the time your sixteen, your body has matured and you don't look half to bad if you say so yourself-

“ BRUCE WANYE WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING ?!” You hiss ,looking at your friend Bruce as he pulls back.

He grins , “ Doing what ?” He asks innocently. You glare at him , “ you– know exactly what I'm talking about!” No-way , he licked your ear and didn't notice anything. He's too smart for that.

He blinks before giving a mischievous grin , “ I've got no idea~”

“ Bruce , you--" your words remain still in your throat when you hear a cough.

“ Master Bruce , your brother awaits.” Alfred's sudden appearance really makes you almost jump. Of course Mr.Bruce Wanye here doesn't even flinch. He gets up from the bed and walks up to you.

You sweat , that little Gremlin smile isn't going to fool anyone. Alfred gives an unamused stare as Bruce easily picks you like a stack of potatoes to drag you out with him." Let's get going." The boy snickers.

“ Bruce-Hey I can walk on my own-” your complaint are background noises. , as he laughs outright ignoring you , carrying you out. 

Thomas Wanye observes as you both walk out. Note you being carried out with you screaming and telling him to let you down. Bruce gently places you down in front of his brother. ( Gentle as in hard)

You give Thomas a nervous smile ,”...Hey.” which he responds to kindly. “ Having fun, little bird ?” He asks with a chuckle. You glare and point at Bruce , “Tell him to stop carrying me.” He glanced at his brother looking at you lovingly.

He ruffles your hair , giving his brother a stern warning. “ Don't bully her too much now.” He says , " She's fun to tease Thomas." Bruce argues back , " besides you should've seen how hard she can punch-"

" Bruce !" You interrupt , trying to save your reputation. Thomas gives him brother a little flinch with his finger. " Ow-ch !" Bruce whines , " you deserve it ,"  you give a smug smile, knowing you can count on Thomas to get revenge for you.

“ We're not going to be seeing her for a while. You wouldn't want to taint her memory with this now?” 

“ Exactly-” you add , “ I've been telling him that !”

He raises his hands up , “ Fine fine , I won't do that- No need to gang up on me.” You give an unamused look. The two for you stare into each other's eyes before Alfred claps and voices ,“ Master Bruce , Master Thomas it's getting late , you guys should get going.” 

Thomas looks at his watch as he checks , “ You're right Alfred," he says , "It is getting quite late.” He Bends down to your height to give you a little kiss on the cheeks. " I'll see you soon ,(name.)" his dashy smile makes your heart beat.

"WhAt-" Bruce pulls you back , his hand gripping tightly on your waist as he kisses your neck.

You stare in red as they both take a seat in the car bidding you well , “ Take care ( Name )” . Your skin in the deep shade of red looks quite enticing as they look at you one final time. 

When the car is out of sight , the loneliness catches up to you. They're been the only thing that's constant in your shallow life. You lightly sniffle as the warmth of their touch fades.

Alfred thinks its time to console you.

He gently pats on your back , passing you a handkerchief to wipe your tears.“ What do you say to some lunch before you head back to your house , Miss ( Name) ?” He asks.

You think before slowly nodding.“...I’d like that.”

“ Follow along then." He guides you in for some refreshments and you gladly follow. 

“ You think shes crying ?” Bruce says as he stares bored at the passing scenes. “ She definitely is.” Thomas says without missing a beat.

“Makes me sad about leaving her..” He groans.

“ True , but it's for her safety…” Thomas grip on the glass tightens , We'll get stronger so nothing happens again." I miss her already." Thomas agrees on that sentiment , she's someone worth missing,“ Hmm.”

" Say Thomas."

“ Is the camera in her room installed?” Bruce asks. Thomas smirks, taking a sip of the red wine ,  his younger brother sure loves to underestimates him, “ Who do you think I am ?” Bruce takes a sigh of relief.

At least Bruce can see you , even if it's from behind the scenes. Even if your unaware at the camera that stalks your bedroom and....your Bathroom. 

It's for your safety Afterall...

It’s my first time posting here. So please be kind ! Also constructive feedback is most welcome but no hate ! Also I’ve no idea how tumblr works so currently learning it. Comments would really give me motivation. So drop some if you can. (〃＾▽＾〃)o( thanks for reading 💟 )

[knizuu]

✨Happy One-Year Anniversary for my Dog Man Luxury AU!!

For the occasion, I decided it was best to just upload my rewrite today! All of the love I’ve gotten here at tumblr made the whole year worth it <333

With all that said and done, happy birthday to the silly tumblr post<33

BTW I have only uploaded the Preface as of now, but I am working on the Prologue rn!!

