#being a switch is wild the moods always be changing up on me when i least expect it to

[switchytransboy]

the weed is weeding today and causing a lee mood to come out of me

[tteokdoroki]

*ੈ🌩️‧₊˚— egoist + yoichi isagi.

૮˶ᵕ ༝ᵕ˶ა synopsis — teasing isagi is great. in fact, it's all fun and games...until his ego comes out to play.

⭑ warnings — please read + mdni ! characters aged up to 20s, established relationships, smut, makeout sessions, dry humping, ruined orgasms, clothed!sex, spit!kink, pro player + mean!isagi... he's very condescending not beta read ! - fem!reader.

⭑ words — 1.5K.

⭑ notes — hi !! lmao this is super last minute but i wanted to post something for isagi's bday because i'm obsessed with him !! i blacked out when writing this lmao fhbgb enjoy!! - m.list ✩

make-outs with isagi always start off soft and slow.

you’re always curled up cuddling, tucked into his side with his head atop yours and no matter what you’re doing together — he’s always overwhelmed with this sudden urge to kiss you. yoichi will dwell on it for a while, blue eyes peering down at you while you’re distracted. overthink the best way to kiss you, if you’re in the mood, if you want to be touched.

in the end you catch him staring and a smile that makes his heart race in the way that it does on the pitch breaks out across your darling features. “yoichi,” you croon knowingly, cocking your head to the side playfully. “i know you wanna kiss me.”

“yeah, precious?” a grin to rival your own tugs in the corners of his lips, isagi looking effortlessly sexy with his dark hair in his eyes and his tongue poking in his cheek while he thinks of his next move. “how’dya know?”

“you’re staring.”

“i like the way you look. s’cute.” he taunts.

you shift and face him fully, narrowing your eyes before you counter. “then why don’t you do something about it?”

“can’t,” he shoots back smugly. “you talk too much.”

“and you think too much—!”

isagi gets hot and bothered when you play cat and mouse, he can’t help but lean in and capture your lips in a soft kiss to test the waters and see how far he can push you. he puts a hand on your chin, holding your face up to his and smirks against your lips when you work your own against him. they move together, tender and curious like the gentle push and pull of a tide guided by the moon up high — but waves always crash against the shore like dopamine hitting all the right points in the striker’s brain.

you flip a switch inside of him and the lights come on in the home of his mind. it’s when your delicate fingers traverse upwards, landing on the nape of his neck to toy with the tiny black curls there. you tug on his roots and isagi goes wild, his mouth becoming feverish against yours— tongue darting out to swipe over the seam of your lips in a silent plea for more.

along the way he manages to roll you over, so you go from being by yoichi’s side to lying underneath him— trapped in a lion’s cage. there’s a hand just above your head and one working it’s way up your shirt, your eyes are hooded and darkened and isagi’s are scrambled and feral. crazy. in the same way he gets when he’s piecing himself together during a match. this happens when you don’t let him in, when you kiss him with only your lips and tease him past the point of return.

the striker pulls back, figuring you out as he pins you to his bed with strong, slender hips— his hands leaving you to run through silky black locks and to cup his chin. “what’s the matter, egoist?” you lay waiting, panting beneath isagi while you look up at him and dare him through your lashes. “thought you wanted to kiss me.”

this is where everything changes; you lose your soft, loving isagi the moment you decide to provoke the little monster inside of him. “don’t push,” he breathes, his voice thick and husky. low in the way that makes lighting strike all the way down your spine. “you know how that ends for you, precious.” he knows you better than anyone else, what makes you tick and twitch. so he grinds down against you, just above where you need him and swoops down with a ravenous mouth when your lips part to sing isagi’s praises — eyes blowing wide as he ruts his dick into your soft tummy.

his tongue glides over yours eagerly, tasting everything you have to offer him, pushing into your mouth with a domineering force. you writhe against yoichi and mewl his name between the slipperiness of your kisses— swapping spit with your noses pressed right up against each other and your breathing so ragged that you feel as though you might pass out. your mouths slot perfectly together, moving so fast that the pace of your sloppy make out is almost bruising.

“yoichi,” you sigh out when you finally get the chance to take in some air though your chest won’t stop heaving. “goin’ too fast. w-what’s the matter, pretty boy?” your attempt to get back at him is weak, bucking your hips upwards to chase the friction that your boyfriend refuses to give you.

now it’s his turn to tilt his head to the side, licking at the string of saliva that connects your lips to his. “w-what’s the matter pretty boy?” he mocks you with a calculated thrust of his hardness against you— stickiness from his tip oozing against your skin. pouting, you fight against isagi for something. anything. you need him and he’s dangling that pleasure just above your head. “what’s the matter with you, hah? so pretty, precious. so needy. you want it that bad.” he sucks his teeth, mimicking your pout the more you grow desperate, sneering evilly as you lock your eyes away to fight off the frustrated tears.

“oh no, you don’t get to do that. open those pretty eyes for me precious,” yoichi growls but touches you tender, his hand cupping the roundness of your cheeks as he drags you up to face him. “you wanna mess around with me? fine. you wanna tease me? ‘m good with that. but you look at me. only me.” when he tells you that he means it and when you nod your head despite the whimper — agreeing to your boyfriends terms, he rewards you by shifting back and pressing the chubby outline of his dick against your molten core as his tongue laps into your mouth to swallow your moans.

then he’s sucking on your tongue, the rough pads of his fingers trickling up and down your sides, squeezing your ass and dragging you up to meet the carnivorous pace of his hips as they piston into you. you do your best to keep your eyes on him, despite the tears that pool in them, watching isagi devour you from below and his facade fall apart when his sticky tip catches on the hood of your swollen clit.

a wet patch from your naughty little pussy forms on the front of his sweat pants from just how much it drools and how much precum smears isagi smears against you. “where’s your fight precious? thought you wanted to tease me.” his limbs ache and muscles burn with desire as he works himself against you, panting into your open mouth and filling you with nothing but him. “c’mon… gimme somethin’, precious girl.”

he spits the words into your mouth, laughs as you clench around nothing and chase the delicious drag of his cock between your clothed folds. “mm… yo—!” but you can’t say anything, you can’t do anything because the way isagi talks down on you but grinds into you like he loves you is too embarrassing for you to bare. “s-stop, s’mm…it’s—“ you drawl all dreamy like, a familiar twist in your gut telling you that you’re close, that he’s pleasured you beyond what you can take and he’s not even touched you properly.

“you don’t want me to stop, baby. i know what you need,” isagi grunts as he sucks on your lower lip, takes it between rows of pearly whites and drags it away from you with a hooded stare, sapphire eyes sending you spiralling. his cock pulses against your sweltering pussy, soaks through your pants and drives you up the wall. “you want me t’get you there. you can cum like this, you’ve done it for me before…”

“i-i’ll do it again, please yoichi! ‘m…i-i’m,” you babble brainlessly, fingers finding his hair again and scratching at yoichi’s scalp the way he likes. in the way that started this whole ordeal— changing the path of your makeout from soft to sexy. “i’m close!”

all he does is grunt, shuddering under your touch, circling his hips until both of your eyes roll back. “i know precious. i know. i’ll get you there— make you c-cum, shit.”

and you’re about to burst, eyes drifting shut. you can feel it as you wrap your trembling thighs around isagi’s waist and match the way he grinds against you. your brain is muddled, dazed and fixated on his lips and the way he might sound when he shoots is load between your legs…but in an instant it all gone.

your eyes flutter open once again— revealing the monster you’ve made of yoichi isagi. his blue eyes delirious, his lips curled into a cruel smirk while your orgasm fades away and you whine out for him.

“thought i told you to keep looking at me,” he snarls wickedly, lifting his hips away from you, watching you pathetically chase the friction. “guess you don’t know how to listen, precious. that’s okay though, i’ll just have fuck you good ‘n proper... get inside you, fuck you up and make sure that i get it through your pretty little head. you only look at me.”

make-outs with isagi always start off soft and slow. but if you push the right buttons, his egoist always swoops in to fuck you right.

[todorokis-girl]

Honestly, I didn't even think about that - Kuroo Tetsuro x f!reader

Summary: Kuroo decides to confess to his best friend's sister after years of keeping his emotions in.

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It was a typical Friday evening, and Kenma was in the middle of one of his popular live streams. His fans were used to the casual, laid-back atmosphere of his streams, where he played games, chatted about his day, and occasionally had his friends drop by.

Tonight, Kuroo was lounging on the couch behind Kenma, casually watching him play the latest game. Y/N, Kenma's sister, was there too, sitting next to Kuroo, quietly playing her own game on her Switch. The three of them often spent time together like this, comfortable in each other's company. Y/N had always been close with her brother and his friends, particularly Kuroo, with whom she had shared many late-night talks and heartfelt moments over the years.

To be honest, they were closer than close, they spent a lot of time together; often after work, both her and Kuroo would come over to hang out with Kenma during his streams.

As Kenma's stream went on, the chat buzzed with excitement, fans commenting on the game and sharing their usual banter. Suddenly, Kuroo's voice broke through the ambient sounds of the game and Kenma's occasional commentary.

"Hey, Kenma, pause the game for a second," Kuroo said, his tone unusually serious.

Kenma glanced back, slightly puzzled but complied, pausing the game and turning to face Kuroo. The chat quickly picked up on the change in mood, filling with question marks and curious comments.

Kuroo stood up, moving to stand in front of Y/N. She looked up from her game, confusion flickering in her eyes. Without warning, Kuroo bent down and pressed his lips to hers in a quick, yet tender kiss. The room seemed to freeze in that moment, the only sound being the rapid typing from the stream chat as viewers reacted in shock and excitement.

When Kuroo pulled back, his cheeks were flushed, but his eyes were filled with determination. "I've had a crush on you since high school," he confessed, his voice steady. "I can't keep running and hiding anymore. I needed to hear you reject me so I could finally move on."

Y/N was stunned, her eyes wide with surprise. She opened her mouth to speak but found herself at a loss for words. The chat exploded with messages, fans going wild over the unexpected confession.

Kuroo continued, taking a deep breath to steady himself. "Every time I saw you, it got harder to pretend I didn't feel anything. I thought if I could just hear you say you didn't feel the same, I could get over it. But… I can't keep it inside anymore."

The room was silent, save for the soft hum of the computer and the distant noise of the stream. Slowly, a gentle smile spread across Y/N's face. "Kuroo… I've always had a crush on you too," she admitted, her voice soft but clear. "I just thought you saw me as a sister."

Kuroo's eyes widened, a mixture of relief and joy washing over his features. "You mean it?" he asked, his voice almost a whisper.

She nodded, her smile growing. "Yeah, I do. I just never imagined you'd feel the same way."

Kenma, who had been silently watching the scene unfold, finally spoke up, his voice breaking the spell of the moment. "You know you're both still on stream, right?"

Kuroo and Y/N turned to look at him, their faces turning a deeper shade of red as they realized the entire confession had been broadcast live. The chat was going wild, viewers reacting to the unexpected romance with a flurry of emojis and excited messages.

Kuroo let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head. "Well, I guess there's no hiding it now," he said, glancing back at Y/N. "But… I'm glad. I'm really glad."

Y/N laughed too, reaching out to take Kuroo's hand. "Me too," she said, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

Kenma sighed, shaking his head with a small smile. "I guess my stream just got a lot more interesting," he muttered, unpausing the game. "But seriously, you two… maybe save the dramatic confessions for off-camera next time."

Kuroo chuckled, turning back to Kenma. "Sorry about that, Kenma. But I think we both needed this."

Kenma nodded, a hint of relief in his eyes. "Honestly, I'm just relieved I don't have to keep your secret anymore. It was getting exhausting."

Kuroo and Y/N exchanged surprised glances before turning back to Kenma. "Wait, you knew?" Kuroo asked, his eyebrows shooting up.

