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you know we all went crazy over his debut episode..
Kinktober Day 8: Cockwarming
Summary: You had no idea how you ended up in this position, slotted so prettily on your husband's aching cock as he left you to fend for yourself in the search for friction. Maybe you could convince him otherwise. Warnings: Cockwarming, the reader has a vagina, mentions of genitalia, pet names, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @redvexillum Their writing is so scrumptious, I can't believe I am honored enough to exist in the same world as their masterpieces.
All intellectual property belongs to Cybird. I fan-translate for fun. I am not fluent in Japanese, so translations are not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Creative liberties are taken. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere, claim them as your own, or use them without my permission. Thank you for your support! ☾
: ̗̀⁍ Slight spice MDNI : ̗̀⁍ This is a hypothetical story of what living together with Jude outside of Crown would be like.
HI ANGEL!!! I LOVE UT SCRUMPTIOUS ART like the colors, the lighting, the dynamic and composition makes me wanna writhe and wiggle inside the screen to make a home in those sweet, warm colors
I admire your writing too! I've been meaning to write a fanfic but i honestly don't have the balls for that (my orv transmigration will not be out until 2048.... Shoot me pls) so then i decided to make fanart for fanfics instead! Which i too, horrendously fail at... (Shame my impeccable art motivation)
I've never joined these kind of requesting events but I'd like to give it a try! I'm just so in love with how you portray and draw phainon, and I just wanna see more crumbs of my man. He's so gorjus, i just wanna squish his cheeks and kiss him all day, (if reality made it possible) just do wtv you want w this! Can be written or drawn, I don't mind as long as its my sweetie phainon <3
thank you for drawing all your lovely art! I find myself revitalized at such a lively, but wholesome feeling everytime i look at them, it's honestly inspirational at times.
Sincerely a silent lurker, take good care of yourself and wishing you all the stellar jades, luck, and desires you ever-so hope for ✨
HHELLO ANON!! TY FOR SENDING THIS IN!!! (ˊᵒ̴̶̷̤ ꇴ ᵒ̴̶̷̤ˋ) YOURE TOO KIND
PLEASE WRITE THAT FANFIC (orv brainrot is excused though (人◕ω◕)) there are definitely people (me) out there who would love your ideas ^^ ALSO(!) you draw art for fanfic??!!! THATS SO AWESOMEOMG ᜊ( ' ⩊ '𖦹)ᜊ you form the backbone of fandom!! (MANIFESTING YOUR MOTIVATION)
ty sm for joining this event! i like to imagine phainon does his puppy dog eyes on purpose to tempt you to kiss him again heh (;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) (am i wrong or am i wrong)
TY AGAIN!! your words mean a lot, it really made my day! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) 🗣📢 STAY HYDRATED AND HAPPY AND MAY ALL YOUR CHARACTERS BE E6S5!!
more words for worldbuilding: senses (pt. 3)
ASPECTS OF PERCEPTION
Physical: burn, hear, smell, touch
AUDITORY
Attribute of hearing: acoustic, deaf, distinct
Attribute of noise: blatant, cacophonous, deafening, dissonant, grating, noisy, piercing, raucous, shrill, soft-spoken, strident, vociferous
Attribute of noisemaking: dumb, mute
Attribute of sound: acoustic, audible, brassy, clarion, deep, dissonant, dull, faint, gentle, gruff, high, hollow, inaudible, low, lyrical, mellow, melodious/melodic, mum, noiseless, noisy, off-key, quiet, raucous, rich, round, silent, soft-spoken, soundproof, subdued, tight-lipped, tuneful, vocal, weak
Audible object: acknowledgment, air, anthem, arrangement, bang, blast, buzz, carol, clamor, clap, click, clump, crash, din, discord, ditty, echo, groan, gurgle, hiss, howl, inflection, jangle, melody, music, peal, psalm, report, rhythm, roar, rumpus, scream, shriek, song, strain, tick, yell
Hearing: attend, commiserate, hear, mind, regard