[asheyxash]

ever heard of taking a break?

pairing: producer jihoon x reader troupe: already lovers genre(s): est. relationship, slight angst if you really really squint, fluff warning(s): like one f word in the whole thing word count: ~1.6k summary: taking care of a sick jihoon who refuses to blatantly admit he's caught a nasty cold when he's dying and struggling to breathe is not going to be easy, but you'll do anything for him, even if it means getting sick.

wanted to write this because i think jihoon is the type of person who would insist he's fine when he's not and also i MIGHT be getting sick so yeah, just a quick one that took me only 25 minutes HAHA :D

work all mine, no reposting without creds, no stealing of published work, copyrighted:D

pt 1 of jihoon short series, read pt 2, "love is the best medicine" here!

you panicked as you came from the nearby pharmacy, holding a bag full of healthy food and medicine, ready to play nurse to your sick boyfriend, only to be greeted by an empty house. jihoon had obviously gone to his studio even after claiming he would be at home lying in bed, resting. you sighed, knowing he was stubborn like that. like, if it was you, not that you wanted to be sick or anything, but if you just so happened to be down with something, you'd jump at the perfect opportunity to skip out on work, and here you had your boyfriend insisting he could go to work, yeah sure he could, with a massive headache and a 39 degree fever from this morning before you left to buy stuff, you wondered just how much progress he had made. grabbing your things, you rushed out to the hybe building, one hand full of bags for him and the other with your phone.

knocking on the door to universe factory, none other than his studio, you heard the faint sound of someone sniffling. "ji?" you whispered softly, as you heard the sound of the door click before it opened. "oh, babe, hi. what are you doing here?" his raspy voice gave everything away as you smirked, "i should be asking you that question. go home, you're obviously sick." he rolled his eyes and wiped his nose on his sleeve, "i'm fine." his congested voice did not sound, "fine" but you followed him in anyway, shutting the door gently behind you. "hoon, have you listened to yourself? you sound like a dying cockroach." you crossed your arms as he shrugged, "an interesting way to put it , but it's just a little cold. i'll be fine." "whatever, at least eat your medicine and maybe i don't know, rest or something? ever heard of taking a break?" you shoved the bag of medicine into his arms as he hesitantly took it from you. you sighed, rubbing your temples, "baby, i know you don't want to, but it's for your own good." his voice sounded terrible as he went into a sudden coughing fit, making you grimace in sympathy from just how horrible they sounded. this time, you knew it was a bad cold and there was no way you were letting him off. "lee jihoon." uh oh, the full name was out as he glanced up at you, looking sheepish. "eat and i expect you to rest. you need a break." you glared at him, your voice firm and stern as he gulped, pinching forward with a sneeze, making you narrow your eyes as if to prove your point. seeing how he wasn't budging, you smacked his thigh, "hoon, i'm serious. i'm here to take care of you, okay?" your voice softens, "you're not feeling well, i can tell. you really need to rest so why don't you take your medicine and we can go home?" jihoon groaned, "y/n, you know i love you, but i have so much to do, at least let me finish". he paused, his breath hitching as you handed him a tissue. he sniffled after blowing his nose, clearing his throat. "sorry, i said, at least let me finish writing the verses for this new song. please?"

how could you say no to him? you caved in, your tone steady, "fine, but eat your medicine first, you have a max of thirty minutes, and then we're out of here, do you hear me?"

"loud and clear." jihoon's words were so soft as you took out the medicine and spoon fed him. his whines and protests didn't stop you as you watched him like a hawk, making sure he wasn't overworking himself under your watchful eye. your gaze was fixed on the clock and him, as he worked, the endless typing on the keyboard representing every second that ticked by. you were almost certain he had struck up a higher fever, as you saw him delete and rewrite yet another sentence. okay, that was it. his fever was too high, he was probably delirious, and there was no way he was getting anything done.

you stood up, walking forward to his computer and before he could say anything, you used your hands to block his screen. "hey babe, i'm nearly done..." jihoon stopped himself with the urge to sneeze again as you pat him back softly. he sniffled, looking at you as you snapped, your words harsher than intended, "hoon, i swear, save everything. we are going home right now." you immediately regretted your sharp tongue as you pecked him on the cheek, pulling him close to you, "sorry for raising my voice, i didn't mean to get mad. i'm just frustrated you are pushing yourself when your face is plae white and you look like you might collapse of air any second so for the sake of you and me, let's go home now, okay?" to your surprise, jihoon immediately pushed you away gently as he took off his headset,. "okay, okay, but maybe not plant your lips on me when i'm sick? i don't want you to get whatever i'm battling right no....now", he sneezed in the middle of his words, for like the thirtieth time of the day as you clung onto him even more. "i don't care if i get sick, you're my priority, and besides, my immune system is strong as shit." you then flexed your muscles, kissing him on the lips, catching him by surprise.