Kenma smirked, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Of course I knew. You both did tell me separately, did you?"

Y/N blinked, processing the revelation. "And you didn't say anything? At least hint at it? I've been sulking over this for years" she asked, her voice a mix of incredulity and curiosity.

Kenma shrugged. "It wasn't my place to say anything. I figured you'd both figure it out eventually."

"Be ready for this to be all over the internet"

Kuroo and Y/N both just smiled at each other, their hands still clasped together. As Kenma returned to his game, the atmosphere in the room shifted, filled with a new sense of warmth and possibility. The stream chat continued to buzz with excitement, fans eagerly discussing the unexpected turn of events.

And as the night went on, Kuroo and Y/N sat close together, their hearts lighter and their futures a little brighter, no longer burdened by unspoken feelings and hidden desires.

[shirefantasies]

From mossthebogwitch I had no idea what i was doing but I did my best.

Since it was now a dare i am submitting myself for a matchup: presently I am mortified.but too curious to back down now. I have sealed my own fate per usual. I appreciate you taking me on this journey and hope you enjoy the experience! I don't know what gender I prefer in partner: I have a huge weakness for Kíli - I have no hard fast rules- just have fun it's a Tumblr matchup yknow?🤣

I would prefer Hobbit based matches since that is my current hyperfixation.

I radiate golden retriever energy: loyal, never gonna give you upn never gonna let you down, never gonna turn around and desert you. I'm the unofficial security guard according to my boss. I have a level head under pressure and I don't back down.  I have a constant stream of humor. The comedy doesn't end. I enjoy being an artist and writer in many media's. I study folklore and weird nature things. Im the weird facts kid grown up to the ' adult who knows how to do a bunch of different things'.

I have trouble socializing due to anxiety and OCD. Because of this I'm naturally more of a watcher until I feel comfortable.  I'm either casually friendly or hiding behind other people talking.  I'm a mom friend and the one people go to for help. I work in counseling its natures pipeline.

If I'm not working, reading, tending my pets, wild foraging for supplies or exploring hiking trails, I can be found cobbling together my house and garden from whatever I get my grabby hands on.

I have a community garden and regularly supply winter camping gear, food, first aid, and hygienic supplies. I do feral cat housing too so I just do a lot of weird stuff. Last week I saved a squirrel?? Befriending crows is starting this week lol. Never dull.

I plan on painting my entire house in fantasy based murals and hiding meme paintings behind appliances..Spock is behind my stove.

One funny thing i do that my coworkers thinks is hilarious is I have an entire measurement system for measuring animals using only potatoes as a counting system. Yknow how you count horses with hands?I count animals using potatoes and i am right every time the key is when to switch your counter between Russetts and Yukon golds. It's a good day when a growing animal graduates from being counted from russetts to Yukon golds.

I'm 5'0  and don't mind because I grew up LOTR with Gimli!! He's short and I'm short too!! I am told I have mood ring eyes that change shades of blue with my emotions and I'm red green color blind so that's fun.

Voted most likely to have a mug of coffee or tea in hand at work while I give one of my coworkers a gentle peptalk which turns into me pulling out the Gimli scale and asking them where they are on there today.

Yes, this is great @mossthebogwitch ! More detail always helps on my end 🥰 also you sound like such a fun person I wanna be friends 😆😆😆 the potato counting & secret memes are legendary OMG! I definitely saw you with a dwarf right away, but after some thought, I decided on...

Bofur!

You meet under curious circumstances, you having settled at the foot of the great mountain after the war. Thinking you are alone, you had made your way to the woods, idly walking until a chattering squirrel spiraling up a tree distracts you. Given your love of animals, you strike up a conversation, getting quite lost in it all when a jovial voice rings out behind you, asking if you’re getting along, then. Turning, you see a dwarf with a large floppy hat and twin braids standing a ways behind you, apologizing for startling you- you must've jumped more than you realized. In the end, he introduces himself as Bofur and offers you a piece of one of his brother's biscuits from his pockets to give to the squirrel. Finding out that he works as a toymaker, you promise to visit his shop, and when you take in all the wonders he creates with his cousin, well, you can hardly stay away! Bofur ends up enlisting you to paint murals upon the walls of his and Bifur’s shop, which the young ones of Erebor and New Dale alike delight greatly in. Bifur is very impressed by your art and building skills, elbowing Bofur at every chance he gets and waggling his eyebrows over the amazing lass that’s seemingly just fallen into his life.

The first time Bofur actually initiates some time alone with you, he asks you to join him for a night in town, and that’s when he learns you work with livestock. You best believe he laughs his mustache off at your counting technique and also vows to steal it. You can see in his manner, though, and what you know of him that he would be great with the animals too. He can see that you prefer him not to ask so many personal questions and to lead the conversation which he is more than happy to do! He tells you all about his family, the quest he went on, his funny nice hobbit friend Bilbo, where to get the best ale in town if you’re into that sort of thing, a cool rock his brother found in the mines the other day, you name it! Everything is lighter when you two are together. Ever the gentleman, he waits to share your first kiss until he is completely sure you’re ready.

Bofur loves your height; you are a few inches taller than him, not much but just so that he can rest his forehead against yours and put his head on your shoulder. Either one of you can cuddle against the other’s chest as desired. Knowing how much of your time goes to helping others, though, brings the dwarf to lean heavily towards caring for you whether that means he is the one holding you or singing for you or simply by giving you lots of time to get comfortable and express your needs, even if it’s hard. Even in your most tender moments, though, both of you are cracking jokes. Always laughter between you two! Anything big gets called a Yukon Gold with you two because he just loves that saying so much.

If you are comfortable with it, Bofur loves to take you dancing just to show you off! He also adores the way you’ll stand up for him if anyone is mean or pushy- your loyalty is astounding and you truly have a dwarf-like spirit. He gets heart eyes when you become a de facto bouncer and actually throw a drunk or two out of the place. He also takes you camping, pitching a tent and bringing your supplies so you can stay wrapped outside with your animal friends and some weenies to roast beneath the stars.

Teases you to high heaven about being colorblind, though. Overdramatically reminds you what color you’re painting that toy, asks you if you’re sure that’s the right color for the leaves on your mural. Feel free to smack him lightly, he knows he deserves it and he’ll just laugh! If anxiety or OCD symptoms lead to you having a routine or a placement of things that being comfort (if so, big mood friend!), Bofur is definitely the best at remembering to have them out there and follow that for you, no questions asked. You’ll feel so cared for, that his house is a home. You are his warm hearth, his neverending laughter, the only person who could convince him to take home a wounded opossum and call it Bofur jr. but this is his life now and you know what? Bifur was right- he’d run into quite a catch in those woods, a lass far more beautiful than any old fern or flower.

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[chipmunkweirdo]

After doing a lot of research, I have decided against going on any meds to stop my anxiety.

I’ve also decided not to try ADHD meds either since I have multiple systems in place that already help my ADHD.

The main reason is because creativity is my biggest coping mechanism, and medicines designed to try and “neurotypicalize” the brain sometimes (not true for everyone) have an adverse effect on those who think outside the box.

I know that my inspiration comes from the wild unpredictability of my brain. I know that I can write the way I do because of my deep connection to my emotions. I am not interested in having that ability possibly change just so I can work a dead end job forever. The goal was ALWAYS to still be creative in my free time outside the job. I can’t do that if I’m on something that flattens emotions and makes me tired all the time. Or something that switches my thinking to being rational constantly.

It’s definitely NOT that way for EVERYONE and some people DO need meds to help, but I don’t think I am one of those people. I was on meds as a kid (quite a few before mom and dad finally gave up) that crushed parts of my creativity and I can’t risk losing any more of it to meds that aren’t right for me while trying to find a med that is right for me.

Furthermore, getting a job is a very stressful thing, but once I have a stable job then the anxiety about the unknowns won’t be that bad. I don’t see going on medication long term to ease a short term problem as what I’m looking for.

However. I am open to trying some kind of sleep aid that I only take on nights when my brain won’t turn off and allow me to sleep. Something that I don’t have to take every day. I firmly believe that getting enough sleep will help my stress levels and mood enough that I can handle whatever is thrown at me.

Because I cannot risk losing my main coping mechanism just because it “distracts” me. If anything, I feel LESS distracted when it comes to doing mundane tasks while also thinking about AATC nonstop in my head. It is NOT the obstacle my job coach thought it was.

I’m going to continue finding ways to relieve my anxiety outside of medication as well and building more systems to help me manage the onslaught of random thoughts and worries.

I hope this works.

[dragonagitator]

If I were to time travel back to 2004, I think one of my biggest ongoing difficulties would be remembering to always speak in the formal register (which hasn't changed much in 20 years) lest I accidentally reveal myself as being not from around here now by slipping back into my casual register (which is full of 2024 colloquialisms and internet slang).

Imagine saying to someone in 2004, "My spoonie friend posted that YouTube clip of House's 'Life is Pain' rant on her Facebook and I was like, 'That slaps. Mood.'"

That's a perfectly understandable statement to almost anyone who might be reading this on Tumblr in 2024, but would sound like schizophrenic word salad to 2004 ears.

Even if I were able to keep up constantly speaking in the formal register despite how exhausting and unnatural it would feel, I'd still have communication difficulties. IRL I rarely speak to anyone in the formal register anymore, even at work -- my last couple of jobs were in very laid-back environments where everyone else was at least a decade younger than me -- and I've noticed recently that when I force myself to switch to the formal register, I always sound pissed off even when I'm not.

It finally clicked that the reason I've lost the ability to emote appropriately while speaking in the formal register is that for the past few years, there's been only one context in which I consistently speak in the formal register every single time: Leaving angry voicemails for US Senators.

It cracks me up that somewhere in the language part of my brain, I've apparently got a bit of code running that "Senators = teh oldz" and therefore I must address them using a register that feels frozen in time. Not only was this not a conscious decision, but it's also so hard-coded that I instinctively switch to the formal register even while drunk-dialing their constituent feedback lines at 3am.

(Pro tip: If you have never drunk-dialed your Senator at 3am, you're not Americaning hard enough. Get to it, kiddies.)

Thinking about time travel has made me realize just how much colloquial English has changed over the past 20 years and how it keeps getting weirder and weirder at an accelerating rate. Speaking in code to route around censorship algorithms. New slang spreading within days instead of years. Horrible new suffixes. An emerging fourth person pronoun. It's wild.

I lived through these changes. I was already a grown adult back in 2004. And even I would have to carefully mind my speech in order to blend in and be understood. Can you imagine what would happen if you sent an extremely online Zoomer back 20 years?

[yoonia]

Hi again Dia! You’ve probably gotten a million questions like this one but do you have any writing tips for beginners? Or ways to improve your writing? I’d like to write my own fanfics one day and I also have several outlines (including my commissions) that have never seen the light of day (at least, not yet). I’ve even attempted to write some stuff in the past. The problem is though is that I end up getting stuck and eventually give up because I either have trouble writing good dialogue (and making sure it’s distinguished and everyone’s in character (depending on what I’d like to write)), I unintentionally come up with more than one plot for a fic or a character (or character archetype) that are too identical, or I get worried about sounding repetitive (from character description to anything else in general). Truthfully though, writing isn’t my strength or passion. It’s just a hobby for me I’d like to develop more, really. But if you have any time, I’d appreciate if you had any tips and advice for beginner’s writing😊

Also, somewhat off topic but I got a suggestion. For any future smut scenes, I think it would be absolutely hilarious if you ever wrote a scene (maybe for like in motion or any other fics that feature bdsm themes) with smutty stuff happening with (whatever member) and OC while the latter’s being tied up. But then all of a sudden OC says the safe word. (Member’s name) mood changes entirely and he gets concerned/worried for a bit and asks OC what’s wrong. But it turns out OC just has a really bad itch (but she can’t scratch herself because of her position (obviously lol)) so she asks him to scratch her. Which kills the mood for a second, but I bet readers would be absolutely dead. I’m not usually open when it some to smutty stuff. HOWEVER, you can’t tell me a shenanigan like that would never happen, fictional or real life 😂💀

Hello! I’m so sorry for replying so late. It’s been a rough week for me with my, um…health problem and then trying to catch up with work, so I wanted to wait until I could sit down to answer this properly. 