Sound perception: hearing
OLFACTORY
Attribute of odor: aromatic, fetid, gamy, malodorous, noisome, odorous, rancid, scented, smelly, stinking, sweet, tangy
Object that can be smelled: aroma, breath, incense, perfume, smell, stink, whiff
Odor: cologne, fumes, perfume, smell, stink, tang
Olfactory perception: breathe, nose, smell, whiff
Smelling: scent, sniff, whiff
TACTILE
Attribute of dryness: absorbent, balmy, damp, dry, fluid, juicy, misty, moldy, musty, parched, soaked soggy, thirsty, watery, wizened
Attribute of hardness: adamant, downy, firm, flaccid, hard, impermeable, inflexible, limp, mushy, permeable, plastic, solid, supple, tender, unbending
Attribute of temperature: ablaze, balmy, biting, boiling, brisk, burning, chilly, cold, cozy, febrile, fiery, frigid, frozen, heated, icy, polar, sweltering, thermal, tropical, wintry
Attribute of texture: abrasive, beaten, breakable, bumpy, coarse, cozy, creamy, crumbly, crusty, delicate, diluted/dilute, elastic, fibrous, fine, fleecy, fluff, fuzzy, gelatinous, glossy, gossamer, gritty, irregular, knurled, leathery, lucid, mottled, mushy, oily, paper, permeable, porous, rough, sheer, sleek, slippery, soft, springy, tenacious, thick, threadbare, uneven, yielding
Dryness: drought, humidity, wet
Tactile perception: feeling, touch
Tactile quality: excruciating, numb
Temperature: cold, frost, heat, temperature
Texture: consistency, feel, finish, grain, nap, texture
Touching: brush, dab, finger, graze, handle, lick, meet, nestle, nuzzle, paw, reach, tickle, toothsome, yummy
TASTING
Attribute of taste: acerbic, acid, acrid, astringent, bitter, corrupt, delicious, done, edible, full-bodied, insipid, mouth-watering, peppery, poignant, racy, rich, salty, scrumptious, sour, succulent, tart, tasty, yummy
Taste: acidity, bitterness, savor, tang, zest
Taste perception: taste
Tasting: bite, sample, taste
VISUAL
Attribute of brightness: ablaze, bold, brilliant, colorful, dark, dim, drab, dusky, faded, glaring, glossy, incandescent, light, luminescent, lustrous, murky, obscure, radiant, scintillating, shady, sunny, washed out
Attribute of color: amber, ashen, black, blond/blonde, blue, bright, brown, brunette/brunet, cadaverous, clear, colorful, crystal, dark, deep, dusky, fair, flushed, gay, glowing, gold/golden, gray/grey, hoary, jet, livid, milky, mottled, muddy, murky, opaque, pale, pallor, pasty, pearly, red, rosy, sable, sanguine, smoky, speckled, swarthy, translucent, variegated, vibrant, wan, white, yellow
Attribute of vision: appreciable, clear, conspicuous, disguised, fuzzy, glassy, impalpable, lucid, nearsighted, pronounced, visual
Brightness: dark, gleam, gloom, glow, lamp, light, murk, overshadow, polish, radiate, shadow, shimmer, splendor
Clean: grimy, hygienic, impeccable, mangy, neat, pure, sanitary, slimy, slovenly, spick-and-span, stagnant, straight, trim, unblemished, unkempt, untidy, untouched
Color: auburn, blush, color, decor, flush, glow, orange, pink, red, shadow, stripe, tinge, tone, yellow
Looking: attend, bear in mind, contemplate, dip into, face, fixate, gape, gaze, glare, glower, inspect, leer, lookout, mind, ogle, peek/peep, point, regard, scan, scrutinize, skim, spy, stare, vigil, watch
Occurrence of light: beam, bolt, eclipse, flicker, glare, glimmer, glisten, glow, illuminate, lamp, light, ray, shimmer, spark, spotlight, wink
Picture: arms, caricature, chart, diagram, emblem, facsimile, flowchart, graphics, impression, layout, model, pattern, plaid, portrait, reproduction, scheme, sketch, tableau
Seeing: behold, eye, make out, meet, notice, perceive, remark, sight, view, witness
Visibility change: blur, dim, fog
Visible object: acknowledgment, aspect, beam, buoy, footprint, glare, halo, light, model, panorama, ray, scene, sparkle, track, vista
Visual perception: blindness, perspective, vision
NOTE
Excerpted from Roget's 21st Century Thesaurus, Updated and Expanded 3rd Edition, in Dictionary Form, edited by The Princeton Language Institute.