"babe!" he lets his lips off yours as you giggle, practically dragging his ass out the door. you hung onto his arm as the both of you walked to your car, him practically wheezing and coughing the whole way. in the car, you put your hand on his forehead and immediately retracted it, "gee ji, i bet you can cook a whole ass egg on that forehead! you're burning up!" he shot you an incredulous look as you playfully flicked his forehead, mocking his words in his voice, "i'm fine"!" he huffed and gave you a pout, but when he groaned probably from his fever, your smile dropped at the sight of just how bad a cold had hit him. usually your boyfriend could get through being sick within two days, drinking loads of water and like one pill, but this time round, he was definitely suffering. as the two of you reached back to your house, you ordered him to go to the bed and lie down, and that tone in your voice made jihoon know you weren't joking. reluctantly, he trudged his way up the stairs, you were following behind him. at the last step, he stumbled slightly and alarmed, your fast reaction managed to hold him tight by the waist. "jihoon, bed, now." you pointed at the bed who looked welcoming, as jihoon's face grew red.

"i'll be up there with you shortly, let me just cook you some chicken soup first. go sleep if you can okay? get as much rest because i don't think you're fine." you then shooed him off, planting a quick kiss on his lips making him blush before skipping down to the kitchen to whip up something for your sick boyfriend. usually jihoon would complain, talk back, but this time he just listened, too tired to even speak as his body dived onto the bed under the covers. his body gave in, and when you came back up with the food, medicine, and a glass of water all prepared for him, you smiled to yourself at the sight of your boyfriend sprawled on the bed, hugging your favourite rabbit pillow like it was you. he was mumbling something in his sleep, which made you frown. as you stepped nearer him, you could hear him repeatedly muttering things like, "how did i manage to pull the world's most perfect girl? how is y/n so caring? how did the universe land me with such an amazing girlfriend? i love y/n so, so much. she can control me all day." his words melted your heart, your smile growing wider than ever before as you set the items down on the nightstand. you took a towel and wet it with cold water, before placing it down on jihoon's forehead, hoping it would lower his fever as you snuggled in beside him.

your arms were wrapped around his as you softly planted a rain of kisses on his face, before whispering, "i love you jihoon, a lot." somehow, it was as if your voice was a key to wake him up as he blinked his eyes open slowly, before looking left and right, as if in disbelief you were cuddled in right next to him. slowly, realisation hit that you were there, ruffling and playing with his hair as his weak voice made you notice he was awake, "y/n...i love you too, so much. thank you for taking care of me." you winked at him, leaning in for a kiss as he looked skeptical, "okay, but don't blame me if you get sick."

"nonsense hoon, i never get sick, i told you my immune system is strong as fuck." you waved him off, kissing him anyway, your hands wrapped around his face as you continued, "you know, i've never seen anyone who wants to work when they can call a sick day."

"maybe because i'm actually fine." he replied cheekily, although you knew he secretly adored all the attention he was getting from you. "yeah yeah whatever workaholic, ever heard of taking a break?" the both of you giggled as you hugged each other to sleep. as the two of you dozed off, you gave him one more kiss, before going into your land of dreams.

[choshashio]

How to write a character that's bad at kissing...

clumsy, messy, sloppy

uncoordinated

easily overwhelmed

unable to keep up or stay on pace with the other person

attempting to copy the other person but failing

shoving their tongue into the other persons mouth

not connecting their lips properly and accidentally clicking their teeth with the other persons

accidentally biting the other person

being too rough or too soft

doesn't know where to put their hands

awkward, stiff, unsure

forgets to breathe

too much spit

[afkmylajah]

Forgive me, love

Sukuna

Warnings : sexual themes, oral (female receiving), mention of future pregnancy, um, idk how to write “smut” tbh, but I tried…

You were lying in bed watching the time on the clock. Sukuna had his arms wrapped around you, kissing your shoulder. He was confused why you were still awake and told you to go to bed. As soon as it hit 12, you turned around and dropped the bomb.

“Congratulations, you officially forgot our anniversary!”

You turned around, turned off the lamp, and went to sleep. He was shocked and looked at you resting. He checked his phone, and it was true; he forgot. That makes sense as to why you were clinging to him all day asking him what you all were doing today. Of course he just shoved you off.