Yes, I’ve gotten some questions about writing before but I don’t mind sharing! There are two ways that I personally follow to improve my writing. 

reading

lots of practice

By reading, you’ll get to see for yourself what type of genre you’ll be interested in getting into and what kind of writing style that works for you. Reading can also improve your vocabullary, to learn more about worldbuilding, and it may help you find your own narrative “voice”. 

I actually just had a similar talk about this with some friends. It always works better for a writer to write in genres that they are interested in and when they already read other works written in that genre before. It helps you see what about the stories written in that genre that gets people interested in reading and to learn some of the tropes, prompts, and maybe the lores that are known in that genre which you can use as a guide to create your own story/universe you’re building. 

By practicing, you’ll get to see what YOUR writing style looks like and what works for you in narrating your story. You can start small with your practice. Try to begin by writing down your premise, or write down your raw idea in a brain dump setting to see that idea in written form to later organise it into a premise or an outline. 

Sometimes it helps if you write your idea and create a summary or a story synopsis  because you get to see your idea formed into a story

I’ve looked into your outlining for EANA and I think the way you did it was already great for a start. I personally started that way too, with bulletpoints to organise the ideas and scenes before developing them and mapping them into a storyline. You can continue doing that with your story ideas and use it as practice. But try to make a more compact structure with your bulletpoints if you want to practice how to keep your plot from running wild and switching into a different one in the middle of your writing process.

I’ve shared a quick look at my own writing process (more simplified than what I’ve shared on Patreon) which you might be able to follow on this post. There, you’ll see different steps of writing from beginning (plotting, first draft, etc) to editing. I hope this can help you with your practice, but feel free to ask me if you find some steps that are too confusing to follow :) 

You know, I also had problems with dialogues from time to time. I struggled with it when I first started writing so don’t feel bad about it. Someone told me in the past that we mostly struggle with dialogues because we often unable to see the characters speaking as themselves while imagining them using our own voice. 

Try to voice their dialogue out loud when you are writing them. That way you can ‘feel’ it when your dialogue seems too awkward or stiff and you can make it flow better by acting it out as an actual dialogue.

Fyi, I’ve been preparing to bring back my writing class on my Patreon, so I’m hoping that I can share a more in depth writing process with some practice sheets that everyone can follow and use to practice their writing skills (though I must warn that I’m not an expert, so this might just be helping you start if you’re a beginner writer haha) 

Speaking of having odd shennanigans in smut scenes, I’ve actually thought of it from time to time but I’ve shared about it before (on twitter/X, I think?). Trust me, while smut scenes are written perfectly in most stories/fics as if there’s no faulty could happen while people are in the middle of it, these things could happen in real life. A lot. I know from experience lol. So adding shennanigans in smut stories may probably bring up some reality in it instead of ruining it. 

[tbcanary]

Hi! In lieu of your ‘being a female comics character stan is hard’ post, do you have any comic recs for dinah that rewrote your brain??

this is SUCH a good question, and unfortunately i'm going to have some unsatisfactory answers for you! firstly, i'm relatively new to comics and there's a lot i haven't read yet. secondly, i've yet to find a dinah run where i am completely and totally enamored with no qualms or questions. so i'm listing out the comics i've read and enjoyed, but i'll talk through some caveats with each of them.

birds of prey (1999)

i'm sorry for even mentioning a run written by chuck dixon. let me just start there. this is like, the second comic run i ever read, so my opinions of it are complicated and i don't necessarily recommend it. i just need to list it here, because it was my introduction to dinah and it's part of why i love her so much. again, sorry.

BUT.

a huge portion of this run covers the era when ollie is dead. this is really important context, because i think it's a chance to see dinah on her own and away from him and the rest of the league. it's just her and babs! the birds of prey name comes to encompass a lot of other heroines after a while, which is great and i support it, but for getting full pages of just dinah, this run is excellent. she is kind, she throws herself recklessly into every situation with wild abandon, she protects others even when she doesn't have to -- or really shouldn't -- and sometimes she's even allowed to be funny. also, she's just beautifully drawn for a lot of this, up til they change the art around issue 50. (sorry, but i hate the art of a lot of the bop runs. doesn't work for me.)

dinah and babs are spectacular together for so much of this run, and i love their dynamic dearly. sometimes tim and steph and ted are there and they add an extra level to the dynamic that i really appreciate. just... ignore everything else. and i do mean everything; the plots are absolute bullshit. this is the one where she's briefly engaged to ra's, a thing that makes me so mad i genuinely cannot talk about it without screaming. it's so fucking stupid. i will beat dixon with a stick for that.

the longbow hunters (1987)

dinah lance in the longbow hunters is everything to me. she has complexity, she has depth, she is her own woman and she loves ollie so much.

this run is explicitly meant to be darker and more mature, and i think it gives a little more freedom for dinah to be forthright and open and developed in a way other comics of the era just... didn't. but, that being said, she isn't in there a ton. it is an oliver queen-centric comic from the 80s, and that means she shows up every now and then before it switches over to him narrating his internal thoughts for a while. but those panels she is in have been rattling around in my brain for AGES, so they're powerful despite being fewer.

cw for some extreme levels of violence against women in this run, and specifically for violence against dinah.

(and, yknow, if this one works for you -- there are a couple black canary runs/miniseries from 1991-1993 that have good dinah moments. i can't recommend them outright because, frankly, the writing is hard to follow and the plots and characters don't always make sense to me. but dinah's there, she's pretty, she's doing the detective thing and i love her.)

green arrow (2001)

i am only referring to the first fifteen issues of this run as written by kevin smith. i have not read the rest of 2001 in full, as i have heard that it is incredibly frustrating, and so i have cherrypicked issues here and there when i am in the mood.

that being said. god i love dinah in this one. again, it's a story about ollie, but the pages that are from her point of view KILL me every single time. she's hurting, she's mourning, she's complicated and capable and so strong. god i love a woman. dinah is everything to me.

black canary (2007)

this little miniseries is good. i think about it a lot. ignore the wedding special that comes after and also anything else, i appreciate getting to see dinah with family of her own and i really love mia in here. not that mia is the point of this answer, but i think she needs some appreciation as well. dinah gets to be protective and mad and loving and all of those wonderful things i appreciate about her, and it isn't even centered on ollie. it's all for her little sister! and that's incredible!! i love dinah so much here even if i wish there were a little less "everyone knows what's going on except her" happening, because i think it's unnecessary and there's no need for it.

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i HAVE read a few other birds of prey runs and justice league storylines, but none of them have provided as much insight for me into dinah's character and motivations as these.

[true-blue-sonic]

Hello Blue, Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening!!

👻💥✨

Good evening ^-^ Thank you!🍀

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

Hmm, that is a tough one, I gotta think about it for a minute! I do have some Not At All Wild headcanons, haha:

Silver is left-handed

Gold is the youngest of seven sisters and one brother

When Silver and Espio share a bed, either Espio finds his face firmly in a bundle of chest floof, or Silver is the one who tucks his head away under Es' chin. Both also sleep very comfortably like this :>

When in a playful mood, Silver absolutely will use his powers to be a gremlin❤ (though for me this is also universe-specific; he'd be much more likely to do so in my Espilver fics than in the world of Genesis, for example)

💥 What is one canon thing that you wish you could change?

I would make Silver's behaviour between his appearances more consistent, because right now his character kind of switches between two extremes, in my opinion. In Rivals he's this haughty-ass rude snappy dude who is definitely trying his best to save the future and who does have sweet moments with others (e.g. with the Chao he's rescuing), but who cannot go two sentences with someone he thinks is opposing him without it cumulating into a fight. Then we get Team Sonic Racing, where he's basically cinnamon roll incarnate and incapable of understanding trash talk; also, you are NOT going to tell me Rivals!Silver will accept Eggman's "We were discussing science stuff way above your pay grade, dimwit" without trying to punch all the teeth out of his mouth. Though, I like how in TSR Silver is one of the more proactive characters in the storyline, so he does have that going for him. And then in the comics, in one panel he's being all starry-eyed bouncy boi, whereas in the next he has legit an amazing few panels as Super Silver. I'd try to find something inbetween those extremes, where he can be a huge sweetheart who is curious about the world and always ready to lend a helping hand, yet the moment he believes something he cherishes is threatened he'll pursue it relentlessly and nothing anyone tells him will change his mind. I feel like that is the best combination for him; incredibly kind, yet also single-minded and vicious if the need is there.

ALSO I'd have official media not pin him as weak *glares at the mobile games in particular* because of his Meteor Smash and the fact he STOPPED THE ECLIPSE CANON'S BEAM WITH HIS PK IN A SONIC CHANNEL STORY. Silver's powers make him amazingly strong, and I'd love if they both embraced it and dove more into it!

✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

I have kept every sweet comment I have ever received on my Ao3, and that is in the hundreds💕 Favourites are hard to pick for me, because I've been lucky to receive so many over time; I do love when familiar faces show up over and over again with their own interpretations and reactions to events in my fics! Plus, it's simply always a nice surprise when I open one such comment and I can't stop smiling because of how sweet it is ^-^ I'm lucky that has happened often, both here on Tumblr and on Wattpad and Ao3!🍀

[sincelastsession]

When I try to speak to my father he is automatically defensive.

He has little tolerance for me if I don't speak or act how he wants and if I can't do it he shoves me away and cuts communication.

He doesn't understand these things are things I have never been able to control and are not my fault.

How I hear my tone versus how others do via me hearing myself recorded is drastically different.

He has the same issue and when I politely ask if he is angry etc his tone changes, he gets FURIOUS. He wants me to never bring it up again and he expects me to listen to an angry tone that he says he can't change but I've seen him do it. I feel that he's full of shit about that but I am trying to be polite and give benefit of doubt.

He thinks I'm playing games. I don't understand what this means nor have I ever understood wtf this means.

Playing a game to me actually means playing a game like kids play board games video games etc...

It really hurts to just have to ask if my dad could please lower his voice or at least change tone. He's capable of that while I'm not currently able to switch up my tones consciously unless I practice or really concentrate and ask for feedback.

He doesn't understand why im apprehensive to talk to him or be around him or even go over to the house.

It actually hurts being back in contact.

I have never gotten a meaningful apology. I've explained this. Unless he's incapable due to unresolved issues himself.

Verbal apologies mean less to me though I'd still like to hear them because people hurt me apologize act kind then hurt me again. It's a cycle. I'm apprehensive to be back in touch with him till I see an actual change.

He threw a tantrum at me because I tried to clarify his mood and then changed his tone to angrier and defensive because I brought up his speaking.

I think it's wild how he gets to treat me like shit about that but if I voice my frustrations with his micromanagement of everything about me including tone or how I speak even mocking me which has been happening since I was a small child then he has a shitfit.

This is not ok.

If he wants a relationship with me then he needs to understand me and have patience and tolerance with how I am.

I try my hardest with him but he has hurt me so greatly it is hard. He is very much part of this PTSD flare and my trauma and flashbacks on the daily.

Too much input and expecting me to remember verbal instruction when I've requested it be texted or emailed is distressing.

I am a visual spatial learner. I told him this many years ago when I was told I was.

Him yelling at me to listen or him yelling at me at all when I have a poor attention span and memory issues due to a number of things is distressing.

My mother is also very distressing to me. Currently she is involved in yet another scam. She seems to have alternate personalities or it's her insulin dependent diabetes. She is also very good at playing dumb.

Mom and dad are both manipulative liars who put on for my therapists.