The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.
It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs
Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary ⚜ Sensory Language
YOU DONT GET TO BE JEALOUS ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆
K. BAKUGO x !FEM READER
synopsis: a scrumptious drunk endeavor with your situation-ship katsuki bakugo 🧡
This is a re-upload from my other account @esccapism 🤍💕
The frat house smells like cheap cologne, tequila, spilled beer, and sweat. The music is pounding so loud that the floor vibrates under your heels. There's colored lights flashing over bodies that are packed way too close together. Someone shouts your name from across the room. You laugh and wave it off. You're having fun. And maybe, just maybe, you know he's watching. You spot him across the living room near the wall, his red eyes sharp even in the strobe lights. He's not dancing. He never really does. He's got a cup in his hand that he hasn't touched, and he's scanning the room like he's assessing each and every person. Your eyes meet for half a second. He doesn't smile, his face doesn't even change. A guy from your economics class leans in closer to you, flirting with you like it's natural. Like he assumes you won't move away, and of course you don't. Not right away at least.
You tilt your head so you can hear him better, and you laugh at something he says. His fingers press slightly into your side to keep you close when someone bumps into you from behind.
Across the room, Katsuki sees it, and he goes still, so still.
Kirishima says something to him, nudging his shoulder, but Katsuki doesn't respond. His eyes are locked on you. On the hand at your waist. On the way you're smiling.
He tells himself it doesn't matter. You're not his.
But when the guy's thumb shifts, rubbing slightly against your hip like he's testing how comfortable he can get, Katsuki sets his cup down, hard.
He doesn't shove through the crowd. He doesn't cause a scene. He just moves with purpose, his shoulders are squared, and his gaze steady, watching you.
You feel him before you even see him.
An all too familiar heat at your back.
Then a hand..firmer, larger. His hand settles low on your waist, just above your hip.
Claiming.
The guy in front of you stutters in the middle of his sentence.
Katsuki leans down slightly, mouth close to your ear. "Upstairs. Now."
His voice isn't loud. It doesn't need to be. Your pulse jumps. You glance back at him over your shoulder, brows raised like you're unimpressed. But you go, ofc you do. His hand doesn't leave your waist as he guides you through the crowd and up the stairs. It stays there, solid and steady, like he's making sure you don't get lost.
Upstairs you two find a small closet,probably the only place that's not full of drunken people. The music is still rattling the walls. He guides you toward the door, and you both step inside.
"What the hell was that," he says.
You cross your arms lightly. "What was what."
"That guy."
"We were talking."
"He was touching you."
You shrug. "It's a party."
His jaw flexes.
"And?"
You scoff. "You don't get to be jealous," you say, your voice steady.
He scoffs. "I'm not fucking jealous." His voice is gruff, but his eyes give him away. They keep drifting over your glittery outfit, lingering on places that they shouldnt. Silence, nothing but silence. The noise of the party feels distant for a second.
"You sure?"
His eyes sharpen. Not confused. Not embarrassed. He feels challenged.
He steps closer, invading your space in the cramped closet. "Positive.Why the hell would I be jealous of some dipshit who can't even hold his drink straight?"
"Maybe because that dipshit was talking to me, and you werent?" you shoot back immediately.
His eyes narrow.
"I was busy talking to Kirishima." The excuse sounds weak even to his own ears. He takes another step forward, backing you against the door. "Besides, you weren't exactly waiting around for me to make a move, were you? Flirting with half the fucking party like a slut." The jealousy is dripping off of every word he says now.
"We're not together," you remind him.
"Yeah," he fires back instantly. "Whose fault is that."
Your stomach flips. You weren't expecting that.
"Oh, please," you say. "You've been flirting with me for weeks, and you act like I'm yours, but you've never said anything.” His gaze darkens.
"You think I'm playing with you?"
"I think you don't know what you want."
He doesn't move.
"You really think that," he says, his voice is lower now. Controlled in that dangerously sexy way.
"You act like you care," you say. "Then you disappear, you don't text me, you don't call me. It's fucking radio silence. Then here we are, at a party, and you sit there and glare at anyone who looks at me."