The next morning he made breakfast and said he was sorry. He could make dinner reservations and spend the whole day with you. You ignored him and silently ate.

“I’m talking to you, you know that, right?”

“I do, but I’m heading out for a walk after eating.”

“I’ll go with you then.”

“You don’t hav-“

“I’m going with you, and I’m not taking no for an answer, brat.”

You just hummed in agreement and then got ready for a walk. It was sunny with a chill breeze; as soon as Sukuna joined your side, you walked around the neighborhood.

“ I’m making those reservations for dinner. We can also go to that anime cafe you've been talking my ear off about for lunch. After this walk, how about we go to that mall you said you wanted to go to? We can hit the spa as well. We can watch a movie while wearing those pajamas you brought us. Next week let’s go to some type of island; you pick, alright?”

“Alright, I’m still mad at you though.”

“Of course you are.”

You spent the whole day dragging him around stores, not to mention the fact you almost ate everything at the anime cafe. He brought you anything and everything you wanted. He even got a male masseuse because he didn’t want another woman touching him. You both got your nails done, and you constantly said that you were mad at him.

Here’s a little secret: you both have been working so hard this current week that you even forgot your anniversary. The only reason you remember is because your best friend texted you to “be safe.” When you texted back question marks, she replied it was your anniversary. So no, you weren’t actually mad, but it would’ve been suspicious if you weren’t.

After the whole fancy dinner, you got into your matching pajamas. You played with his hair during the movie, cuddled him through the second, and started to get tired through the third, so you guys headed to bed.

You got on “your side” of the bed and laid down.

“Are you still mad?”

“Maybe…”

“Ok then…” He took off his shirt and laid in the bed. All of a sudden you're being lifted up and placed on his chest.

“Sukuna!”

“Take them off.”

“What...?”

“Take off the damn pants!”

“I’m not taking off my pants!”

“Stop being a damn brat! Take them off before I rip them off!”

“Fine, fine, calm down.” You stood on the bed, each foot beside his stomach. Mumbling how you would beat his ass if he ripped your favorite pajama pants. You slipped them off, and he grabbed you and put you back on his chest.

“Are you happy now?”

“You forgive me now?”

“No.”

“Then no,” his lower two arms grab your hips and slide them to his stomach where his other mouth was. The other two grabbed your wrist and placed them on his shoulders.

You felt the warm breath and then the tongue of his second mouth. He took long strides and lickes just to tease. He heard you attempting to hold back your moans. One of his hands moved from your hips to your underwear. He moved the aside, and his hand went straight back to your hips, pushing you harder on his stomach.

His tongue opened your folds and licked at your clit, tongue swirling around the bundle of nerves, and pleasure shoots through your entire body. He heard the gasps and the moans and moved to your entrance. He licked all around before sticking his warm tongue in and out. You felt a hand grab your chin.

“Eyes on me, brat. Are you going to tell me what I want to hear, or are we going to be here all night?”

“I-fuck.” He started thrusting his tongue faster. You let out a couple more moans, but you saw him frown.

He moved his tongue back to your clit, moved it up and down, then in circles, sucked it, and went back to your entrance.

“I can’t hear you or make out what you’re saying.”

“I—I’m sorry, Kuna.”

“Hmm? That’s not what I wanted to hear; try again.”

“What!” He laid you down to the point, your chest right in front of his face. His top to hand took of your shirt and bra. His hands other made you grind on him and he took a boob and sucked on it like a damn baby.

The rooms filled with the sounds of squelching and slurping. You had came about 3 times; that asshole won’t even let you speak and teases you about it. Every time you attempt to speak, he pinches your nipple, moves his tongue faster, sticks it in your ass, and even bites you a good couple of times.

“Are you ready to speak now, baby~?” Of course he says that while his other mouth is sucking and lapping away at you.

“Ok, ok! I forgive you; stop it,“ he continues, until you come again. He lets go of you and laid on his chest, catching your breath.

“See, that wasn’t that hard.”

“Sh-shut up, it’s not that hard to keep up a simple date.”

“You said you forgave me; let it go, doll face.”

“Whatever, I didn’t even remember until Yora texted anyways.”

He got stiff and grabbed your hips again.

“Is that so… It looks like you owe me an apology, and since you're so “good” at remembering dates, let me give you a new date to remember. Mark your calendar, baby, nine months from now.”

He gave you one of those smirks, one that you weren’t sleeping until morning arrived.

Ah shit.

I got inspired by this reel I will link in the comments if I can.

This is my first time writing something “spicy”

word count: around 1088 (I had to fix some mistakes and lost count😭

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