I have always been the family scapegoat. My sister is more lost child golden child. They have taught her throughout the years that it's fine to abuse me.

Everyone talks about respecting boundaries however no one talks about how respecting my boundaries doesn't seem to apply to them.

I'm wearing my heavy 31db noise blockers today. My head hurts. I haven't done anything but lay in bed and I took my anxiety medicine. I still have a great deal of anxiety and feel frozen up.

I still feel misunderstood.

I don't expect people to understand everything. I just expect an understanding that I have problems that aren't within my circle of control and that it's distressing and I need the same patience and love that they'd give someone without these problems if they were having a hard time.

The amount of resentment that is thrown at me that you do not see is ridiculous.

I haven't really been able to speak since talking to my dad earlier.

I have gone nonverbal again. I wanted to call people and do things. I feel small, unimportant, rejected, and hopeless.

My heart hurts.

I don't want to be like this. I see many people I want to be like but I don't know how. I don't feel a sense of self or identity and I don't understand how various things work. It's frustrating because yes I would like a doctor to evaluate me for autism so I can be sure that's the case. I understand self diagnosis is now valid. I've always had these issues and it's been mistaken for many things including narccistic, bpd, bipolar, etc. My current diagnosis I feel are correct and I don't try to fit them and act more like them. I think people misunderstand that I'm trying to explain instead of making excuses which is often what people try to clock me about when it's just not the case.

I do feel I have a dissociative disorder of some sort.

I do feel that a gentle confidence building approach and things along that line are probably best for now. Tough love often triggers RSD in me and it hurts and I want to get away from it.

I'm trying to explain myself and express myself the best ways I can.

I don't want to be misunderstood by a therapist again. This has led to many bad things happening to me as a result. It is hard to trust. I don't give trust put easily. Just because HIPPA exists and I know I can speak about things easily doesn't mean there's enough established trust or bond. Certain things are starting to remind me if past therapists that had it all wrong and that scares me. I don't want to take a break or quit therapy. It took me a very long time to find you and research and try and trust that you may be advanced enough to work with me as most people give up. I'm very tired of people getting tired of me and giving up. I feel like I'm profoundly broken and the ocean of issues and traumas etc is very very deep and dark.

It's frustrating having to go over things and start new. It does take me quite a while to settle in despite my ability to share about issues.

Often times my logic is there but it's waiting on emotions to catch up or logic and emotions are battling it out.

If you were to look at my physical health history we can factor in how these things affect the brain and contribute to distress. If we look at family history and "inherited trauma" there's a reason I chose to end the family line other than my own and medical reasons when it came to having my tubes tied and a uterine ablation. I wouldn't wish my mental or physical health nor my family on a child. The risk factor was too much. I couldn't trust my parents to be safe to leave a child with because they couldn't protect or parent me. They get grandcats.

The amount of physical pain I'm in today makes me sad.

I do feel a bit depressed right now.

I am choking back tears.

I do wish I could take medication that did work for me till I had actual allergic reactions to it. That has to be my all time most disappointing thing when I was searching for medications that helped. My Geneticist Meredith Allen thinks I have genetic mutations that are cause of my inability to tolerate many medications. Dr. Todd before he passed agreed with this as he saw me for a very long time and quite literally studied me because my case was much much different than the others he saw.

I hope it's figured out one day.

When I have bouts of depression I don't get a magic med. I have to rawdog it. I have to be strong. If I get a bath in or make my bed it is a victory.

I'm pissed about feeling this way because I'm aware it will be even more difficult to get what I need to do done.

I wish I was seen as not compared to other patients and things of that nature. I wish I was seen as a unique case and I do not mean special or anything. I am a unique case. I am pretty complicated. I am very determined to be understood enough so that there's no assumptions. I don't expect perfection or for someone to know me in every way.

It's hard to articulate what I mean.

I'm doing the best I can in showing you who I am so you can do your job and adjust the treatment plan if need be.

I know I have control issues due to the things I've gone through fear trust and trauma.

You may need to look at it from different povs and work on clarifying if these things are correct. But that's just a suggestion.

I'm not normally sounding bossy like this nor am I trying to be. I'm just trying to teach people about me so there's no hurdles and nothing in the way that takes up unessesary time out of sessions. If I could do twice a week right now I would. If I could show you my life better I would. It does take a certain level of understanding to get me.

I still think it'd be a good idea to put a mirror or a safety mirror up across from where you sit so you can be aware of how you come across.

Maybe I should get a hand mirror for myself to look at when I'm in therapy and maybe replying to the hand mirror you can see what I'm seeing.

I don't mean disrespect by this. It's just an idea.

I would like to work with core and perhaps sit at a table and draw while we have sessions. I don't always feel comfortable and it's easy to have the unphased part answer while the other part draws.

I do want to do any testing you desire to do or that is available that may assist my treatment.

My first form if therapy was drawing while I was asked questions.

I do prefer art therapy techniques and sand play techniques despite my distaste for touching sand. Things like that.

I'm functioning on various levels well but on others not so much.

I would like to know what my strengths and weaknesses are.

I do know my distress tolerance is absolutely shit right now. This is partly why I'm throwing all this out there.

I do wish I wasn't in so much physical pain or could just get a ride to the session stoned.

I wonder what would be easier to talk about if my inhibitions and guard were dropped. Maybe at some point we can try that. I don't know if it's ethical to treat while I'm on an herbal medication but it'd be interesting to see.

I would like to hear from parts of myself or whatever you'd call it. I would like to draw a map of what that's looking like.

I'm apprehensive about dissociative issues because I'm very scared to know how bad it actually is and let the others (parts of me) do their job. I don't want anyone to know really. I don't want to be seen or treated as crazy. We live in the south and an overall intolerant society of anything that goes against the norm.

I hope you understood what I'm talking about with everything I've written and the videos and info graphics. I'll try to slow down so you can catch up.

Honestly I keep meaning to do that then feel the compulsory need to say more. It's pretty painful to stop and it's not just an excuse.

I'd like to start adding pictures that express how I feel to this journal aside from infographics.

Anyway. I'm going to try and have a calm evening. Maybe I'll go play a Sims game and decompress for a few hours.

I wish I could get paid to just sit and play the game. I see other people doing this with a following that make a passive income.

I'm still thinking about SW type jobs. I have a lot of shame and guilt with sexuality. I don't want my traumas and unesesary guilt and shame to hold me back but I do have catholic religious trauma and then bad things that happened that scare me about lowering inhibitions and just going for it.

I think the adhd unmedicated is not really helping me accomplish anything. I can think of things to do all day but acting on it is like trying to pull a beached whale into the sea by yourself.

My dopamine levels probably need to be checked and all that but my doctors think I'm ridiculous asking about this.

I don't think I'm getting good care from my doctors and I see the way other patients are treated vs me and it's disheartening.

Dr Todd always said it was because they were insecure and threatened by me because I knew what took them years in school to understand.

But it's funny because I don't understand much easier things most people do. So they really shouldn't be scared of me. It's not like I'm taking thier job it's more like I speak the language.

And idk what the next special interest will be. For the longest it's been medical and while that does peak my interest it is becoming less interesting overall.

I wish I could get back into art but I have no muse and people don't understand my process. They think I can just produce like an assembly line.

The secret is I need a muse. Then I must be struck with the mood to create. Then I zone completely out and I'm back to reality and there's a painting I may or may not remember doing.

I miss ambien. I used to take it to help me sleep and it was great. But sometimes I'd fight sleep and have ambien adventures doing all sorts of odd things that were harmless. I was aware but didn't give a single fuck and everything felt like it should. I was taken off of it due to heart issues and told right before Dr. Todd got sick and passed that I could be back on it. My current psychiatrist is scared to give me anything because he's scared of the medical board. It's hard to get treated with what works and helps me function and had me functioning before because of that.

It makes me very tempted to try actual psychedelics. I do wonder if a mushroom trip would help any. I have plenty of friends that do and benefit from microdoses. I just don't know how I'd react. I wish I'd done that when I was younger. My sister has done alllll sorts of things. But she's not sought help for problems it doesn't alleviate.

She's still not contacted me or apologized. I have no bruising proof. I consider the time I have and if I should press charges so I can get the justice I deserve. I wouldn't want her in jail but she does deserve a punishment for what she did. My parents didn't really say anything to her about it afaik. They want me to blow it off and sweep it under the rug. If it had been me attacking her I'd be in a psych hospital or they'd definitely take everything from me.

Weaponizing financial care that I do currently need is very distressing. Telling me they'll take everything away is very distressing. Telling me that they'll call the coroner after attacking me and saying that they'll lie to the coroner to have me put away is so wrong. Just so He can get away with hurting me.

I don't understand why im so hated and why people say kind things about me but don't really want to be my friend unless there's something in it for them to use me for.

Travis is probably the only friend right now that doesn't use me. The thing is I don't fully trust him. He's an ex addict. My best friend was then she got sober then she relapsed and died. I have no hate in my heart for people suffering from addiction but holy shit the amount of bullshit they pull is astounding but I can spot it.

Travis knows I can spot the bullshit so he generally doesn't try me. It doesn't mean he won't though one day. That's why I don't even trust him fully.

I don't trust anyone fully really.

Here's Griffin being a cute little cryptid ESA.

I'm going to go decompress now and try to get rest. I'm still very overstimulated and overwhelmed and hypervigiliant.

[ramuneempiremtl]

Slave-kun's Happy Life in Another World: Chapter 7

"Calm down, Nove. Let's hear Hulk out."

"……Okay."

The knight-like person appeases the person in white.

There are two other people in the room, glancing at us but not joining the conversation.

My master is causing you trouble.

"It's exactly as it sounds. You've been looking for someone to do chores at the base. I bought him because he was cheap."

"……I was looking, but he's cheap for a reason. He's still a child, and the base isn't in this town. Please think before you act…"

I completely agree.

Being free is great, but freedom comes with responsibility.

"I am thinking. He was with that merchant group. It was perfect timing, we can hear what he has to say."

"What, really? Good job!"

"Right?"

It was a complete coincidence.

The person in white's anger vanished, and their mood instantly improved.

I was worried because of my master, but the party members seem to be decent people. Maybe my master is just really lucky.

The (temporary) leader glanced at us.

"So, did you get the story?"

"Yeah, he can't talk, so I'll tell you. But first, a bath and some food."

"Right. Let's talk after we calm down. A lot has happened while Hulk was gone… Aki, can you make something for us?"

"Yes."

The person the knight-like person called out to was a slender person with wild white hair and brown skin. They had the presence of a feline.

The feline person headed to the simple kitchen.

Is the feline person a cook?

"Ah, Daine, when you get out of the bath, take a look at him. He doesn't seem to have been healed properly."

"Whaaat? Healing?"

"I'm counting on you."

My master spoke to the person sprawled out on the couch. He was the largest person in the group. He might be a healer since they mentioned healing, but he's definitely a shield. He's a shield person. I can tell.

As I was observing the group, I was suddenly lifted up and taken to the bathroom.

This inn even has a bath in the room?

Amazing.

Before I knew it, my clothes were off, and I was covered in bubbles with my master. The soap lathers well. It smells like a good civilization.

I washed off the bubbles (there was also a shower, civilization is the best! Civilization is the best!), and I sighed as I sank into the hot water in the tiled bathtub.

How blissful.

It's like the days of hell were a lie. I wonder if they were a dream.

For the past month, or maybe even longer for this body, the accumulated fatigue seemed to melt away.

This is the first time I've taken a bath since coming here.

My master also has a blissful expression.

But wait.

Is it okay for me to take a bath as a slave? Shouldn't I be the one giving baths or something?

Why am I being taken care of?

"What's wrong? You look upset."

"I'm not."

"Hmm, you always have a grumpy face."

"I do not."

I replied grumpily. I was just fighting with my slave pride a little.