"Because they don't get to look at you like that."
"Why not?"
His hands land on the door on either side of you. Trapping you without actually trapping you.
"Because I don't like it."
"That's not an answer, you're fucking impossible."
He leans in slightly.
"Then what do you want me to say."
You hold his stare.
"If you want me," you say quietly, "say it."
The music swells. Bass vibrating through the walls around you two. His breathing changes.
"You think I don't?"
"Then why am I free to dance with whoever I want? Huh? If you want me so bad."
His eyes flash.
"You think I liked that?"
"You don't get to like or not like it," you snap. "You haven't claimed anything."
The word hangs there. Claimed.
His jaw tightens. "You want me to claim you?" he asks. Your breath catches. "That's not what I said kats." He leans closer, close enough that you can feel the heat off of his skin.
"Then what are you saying!? Huh?"
You swallow.
"I'm saying you don't get to act jealous when you haven't made a single REAL move."
He goes quiet. That's when he's the most dangerous. One of his hands finally moves from the door to your waist. Firm and steady.
"You really think I haven't made a move," he murmurs.
Your pulse is pounding now.
"You flirt," you whisper. "You touch me. You look at me like that."
"Like what."
"Like I'm already yours."
His thumb presses slightly into your hip.
"Maybe I've been waiting," he says.
"For what.."
"For you to stop pretending you don't want me to."
His eyes never leave yours.
"You liked that I was watching," he says quietly.
You hesitate.
That's all he needs. His grip tightens just enough to make your breath hitch.
"Yeah," he says softly. "Thought so."
"You're arrogant," you murmur.
"And you're not pushing me away."
You don't. Instead, your hand fists in the front of his shirt. The air between you shifts.
"tell me to stop," he says.
You don't.
His gaze drops to your mouth for a split second before lifting again.
"Say you don't want me."
The bass pounds through the floor. The whole house is shaking around you.
You can't say it. He sees that. he KNOWS that.
Something fierce and almost relieved flashes in his eyes. "You don't get to be jealous," you whisper again, so much weaker this time. He leans in, stopping just short of your lips.
"Then don't give me a reason," he murmurs.
Your breath mixes with his.
"So what," you whisper. "Now you're finally gonna do something."
Without another word, his lips are against yours. His kiss is aggressive, demanding. All the frustration and jealousy boiling over into one shared moment. His hand slides up your waist, pulling you against him. Your hands fist tighter in his shirt, pulling him closer as you kiss him back just as desperately.
The weeks of tension, the flirting, the almost kisses. all of it culminates in this cramped closet with his mouth hungrily against yours. You gasp against his lips, "Took you fucking long enough-"
He smirks into the kiss, and presses you harder against the door. "Shut the hell up." His hand slides down to your ass, squeezing your plump skin roughly."I was trying to be smart." Another aggressive kiss cuts off any type of response you could've gave.
You nip at his bottom lip, absolutely breathless."I've wanted you to do this since like..week two." Your fingers thread through his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. "All that flirting was me being nice and giving you space." You tug on his hair, making him growl against your mouth. "You were supposed to cave a long fucking time ago."
"I wasn't gonna fuck you in the middle of the party like some horny fucking freak." now that he's kissing you, touching you, he's realizing how stupid his entire plan was. You look sexy as hell in that outfit, and everyone else has been noticing you too.
"Fuck me right here then."
His eyes darken, a smirk playing on his lips."Right here? In this closet? With the party going on outside?" He slips a hand under your dress, his fingers teasing along your thigh. "You sure you want everyone to hear you scream my name? I don't even know why I asked that, of course you do, fucking slut." He presses his thigh between your legs, grinding up against you.
"Ugh, you know me so well."
That's all the permission he needs. He yanks your panties to the side, two fingers sliding up and down your wet slit before plunging inside of you without warning. "Fuck-!"
“You're already so wet.” He curses under his breath, fingers curling inside you as his mouth finds its way to your neck. "Been thinking about this the whole fucking night." His thumb immediately finds your clit, pressing hard.
Your hips buck forward, taking his fingers deeper. You bite your lip hard to silence a moan, your nails start digging into his shoulders. "Kats..." You pant as you begin grinding down on his hand shamelessly. The closet is filling with the wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you, followed by your heavy breathing.