It's true that when I looked in the mirror, the face on this body was that of a grumpy, unhappy child. I'm not used to the messy, reddish-brown hair and pale green eyes, and I still can't believe I've been reincarnated or, rather, switched.

Let's change the subject.

"What's the Black party?"

"Hmm? Oh, that's the rank of an adventurer's party. They're divided by color. The lowest is white, and the highest is purple. You move up as you gain achievements."

"What about black?"

"It's the third from the top."

"Wow."

"Yeah, it's amazing."

So, they call the ranks of adventurer parties by color.

If it's the third from the top, it would be like a B-rank if you converted it to letters.

It's probably amazing.

"I want to be green next."

"Why?"

"Because green is a nice color!"

Green is a nice color.

My master seems to like the color green. I'll add this important, yet somewhat useless, information to my mental notepad.

We continued to talk about what kind of work adventurers do and what the royal capital is like, where the base is located.

I hadn't been able to talk for so long, so I asked about everything. My master answered dutifully. Talking is fun.

We talked for so long that we were all warm and cozy by the time we got out of the bath.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Naughty switch up||

Hi there dears, Peahen mom is here with a drabble. It's a request for a anon this time but lets see how this one goes hmm? :3

||Drabble summary||

It seems both Chris and Leon are trying to prove who was better and who's boyfriend was better as well. Even if both Kaiden and Tsubasa didn't mind it. However, it seems for one night that changed. Wanna see what that is? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~switching partners is present

~Heavy Nsfw is present in this drabble (If your under 18+ Please don't read this)

~Rough overstimulation is present

~Two competitive doms

||Guests in this drabble||

Chris redfield and Leon S. Kennedy are from the Resident evil verse but they are my muses

Both Kaiden Olvera and Tsubasa Connor belongs to my beloved friend @within-the-resort

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

"You want to do what?"

A shocked Leon S. Kennedy speaks while looking at Chris Redfield who was shocked as well. He was sighing to see his boyfriend Kaiden Olvera blushing red hearing this with a shocked expression. However, the one that requested the idea was his own boyfriend Tsubasa Connor.

"OH come on, it's a idea right? Second, it's just for one night. We should switch up a little to see how the other is. I'm curious to say since it seems Chris rocks Kaiden's world when he's in the mood." he smiled even if Kaiden covers his face that was red as a cherry.

"T..Tsubasa you can't be serious. We shouldn't do such a thing....and it would feel..off if we did it with each others boyfriends." he grumbled.

"Ohhhh, it's just a idea. Besides, my Leon is a wild beast in bed. Always knows what to do and tease. That's why he's amazing." he sighed with his smile.

"¡Estás loco, realmente loco!" Kaiden shouted pointing at Tsubasa but that's when he yelps feeling Tsu hug him from behind to smile.

"But it could be exciting....just for one night." he said nuzzling a flustered Kaiden even more.

"..I don't know..I mean I never expected Tsubasa to suggest such a thing. Even though I always do my best in-"

"I say we can try it."

Tsubasa, Kaiden, and Leon blinks to look at Chris to hear this. The other two were shocked but Tsubasa blinks to blush.

"You can't be serious."

"Oh I am. What's wrong Kennedy? Scared I'll prove I'm way better in bed than you?" he said with arms crossed that Leon's left eye twitched hearing that.

"..What's that suppose to mean!?" he said. "I'm just as good in bed as you!" he said.

"Uh huh..if you say so then prove it. For this one night, you have one chance to rock Kaiden's world. I always know how to make him feel good so...I wonder how you'll do it." he smirked.

"Grr....I'll show you! Fine, lets do it!" he said but Chris smiled to walk over but gently picks up Tsubasa who squeaked being picked up so easily. His face was red to hold onto him.

"If you wish..just try to beat me." he said to sit down but was holding Tsubasa close against his body with Leon looking to him then at a shy Kaiden.

".........Do we get a say in this?"

"No. So unless you want to lose.." he said but Leon sighs to sit but gently pulls Kaiden to him as he heard him squeak too. His hands were resting on his thighs feeling how plump they were.

"Seems we are good to go. I'll be sure to win this." Chris said.

"You won't beat me. I'll be sure to make him feel good as you would!" Leon said as Kaiden covers his face blushing red and Tsubasa giggling wondering how this would go.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In a few hours, Leon and Chris were naked panting heavily while Chris had Tsubasa in his lap while he was a crying dazed mess feeling his wet dripping hole fucked.

"Ohhh fuck what a m..monster you are! My poor hole is g..getting beaten to a pulp!" he moans twitching as he bounces on Chris's lap while he was squeezing and leaving light bites on his soft body. He chuckled hearing the praise that he even makes Tsubasa lay on his back thrusting deeper into him.

"Feels good right? I know I'm the best. Your already a wet crying mess and your just asking for more." he groans feeling Tsubasa tightening around him. However, he was burning up throwing his head back while moaning out in such a lustful tone. However, he heard a weak moan coming from beside him.

"Stop showing off!" Leon said to Chris but was having Kaiden on his knees while squeezing his plump thighs. They were so soft but it's no wonder Chris loves them. He was twitching feeling himself tightening around Leon as he was moaning out drooling from how good it felt.

"T…tan duro, eres tan duro y b…grande. ¡Va a romperme!" he moans out but grips the sheets as Leon went harder making Kaiden buck his hips back wanting more.

"Haaa see? I'm able to make him f..feel good. He's already a moaning mess under me." Leon teased that Chris got a bit jealous now getting Tsubasa on his knees still thrusting into him harder. The red head's eyes widen arching his back feeling Chris slamming into him.

"You mean I'm doing better. Tsubasa is already a wet mess and he's already came a while ago. I say I'm doing way better than you!" he said.

"No I am!" Leon said as both Kaiden and Tsubasa was screaming out from the thrusts that Kaiden feels Tsubasa lean over to kiss him deeply while they were whimpering together. The two saw this blushing a little when the two cuties break the kiss panting.

"Se siente tan…bien. Se siente tan bien Tsubasa…" he whimpers against Tsubasa's lips crying in a trance of the heated pleasure that Tsu giggled panting himself.

"I know right....Chris feels so good..my body is already breaking under him. He's got really good grip. Already spanking my pump ass....." he teased but he hisses feeling another slap to shake.

"Ah!?"

"Hey focus on me cutie. I'm not doing punishing you yet." Chris teased to pound into him as Tsubasa screams out throwing his head back. He felt Chris slamming down that he was cumming a little twitching.

Kaiden's eyes widen to see that but he twitched to feel Leon grab his wrists pounding into him as well. "Ahhhh!! W..wait! N..not there! Please it feels we..weird there!"

"No it don't..you feel good. I'll make you feel good this night.." Leon panted still slamming into him that the two were screaming, crying, and begging in pleasure. They were even holding each other's hands while screaming out. Their kissable lips parted while moaning out to the world.

They tried different positions to seeing the two kissing one another. Even seeing Chris and Leon growling feeling the two tightening when they got smacked on their asses. Even now, the two were in a daze, feeling their bodies coated in sweat while laying on their backs now.

"L..Leon..haaaaaa Leon please..i..It's coming again..I can't!!" Kaiden begs of him while feeling the other thrusting and hitting his spot.

"I'm so close...I feel so close now. I'm gonna cum too soon!" Tsubasa moans feeling Chris squeezing his chest but holding his arms seconds later.

"That's right...I'll be sure to make you cum for me. Prove to Leon I'm good." Chris teased.

"You are so cute Kaiden, even right now your showing I'm too good to Chris." Leon teased.

"So why don't you both cum for us? Show him I'm better!" the two said seeing Tsu and Kaiden arching their backs screaming.

"N..No more!!"

"I'm g..gonna!!!..I'm gonna!!"

Both Kaiden and Tsubasa feels the two quickening their hips before slamming them forward filling the two the brim to see the two arch their back gripping the bed.

"Cumming!! I'm cumming!!" they said at the same time cumming hard on themselves while Leon and Chris fills them up with their own seed. They were groaning feeling them tightening but both Kaiden and Tsubasa twitched panting and whimpering under them.

Seeing them this heated got both of them to get hard again before getting the two on their knees facing each other. Tsubasa and Kaiden held each others hands but blushed to look back.

"L..Leon?"

"C..Chris?"

Not saying anything, they started thrusting again making the two scream with Kaiden moaning out and Tsubasa purring from the roughness added.

"Ohhhh fuck what a b..beast!" Tsu teases Chris.

"A..again...hhaaaa..y..your not d..done?" Kaiden speaks looking at Leon.

"Oh no were not done. We have all night." Leon said to Kaiden now holding him by the hips still slamming into him as he moans out twitching.

"He's right. We have all night to prove who is better so you both better prepare....." Chris teased now holding Tsubasa who was shivering excited. They both knew this was going to be a long wet night. Though, it was worth it.

[ymiwritesstuff]

BoTW, OoT, TP and SS Link NSFW headcanons

As the title suggests, here are some of my own general NSFW headcanons for the different incarnations of the Hero of Hyrule. Featuring Breath of the Wild, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess and Skyward Sword Links. This is my first time ever writing headcanons so apologies if it’s a bit rough, but please enjoy!

S/O is female!

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

If I see that you’re a minor and interact with this post, I will block you.

Hero of the Wild

Definitely the most touch starved of all the Links

Like please, hold him

He's also much more open to having you take control more often

He honestly prefers a lot of the time

Loves the way your face twists in pleasure as you ride him

More than happy to switch if you get too exhausted

And when he is in control, he has two modes

One a bit rarer than the other

Gentle and sweet

Or an absolute beast (hey that rhymes)

Will make you feel good either way

In his softer mode he likes to have you close so he can kiss your neck or shoulder as he thrusts into you

In turn, if you trace over his many scars or kiss them

He shivers and whines under you

Will praise you and let you know how good you feel around him

Prefers to kiss you when you cum around his cock

When in his feral mode...

He growls into your ear as he fucks you from behind

Will use his hands a lot more hungrily

Slapping your ass

Grabbing your hips

And biting the skin of your neck

You love it

You're not sure what triggers this wild side of him

Most likely jealousy

You once tested this theory by side-eyeing another knight a little too suggestively

And well...

He made sure you knew who you belonged to

You couldn’t walk for days

And it felt like an eternity until the love bites on your neck finally disappeared

However no matter what mood he is in, he always cuddles you afterwards

He holds you close, as if he is afraid you'll slip away from him

Showers you with tiny kisses

Makes sure you know he loves you more than anything

“Don’t you dare look at anyone else like that. You’re mine.”

Hero of Time

The biggest and I mean the BIGGEST tease among the Links

Whispers the lewdest things in your ear while he fingers you

Loves how you squirm and whine at his touch

Has a relatively high sex drive

Thinks about you almost nonstop

Not very ideal when he's fighting through a wave of Stalfos

Often finds himself taking care of his desires in a secluded forest

He can't help but to imagine your hand around his cock as he jerks off

Sighs and groans of pure bliss leave his lips

When he does get to you he makes sure to make love to you in the most passionate way possible

His hands roam around your body, exploring every curve in a way that makes you moan

Calls you "Princess" and loves when you clench around him when he does so

His low voice right next to your ear sends shivers down your spine

Despite being mostly the one in control, Time doesn't mind you riding his dick once in a while

His hands would once again be on you, his hungry eyes watching as your tits bounce up and down oh so deliciously

Loves to praise you and tell you how good you make him feel

Time would love to fuck you somewhere semi-public

Maybe in one of the alleyways in Castle Town

Adores the thrill that comes with it

He would make it so difficult for you to stay quiet

It’s akin to a small game between the two of you

With the way his cock feels inside of you and his absolutely filthy words against your ear,

At least a few moans are bound to escape your pretty lips

Just the way he likes it

“Such a dirty girl... Cum for me, Princess. I promise to make you feel good.”

Hero of Twilight

If you thought Wild got feral

Meet Twilight

As soon as he turned back to a human, you noticed the change

He was a lot rougher than usual

He left marks on your skin like never before

His thrusts were fiercer and faster

Every time he looks at you, his instincts seem to take over

Loves to make you scream for him

He growls

He bites

He digs his fingers into your flesh, leaving you with bruises

It's partially involuntary, he can't explain it

Something just overcomes him as he fucks you

At first, he was worried that he was hurting you

But you assured him that you loved it

That said, there are times when he isn't pounding you to oblivion with all his might

During those moments, he's gentle

Wants to make you feel good

Uses his mouth and tongue to eat you out in a way that makes you see stars

You don't know how he does it, but he leaves you breathless each time

Similarly, he is obsessed with the way you use your mouth on him

Sometimes he's animal instincts are threatening to take over and he has to use all his willpower not to start fucking your mouth

Not that you'd mind

He's just afraid you won't like it

If you let him, he is most definitely going to want to tie you up and torture you in all kinds of ways

He'll make you cum for him so many times it feels like your head is spinning

Rewards you with kisses and a massage for being so perfect for him

“So good for me... You feel so good, sweetheart.”

Hero of the Skies

Sweet sweet sky child

The embodiment of a perfect gentleman

Puts your pleasure before his own

When doing the deed, he constantly makes sure you feel good

Asking if what he’s doing to your body is something you like

And every time it is

He leaves feathery touches on your skin

He is more than happy to go by your rules

You want him to eat you out? As you wish.

You want to be on top? Absolutely.

Anything for you

Despite him wanting you to feel the most amount of pleasure possible, he doesn’t mind you pleasuring him just as much

He goes absolutely crazy when you take all of him in your mouth, keeping eye contact the whole way through

His cheeks would flush red, whimpers would leave his lips

He would just melt under you

It’s especially erotic if you make him cum with your mouth alone and swallow all of his hot seed

Of course, he would pay you back equally well

His favorite place to have sex is simple

His room at the knight academy

He loves the intimacy when you’re on his bed, though sometimes he fucks you against a wall if he is impatient

Though you once jerked him off during class

Suddenly keeping quiet was a lot more difficult for him

He has a playful side to him that loves to tease you

He would get you nice and wet with his fingers, leaving you begging for his cock

Of course, you don’t have to wait for long, he is more than delighted to please you

Leaves open mouthed kisses on every inch of your body while he fucks you

Needless to say, you’re never left unsatisfied

“Keep telling me what to do, angel. I want you to feel good...”

[sailorhyunjinz]

How do u think skz would react when you try to unbuckle their belt while cuddling?? ALSO I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUCH AHHHH

I saw this one TikTok here:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMey6JRXs/

THANK UUU OMG <333 and also that tiktok,,,, PHEW 

OK HERE GOES QUICK REACTION WOOP

Warnings; skz x gn!reader, SMUT, sub/dom!skz, slight fluff, handjobs, somnophilia, nicknames, orgasm (m), mentions of cum, choking. 

Bangchan

giggle central 

nah bitch you’re awakening a demon

theres this like,,, switch that flips??

so in the beginning its all cute yk,,, slowly feeling him up, tracing small figures on his abdomen before your hand lands on his crotch

UH OH ,,, danger zone ;))

you start palming him through the rough material of his pants, every touch getting him more and more hard until...

you unbuckle his belt with one hand

OOF he turns around in the speed of light, hovering above you

“is my princess/prince needy?”

you nod softly, feeling heat rush to your cheeks

“y-yes,,, could you help me?”

Minho

not shy, not me LMAO 

he enjoys this a lot

you know that like,,, smug smirk he does??? YEAH THAT

he even helps you unbuckle his belt just to make it easier for you to slip your hand in, jerking him off slowly as he squirms beside you.

“you drive me crazy y/n” he chuckles, closing his eyes gently as he enjoys your hand stroking his length, his tip already leaking.

“that’s why you love me” you answer back, minho always finding your wit extremely sexy 

shamelessly cums 

you look at him surprised when he cums faster than he usually does

“what? what you expect me to not cum when you do that? tsk,,,” he turned back around, taking your arms and wrapping them around himself.

Changbin

do you want to die? because you will from how turned on binnie gets 

not only is he excited as FUCK to be the little spoon but you treating him so well and offering to jack him off? HELLO? he’s swooning over you

a little bit like chan where it would be all fluffy and cute before the sound of his belt buckle echoes throughout the room and his eyes just fill with lust. 

i feel like these scenarios always start infront of a movie?? AHSHA SO LETS GO WITH THAT

alright, binniebaby is little spoon and wanted to play with him,,,yk,, wanting to see him all worked up 

you try to be as sneaky as you can, inching closer to his belt as he was intently watching the screen. 

suddenly his dark hoarse voice spoke;

“you want it so bad?”

BRUH SHIVERS 

you retract your hand but he grabs it, places it back and unbuckles his belt himself

“have your fun, baby”

Hyunjin

you know that fine line between innocent and horny?

yeah he lives for that

the thought that you can go from being all cuddly, nuzzling your face against his back to your hand secretly creeping down his body, tugging on his belt BRUH HE GOES FERAL

if he’s really tired or just not in the mood if feel like he would simply hold your hand or place it on his warm cheek

NAH BUT THINK ABOUT THIS;

him sleeping and you cuddling him, him being the little spoon

and you unbuckle his belt with utmost care, not wanting to wake him up

you start stroking his soft dick that gets harder in your hand

he shuffles awak, not really understanding whats going on until he’s just pushed by this feeling of pleasure

“wha- y/n?!” 

“shhh, dont move” you whisper in his ear as he blinks a couple of times, trying to wake up.

then he realises... 

he just laughs, his hair falling in his slightly puffy face

dont mind me missing my baby :((

Jisung

bruv do that and before you know it he’s the biggest sub you’ve ever met OOP SORRY

i believe in the fact that jisung is the biggest fan of handjobs AND YALL CANT CHANGE MY MIND

imagine one hand unbuckling his belt and the other one wrapped around his throat that’s already bruised by some wild sex you guys had days earlier

his body goes limp as his dick goes hard yall

he just melts in your hands, already whimpering from your hand palming him

you hold him against your chest by the neck, pushing gently on the sides as you plunge your hand down his pants, the buckle making a metal-like sound(?ok english master?)

you trace up and down his erect dick, feeling him twitch under your touch and he feels a bit shy when you chuckle

“d-dont laugh!!” he says, puffing out his cheeks as he’s curling his toes, your hand fucking his length

“how can i not? you’re adorable, ji”

the biggest blush spreads across his face as he bites his lip, trying to muffle a moan.

Felix

i get this feeling that he would just let it happen?? ;))

he’d pretend to not mind it / pretending to sleep 

but inside he’s freaking the fuck out

hard from just that LMAO

when you slip your hand inside of his pants he momentarily gasps, not expecting you to be so direct

“y-y/n” 

he starts getting shy, his words slurring the more you stroke him, running your thumb over his delicate slit that was already decorated with a bead of precum

the only word he’s able to form is your name :((

bruh he cums quickly, why? because he’s being held by you

feeling your warm presence behind him makes him feel both safe and vulnerable

Seungmin

ok at first he would grab your hand, placing it on his chest instead since little puppy wants to rest

do it again and he would turn around, look at you with those DAMN PUPPY EYES

“what you want? attention?”

the two of you laugh as he holds his hand on yours, you softly gliding it down to his crotch

“hm? nothing” 

you say, acting coy but seungmin only laughs

“i think my baby wants attention~” he cooes at you, booping your nose and you scrunching it up.

“n-no, i want you”

seungmin smiles lazily

“should i give it to you?” he says with a teasing tone as he guides your hand up and down his length.

Jeongin

SHIELD HIM FROM THE HORNINESS 

these teenage hormones flying all over the place 

his mind is like tv static for a second before he even registers what going on

BECAUSE HE DIDNT EXPECT IT??

the two of you were simply cuddling as you usually do,,, but he being the small spoon this time

and then boom, a hand around his dick

simply too weak for your touch so he doesnt even try to remove your hand

the teeeeny tiiiiiny whimpers that come out from his as soon as your touch his dick :((

that gradually become louder as you stroke him faster, him turning his head to the side, not wanting you to see how badly he’s blushing

“i wanted to cuddle,,, but this- this is fine too” he says, giggling and rubbing his hair in pleasure. 

[yeoreos]

avid || jjk (m)

pairing: demon!jungkook x human!reader

genre: 18+, smut

summary: jungkook finds you at a bar and sets you as his night's target

warnings: oh lord smut. lots and lots of smut.

wc: 4k

note: i was kind of lazy to finish it, but hey, its 4k of foreplay; nothing beats that! (also sorry for not posting in a while i was busy with beginning of year exams *cries*)

jungkook first noticed you in a bar. on weekends, it was transformed into a seedy nightclub. he liked to go there while he was looking for something to eat; something to conquer for the night. he discovered a plethora of attractive females and, each with broken hearts and hungry gazes - all yearning for a nighttime lover.

he never believed his eyes when they landed on you. the state you were in was pitiful. he guessed that you had just broken up with this boyfriend of yours, hence the mascara and ruined makeup on your face. or perhaps it was a platonic breakup. despite your state, his mahogany orbs never left your figure. what a cute thing you were.

a pretty face that was exactly his type, the perfect curves of your tits, hips, and ass has his knees weak. if you were to ask, he would give.

of course, his initial plan had been thrown out the window the instant he saw you. you leaned against the bar, accepting an order, with a grin on your lips. It sparked something in him, all the confidence (whether it be from the alcohol in your veins or not, it didn't matter to him) and allure.

he knew your name. how could he miss the way your own name rolled off of your tongue so easily? how could he miss the way your lips formed a smirk after seeing jungkook? how could he miss your scent when you pulled him in to kiss you?

this was jungkook's specialty, depravity. wherever he went, he brought a tale of wickedness and depravity with him, the quality hooking onto him like a magnet.

he was a fallen angel, to be sure. a demon, a fallen angel. to be more specific, an incubus. he fed off of sex and vice, appetites and irrational cravings. he drank often in front of ladies like you, at bars or in beds, whose gazes wracked over him, and he fed off of human energy.

over time, after a handful of centuries, he had gotten bored of playing the same old games in bed. jungkook knew what he wanted, however, he was never able to satisfy that itch in the back of his throat, yearning for something to quench his sinful thirst.

he was tired, watching from atop the hill nearby, where he watched the sun rest for the night. just like you had. the darkness of the night overtook the city of seoul and jungkook knew it was his hour to strike; to feed his thirst.

so, the demon went after you, hovering over your small figure over the pathetic excuse of a bed. the soft rising and falling of your chest and the soft snores that escaped from your mouth once in a while, was all the proof jungkook needed that you were fast asleep.

jungkook extended his hand towards you, brushing his knuckles on your cheek, a tremor coursing through his body as a result of the contact. the energy you were emitting caused every molecule in his body to twitch in response. captivating.

oh how badly he wanted a taste.

when you stirred a little, a small groan leaving your lips, jungkook stilled. had you woken up? however, it was just a small movement you were causing in your sleep which allowed you to further curl up against the pillow.

he grinned.

it was time.

"let's go in that dream of yours, shall we?"

-

when he opened his eyes again, jungkook didn't expect himself to be in the same bar, be in the same exact position as before. however, this time, you were looking directly at him with your hungry eyes, mimicking his.

ever since heaven had decided to clip his wings, jungkook gave up on the little purity he had left, letting himself follow his heart.

so that's why he felt no shame in eyeing your figure up and down multiple times.

it wasn't necessarily anything that stood out about you, but it was just the aura you were giving off, that sweet feminine scent that lingered near the air around you, that small curve of your lips. but it might have mostly been the way you called for him, despite not knowing his name.

"hello, handsome."

jungkook didn't really have a preference when coming to his targets. he didn't prefer virgins; he always thought that they were inexperienced and didn't know how to give a good head. he didn't prefer the experienced either; he always thought that they knew too much and made the sex too sloppy. it was somewhere in between. and by the looks of it, you seemed like the perfect target. it had his insides churning, a long yearning for a good fuck. he thought he was going crazy.

throughout his centuries of living, he saw empires and clans of royalty fall and rebuild itself, being reborn. he didn't go out of his way to feel good, but he took whatever the universe offered to him. in this case, it was you.

when the surroundings suddenly changed to a much quieter one, where no one was bumping into each other, jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. it did not, however, take him long to notice that you were in the premises of your bedroom, the small plants on your windowsill being a huge clue.

“who are you?” you inquired, your voice scarcely audible. smirking, the man took a step forward. in contrast to his sparkling eyes, the moonlight from the window follows his body flawlessly, giving him a blue tone on his skin. you became aware of his exposed skin due to his lack of clothing. as you took in his powerful body, a flicker of longing tingled between your legs.

the man stayed deafeningly silent. instead, the man crept onto the bed, trailed by what appeared to be a shadow. you kept a tight eye on his every move because you couldn't move. you felt yourself spreading your legs wide as he crept over top of you. you had a tremendous want to feel him and be completely consumed by him.

despite being a demon, a sex demon (literally), jungkook still understood the morals of consent, making sure it was his top priority. after all, he wouldn't want it if he was in your position.

"are you okay with what's going to happen?" his words were like a captivating chime in your ears, quickly relaxing you and making you desire more. you found yourself placing our hands on his shoulders in order to feel his silky skin. how was it possible for a man to be both burning hot and icy cold at the same time? the dampness between your legs was unbearable, and you were drawn to him with all your might. your nipples perked beneath your shirt as you didn’t wear a bra to bed, you remembered. this made sense. something you remembered vividly. just a shirt and panties was all you wore to bed. clearly you must be dreaming, so you may as well indulge without regret.

"y-yes." you dropped your hands to grasp your shirt and pull it over your head to display your nakedness while looking into the man's eyes. with a hunger for your every move, he kept an eye on you. as he glanced over you, his throat vibrated with a palpable growl. you noticed he was completely hard as your gaze slid down your body with his. in a humble tone, you inquire, "is this real? this isn't a dream, is it?"

the man's grin makes your entire body twitch. you feel him quickly remove your underpants and fling it somewhere off the bed. you become acutely aware of the excitement between your legs as well as the heat emanating from his body. he lowers himself still more until he's right up against your door.

“would you prefer to be dreaming... or would you prefer to be here with me?” the man inquires, his tone innocent but with a sinister undertone.

when you reached for your thighs to give yourself some relief, there was nothing there. as your eyes scanned your surroundings, all you could feel was the chill of your own flesh. red. your vision was completely red. it was almost as if someone had brought in a red mood lamp and shone it throughout the room. it was entirely painted in a bright crimson color. your epidermis. the walls on all four directions. it was all red.

everything seemed hazy and perplexing, and you wondered where you were. you were in a new environment. some may even argue it was a living hell.

you sat up and wrapped yourself in the nearest blanket you could locate before standing up. warm wooden floorboards greeted your bare feet. “what?” kneeling down, you firmly pressed your hand on the wood once again to be sure you weren't hallucinating, but then again, what's to say you weren't hallucinating the whole thing?

'im not a lunatic... you thought to yourself as the warm sensation of the wood stretched across your palm. you straightened up and looked about your flat, trying to figure out what you could do about the red. you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red. nibbling on your lower lip gently, you stood up straight and began to look around your apartment to see if there was anything you could do about the red.

the door to your bedroom squeaks open just as you were ready to turn on the light switch. the sound reverberated throughout the room with such eerie intensity that you were nearly persuaded your tv had turned back on and was showing yet another horror movie. then something happened. from your room, a man who could only be described as the devil strolled in as if he owned the place. you would be fascinated by this man's beauty if he hadn't just walked in like that. a scar runs from the left side of his jaw all the way down to his neck, giving him a strong jawline. his delicate yet sharp-looking features are caressed by soft wild hair, and his adorable small head is adorned with two pointy horns. it was the eyes, though, that drew your attention.

not the fact that he emerged from your room shirtless. nor the fact that he had claws and a commanding tail swishing back and forth. no, it was those soulless black eyes that were piercing right through you. your very being. you were in some type of trans as the mystery man - no, not man - thanks to those black coals. devil. That sounded more like it.

you couldn't take your gaze away, but as your feet shuffled you further away from this entity, they did all the thinking for you. it only appeared to encourage the beast to keep going before you pressed up against him and the wall. as you summoned the strength to speak up, your grip on the blanket trembled a little. “wh-what are you looking for?” your voice faded away quietly.

the devil had smirked at your frailty and little dread before running a clawed hand through your unkempt hair “i'm starving, my love.” before leaning in and drinking in your aroma, it spoke in the lowest, almost infantile voice. “won't you feed me nice and well, love? after all, you did want this to be real, right?” you weren't sure if it was the tone of his voice or the proximity, but you nodded in accord.

he grabbed your neck and ran his tongue across his lips before taking you into a harsh but passionate kiss. soft cherry red lips ravished your lips in a ravenous embrace while his hands roamed across your body, grasping and groping everything it could find.

a deep moan emerged from both of you as you felt the tightness of his jeans against your leg, causing a burning feeling. the burning of want burned through your skin everywhere he touched, everywhere he invaded with his mouth, hands, and body. it was almost a nasty, twisted euphoria that made your cunt clench around nothing in eagerness.

as the unnamed monster looked you up and down, an almost animalistic growl exited his throat as he took a deep inhale, you gasped for air. “love, you smell so fucking amazing for me.” he spoke in hushed tones through little pockets of air. “you're so delicious that i could devour you whole.”

the very thought of doing so appeared to amuse him, as he let out a brief but malicious laugh before narrowing his focus to the blanket still clinging to you.

with a scowl on his face, he clasped his larger hand around the one holding the blanket in place before yanking at it, only to have you keep it in place. the devil, with his head cocked to the side, gazed at you, perplexed, as if he didn't understand what you were doing.

“it's just that,” you murmured, tightening your jaw at the gaze those empty eyes gave you like a chill up your spine, "i feel comfortable like this...” you muttered the last bit, swallowing any spit you had.

but there was no justification or apology for him, so he raised his claw into the air and cut the blanket, ripping it open wide.

fear, as well as the lust racing through your veins, were clouding your judgment once more. the notion that his claws were so near to slicing you terrified you and turned you on like nothing you'd ever experienced. it gave a sense of how perilous it was to be so near to this creature, which was part of what made it so thrilling.

"baby, nothing is safe when i'm around."

those words, on the other hand, did it for you. you reached out to him as soon as you dropped the tattered blanket on the floor, exposing yourself to him. you drew him back into another intense kiss by wrapping your arms around him and springing up to wrap your legs around his waist. as he grasped your thighs to keep you in place, he was caught completely off guard by your sudden bravery.

each passing breath spent on one another battling for control, hips sliding up against each other as your damp panties rubbed up against his encaged dick, which was most definitely pressing painfully against the denim trousers he was wearing, made the kiss more hungry and animal-like. the cool contact of skin moving up against your back and down your underwear made you whimper.

despite his animalistic state, you always thought he was beautiful, a rare creature. "you're beautiful," you murmured, oblivious to the fact that you were saying it aloud. he laughed with his head tilted back. his neck was big and thick, but it was the raised markings that went all the way around it that caught your eye; they were woven together like chains, as if he had been choked with scorching metal.

the demon kissed you long and hard, barely pausing to breathe. His tongue was lengthy and had a split down the center. it was a novel experience that was strangely addictive. you became engrossed in the way it encircled your own. with his fangs, the monster simply paused to tug on your lower lip. as his hand moved down to your thigh, you let out a faint little groan.

he sang, “such a good girl,” as he drew you up into his arms. Jungkook snatched you up like feather. as you placed your legs around his tiny waist, his arms bulged. before he entered your room, he gave you a lengthy, scorching kiss. you had your arms around his neck, sliding your fingers through his hair and scraping against the base of one of his horns as an experiment.

the devil looked down at you as you lay on your bed, his crimson eyes flashing in the dim light. only those eyes and the white-tipped base of his horns could be seen with the moon blearily seeping through your blinds. it felt as though the monster beneath your bed had arrived to devour you. slowly, he moved his hand up the wall, flicking on the light and bathing you both in a golden glow.

you eventually let your gaze drift away from his, focusing on his toned chest, tight waist, and muscular thighs. when you noticed the bulge yearning to be freed from his pants, you licked your lips. he finally went closer, his lips brushing against yours as he crept between your legs. his hands crept up to the band of your shorts, the heat of his palm scorching and heavy on your bare thighs.

he yanked your shorts down your hips and flung them behind him as he kissed you. he tore through your shirt even quicker, softly cursing as he saw your naked breasts. you yanked on his shirt, trying to get a better look at him and to touch every scrap of exposed flesh you could discover. he sat back and yanked his shirt off, displaying golden skin stained with crimson ink and muscular abs that rippled with each breath. you were so focused on his appearance that you almost missed the expression in his eye as he glanced down at you.

“fuck, you look like an angel,” he said, reaching down to rip your panties apart, only to shred them. your moist lips were exposed by the chilly air as you gasped. at the sight, he bit his lower lip and groaned. “very gentle and plaint." slowly, he ran his hands down your body, starting at the rib cage and working their way down to your thighs.

his fingers became hotter and hotter along the way, till they were on the verge of burning. until he came to your knees and quickly shoved your legs apart and up, crimson streaks remained on your skin. smirking at your hiss of pain, his palms pushed your thigh back till they touched your chest. “so ready to be used,” he states.

"please do."

“well, angel, since you asked so nicely,” he leaned very close to your cunt and licked a lengthy strip. his forked tongue slithered inside your slit, relishing in the lengthy groan that came out of your mouth. he swirled above the opening for a minute, then slipped just the tip of it inside when you finally relaxed against him.

jungkook gradually started penetrating your pussy with his tongue. the warm, slithery appendage that slithers in and out of you with increasing ease, flicking at your g-spot and making you whine in delight. you exhaled with relief when he licked up to your clit, only to scream when he clamped his mouth over the delicate nub and sucked hard enough for you to see stars.

moans and groans emitted from your lips and the demon could have sworn he had never heard anything prettier. his mouth salivates against your lips, only causing him to dip down near your entrance and trail his tongue back to your little nub. oh how sweet you were.

"my angel's already close to cumming?" there was no denying that. he had already noticed you were quickly approaching your high by the way you tugged on his locks and the way your moans became higher in pitch.

the demon took two of his long fingers and slipped them into your pussy, a squelching noise emitting from the action. you tugged so hard on your lips that it was plump and swollen, the irony blood almost spilling from them. he quickly started pumping his fingers and curling it, sending you seeing stars. he wanted you to get ready for the real deal (aka his cock).

"god, please fuck me, please please i'm so close to cumming but i wanna cum on your cock, please," if it weren't for you sounding so pretty and desperate for him, the demon would have prolonged the foreplay.

“there is no ‘god' here,” he hissed, sliding two fingers inside your pussy and sucking hard on your clit as you almost shouted in delight. his fingers curled within you quickly, drawing you closer to the brink. your fingers ran aimlessly through his hair, yanking it back to keep him near. you scratched on one of his horns with your nails.

it wasn't until another orgasm crashed upon you that the demon stopped.

you were spent; messy hair, hazy eyes, drool dripping down your chin and onto your neck and some parts of your chest.

as sly as a fox, you felt jungkook pressing his heavy length on your clit, the warmth and hardness of it evident in the way it pressed up against the little nub. jungkook evilly rutted against the bundle, sending sharp pleasures erupting from the mere action.

you thought he would stop at a few thrusts, however, jungkook had other plans in mind. those being seeing you completely helpless underneath him (not like you weren't before).

with one more came a push, your insides clenching and squeezing the head of his cock like a vice. jungkook stills above you; only the tip in and you're already this tight? he allows a shaky breath to reveal itself from his throat, the sound coming out a little more strangled and choked that he intended it to be.

you took him inch by glorious inch. the two of you reveled in the pleasure, drinking off of each other's moans and heat.

the rest of the night was spent in each other's arms. it wasn't romantic, but it sure as hell was full of pleasure.

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Dirty ABCs | Jungkook and Candy

Let’s celebrate birthday boy with early NSFW alphabet!!! LET’S GOOOOO

Pairing: Jungkook x reader/OC (Candy)

Wordcount: 2.1k

Genre: headcanons

Rating: 18+. Minors, do not interact.

Here’s my masterlist, enjoy!

Trigger warnings: switch!jk, switch!candy, swearing. Unprotected sex (penetrative and oral — REMEMBER TO USE PROTECTION AND GET CHECKED REGULARLY), double penetration, quickies, creampie, cockwarming, cum eating. Marking, biting, scratching. Masturbation, boobjobs. Mention of mommy kink. Public foreplay, semi-public sex, exhibitionism. Degradation, praise kink, dirty talking, edging, sensory deprivation, overstimulation, multiple orgasms. Predator/Prey dynamics. Choking. Bondage. Toys (vibrators, cockrings, sex swing… 👀). Mild torture (?). Platonic spanks.

Beta read by my better half, @joheunsaram

Aftercare: Jungkook likes cuddles and pillow talk after sex. He’s very traditional about it. He enjoys how vulnerable he feels and how tender Candy is towards him. He really enjoys the softness of it all, and most importantly being babied. He wants tiddies and a nap. Candy is all about spoiling her boyfriend after he’s burnt out and satisfied. She loves how pliant and open he feels afterwards, how easy it is to connect with him and just let him vent about his worries.

Body part: Another tiddie man. He just loves how soft and relaxing it feels to rest his head on Candy’s breasts. He also loves her hair and how good it always smells. He lives to nuzzle into her neck and breathe her in. Candy loves Jungkook’s back. It’s the sexiest thing ever and she likes watching his back muscles flex when he’s fucking her. She also loves his waist, so dainty and feline. And of course his eyes. She could stare into his loving dark irises for hours. They’re so expressive.

Cum: Inside. Jungkook always wants inside. Her mouth is a close second, but if given the chance he wants to sink deep into her and bathe in the scent of her while sheathed in her warmth. It feels natural and romantic and loving. There’s no other place he would want to be other than inside her, all the time. Candy is okay with anything he wants. Watching his peaceful, serene expression after he’s fucked her hard and has found his orgasm inside her is ultimately one of the reasons why she loves having sex with Jungkook.

Dirty secret: Jungkook had been secretly nursing a mommy kink for a while. It did pop up once during one of his and Candy's little encounters, but it's not something he feels ready to face. He is so ashamed of it. Candy is really into Jungkook being her whiny, subby, precious good boy. She only wants to spoil him rotten all the time. However she can't stop thinking about all the girls out there willing to give up a lung to have a one night stand with him. Sometimes she just wishes she could dominate him in public. Tie him up, ride him raw till he's dry.

Experience: Jungkook has had only one partner, with whom the sex felt pretty awful. He didn't really think he was into it or could go that wild before he and Candy started sleeping together. Candy is fairly experienced. She has had three or four short term relationships. Maybe a couple flings.

Favourite position: Jungkook can't pick just one. Well, actually yes: missionary, but with Candy's legs pressed together and thrown over his shoulder but also spread apart, her knees pressed to her shoulders. Candy really likes it when he picks her up and fucks her against the wall, or when he gets really creative. That usually entails lots of laughing and joking and communicating.

Goofy: maybe. It depends. If they're making love, then I do see Jungkook getting emotional and Candy brightening the mood with cute jokes and compliments. They do tend to be goofy when they're together, but usually not during sex. It's either a very emotionally raw moment or vicious fucking.

Hair: Jungkook shaves. He's a neat freak and shaves. He does so religiously. Candy is not that consistent, sometimes she shaves, sometimes she trims. Depends on the mood.

Intimacy: it's very demure but it's there. You wouldn't notice it because the moment Jungkook enters beast mode, it's pretty much degradation and overstimulation all over the place. But it's there too! It's in the mere fact that he trusts her enough to forget how to be civil and decent and just unleashes himself all over her. For the first ten times or so it's shy and attempted, he tiptoes around the very edge of control, but once she tells him she loves him, he goes all out and never stops. He explores and pleases. That's his nature. Candy is the one that grants intimacy the most. He knows he can go wild because she's his anchor, keeping things loving and gentle and tender even through the storm. Now, once Jungkook subs though… intimacy galore. Little touches and small kisses and endless tight hugs. Her first goal is to make him feel safe. And that happens through intimacy.

Jack off: These two? Really? No, you didn't understand. If Jungkook has even a remote chance of cumming inside her, there's no way he's masturbating. He will 300% ignore his instincts until he can have her. And it's pretty difficult for Candy not to be in the mood — or not to get into the mood, if need be. She's also not one for masturbating. She does it only when he's not available, be it because he's abroad or he's too busy. But he's always her first choice. Generally speaking it might happen that he's not in the mood and she decides to take a quick shower and deal with it herself, but usually he's joining her after a couple minutes, his mind changed, a bunny smile on his face as he winks and hops in.

Kink: First and foremost, cockwarming. Creampies shortly after. Candy has a thing for marking him, especially scratches down his muscular upper back. Their kinks depend on who's domming: if it's Jungkook, there's plenty of degradation and high chances of predator/prey dynamics. He gets very horny if Candy plays hard to catch, and he discovers it accidentally, after Candy stole the last serving of his favourite snack. Useless to say, the snack was forgotten and they fucked on the floor. Candy likes choking (receiving) and pretty much anything Jungkook is willing to try. She can't wait to try double penetration with him, she's just waiting for him to open up about the topic. When domming, she's into sensory deprivation, bondage, praise kink and edging, especially when boobjobs are involved, since JK is particularly sensitive about the topic. As long as she has him whining and begging below her, she's ready to try anything.

Location: Well, the bedroom is the place of choice for most occasions. Not always though. The shower is a strong opponent. If they do get naughty outside of their home, it's usually in quite private places too. Hotel rooms. Club or restaurant bathrooms. Foreplay in the lift and on the dance floor — mostly Candy rubbing herself all over Jungkook. Well, they did get nasty in a cave once, but that's another story.

Motivation: as I said, playing catch with Jungkook is always a good way to get him in the mood. He's extremely weak for breasts, so anything regarding those is a hot topic too. Candy often wears loose/low neck shirts and leans over, offering him a glimpse of her lack of bra. Low neckline and no bra usually means "please, fuck me across the living room, thank you" in Candy language. While for Candy, watching Jungkook work out or just get sweaty and flirty is a total panty snatcher. You'll find her bent over, ass up, ready for the take.

No: Jungkook doesn't like receiving degradation. Memories of his ex make him uncomfortable with that. Other than that, he strongly opposes to anything that involves hardcore domination. He can be a dom, but he's extremely sensitive about what he does and some acts are a bit too aggressive for his opinion. Candy hadn't tried anything unconventional before Jungkook, and so far all her past no's have turned into hard yes with Jungkook. She's still exploring her limits.

Oral: Jungkook? Hell yes. He likes receiving but he by far prefers giving, especially when Candy is domming or directing him. He could do that for hours, and his love for the act almost rivals that of our local kitty cat Yoongi. His true joy is being rewarded going for multiples with his head between Candy's thighs. Especially if he's cum inside her. Not too fast though, he needs some cockwarming first. Candy is a true fan of giving head. She especially likes doing so when Jungkook is in a subby and bratty mood. Listening to him getting vocal about his appreciation is always the greatest compliment to her, and also an excellent way to discipline him when he gets cocky.

Pace: Fast. Hard. That's all there is. If he's setting the pace, it's outright demonic, hitting at least 74bpm (it's Kiwi by Harry Styles in halftime). Yes, he can go slower, usually when he's in lover boy mode or even better, when he's trying to show Candy who's the boss. Slow, lazy rolls of his hips reaching unknown depths. If Candy's on top/domming it's all about it being intimate, calm, relaxing even. She wants Jungkook to explore a sensuality he is too rushed and forceful for. Through her slow and steady approach she helps him embrace a more feminine and spiritual sexuality that borders on the psychological and tantric.

Quickie: yes. Hard yes. He is the best with quickies. Just get it over with so they're both relieved and they can chat about their day while he's still inside her. There's not much to say. Just yes.

Risk: they prefer avoiding it, however they're young and experimenting, therefore they do sometimes get a bit past the safety line. The biggest risk for them is doing anything where they could be spotted, therefore they're really subtle and overall not too explicit about anything happening in a semi-public context. Except, that one time while they were on holiday, of course. And that other time in which Candy almost jerked him off in a restaurant before blowing him in his car.

Stamina: Insane. Jungkook's stamina is more about endurance rather than control. He can make Candy cum five or six times while he cums twice and is more than glad. He can go for two consecutive rounds without breaking a sweat. For himself he's usually more than happy with a round of foreplay and one of fucking, but if he's determined enough, he can last one more. He usually doesn't push himself that far though, he does when he's been deprived for long enough.

Toy: Although toys aren't usually a part of their sex life, they do use them every now and then. Vibrators, vibrating cockrings, oh! And their sex swing, of course. That's what they use the most, yes.

Unfair: If Jungkook is in hard dom mode, he is very unfair, plenty of teasing and taunting matched with mockery and degradation. He can keep Candy on her toes for a full hour, giving her small reprieve every here and there. Candy is also equally torturous: if she's domming, she's not done edging him until he's whining, sobbing, begging and possibly crying.

Volume: Normally, Candy is very quiet however, Jungkook always goes the extra mile to make her moan and whine, especially if he's eating her out. Jungkook can be especially eloquent with his sounds: grunting and groaning are typically for his dommier side, while whining and whimpering are usually for his subby one. Moaning is all over the place. Consider also a good amount of murmuring and mumbling some dirty talking. Not too much though.

Wild card: Jungkook likes his hair being combed during aftercare. Candy always relaxes while he speaks loving words to make up for the degradation and mockery. She could fall asleep while combing his hair, she's just that tired and comfortable. Also! When he installed the sex swing in their room, he decided it was a good idea to have permanent hooks on the ceiling, mask them with fake plants. Crackhead.

X-Ray: Jungkook has a nice cock. Not too long, not too thick but it has an upward curve that makes stuff interesting. He's probably around six or seven inches. Candy has objectively nice breasts, full, round, truly well structured. And she has a nice ass too, Jungkook likes squeezing it when she throws her leg on top of him during cuddles. He also spanks it a few tens of times a day — not in the sexual way tho, but more in that encouragement/comradery way he has learnt with the guys.

Yearning: Jungkook can go without sex for a long time. I'm talking about a month and more. It's not a priority for him, except right after he and Candy sleep together for the first time, when he needed to get rid of the high. With him, everything is very inconsistent: one week you're having sex every day, and the following one, he's just all about the cuddles and fluff. Candy is up for anything, however she prefers having sex at least once or twice a week. Both feel safe to initiate without fearing being denied. For them, arousal is very easily built through playing and bantering.

Zzz: both take a while to fall asleep after sex. Plenty of time for pillow talking and cleaning up, though they prefer doing so very pragmatically. Any time spent apart during aftercare is a waste to both of them: they just want to talk things out, relax, bask in each other's warm presence.