His eyes are dark, watching your face as you ride his hand. He pulls his fingers out and smirks as he brings them to his mouth and starts sucking them clean. "You're fucking dripping."
He unbuckles his belt, freeing his gorgeous cock from his boxers, his tip is already dripping pre-cum.He lifts you up, and wraps your legs around his waist.
Without any warning, he slams you down onto his cock, filling you completely with his entire length. The sudden invasion makes you cry out, his hand comes up quick to cover your mouth. "Shut up." He hisses, starting to thrust up into you slowly. "Don't you dare fucking scream."
Your head thunks back against the closet door as he pounds into you, each thrust hard and relentless. You're gripping his hair, trying desperately to stay quiet but failing miserably.. your high whimpers escaping between his fingers. "That's it baby," he growls against your neck, biting down on the sensitive skin. "Take my fucking cock, you hungry slut." he grunts as he begins to quicken his pace.
The closet is filled with the nastiest sounds, skin slapping, both of your ragged breathing, and your muffled cries. He's hitting that perfect spot deep inside you. each and every one of his thrusts making your eyes roll back, your wet slick just dripping down your thighs and onto the base of his cock. You're so close already. "Katsuki-" You gasp out, your walls starting to tremble around him."I'm-."
"Not yet." He cuts you off, starting to thrust even harder, that spot he's hitting making your whole body shake. He can tell you're close and he's not gonna let you cum without permission. "When I say."
His teeth sink into your shoulder hard as he feels you clench around him, trying to hold off your orgasm. He rolls his hips, grinding against your clit and making you see stars and your vision white out. "Fuck, Kats please!" You cry out loudly, the sound echoing in the closet. He smirks against your skin. "Shh,.."
"Fuck, let them hear, I don't care!" You say between a moan and pant, begging, pleading even. Hearing you so openly begging turns him on so much more. He wraps your legs tighter around his waist and starts thrusting with even more effort, the sound of your bodies slapping together growing louder and wetter.
"You want everyone to know I'm fucking you senseless right now?" He growls softly. "Fuck-..I..I don't care! It's so loud,.." You moan louder as you try and plead your case. "Nobody will even hear, please kats, please..!"
He loves how you don't care who hears. He spreads your legs wider, hitting that spot deep inside you relentlessly. "Please what?" He taunts, his voice low and rough. He knows what you need, but he wants to hear it. "Ple..please katsuki.. please baby!" His thrusts become erratic, and so desperate. "Fuck-" He buries himself to the hilt and grinds hard against your clit one, twice, three times and that's when you break. "Cum for me princess."
His hand leaves your mouth and wraps around your throat loosely, his thumb stroking your jaw as you scream through your orgasm. You're screaming his name louder, your nails are digging into his back as you clench tightly around his cock. The sound of you losing control pushes him over the edge. He's holding your throat as he thrusts deep and stills, his cum filling your wet cunt to the brim.
As you're both breathing heavily, his cock being half soft inside of you, he smirks and says, "was that good enough to claim you?"
Golden eyes, demon... tattoos?
Pairing: Yandere!Saja Boys x Pudgy female!reader / Yandere!Male Huntrix x Pudgy female!reader
KPOP DEMON HUNTERS MASTERLIST
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a/n: So I have taken a long break from writing for my own mental health and I have finally come back and with a fresh addiction to these colorful demon boys! Picture is not mine, I found it in pinterest but I couldn't find the artist. If you are the artists or know who the artist is just let me know so I can tag them!
Mira's name is Miran, Zoey's name is Zio and Rumi's name is Ruen! I actually got inspired to start writing by @the-avengers-not-the-nazis and I just liked the names she used for the male version of Huntrix in their fic!
Reader has golden eyes which it is possible for someone to have (only 1% of the entire world have this color naturally! Check out airon_nik on instagram) she also has tattoos that look like demon markings and I wrote her as a pudgy character (my profile picture currently has a pudgy character so you can look at that as a reference)!
F/n always knew she was strange, she could feel it every time someone's gaze lingered on her when she walked past. Perhaps it was the tattoos. Not colorful. Just simply there. Black thick lines that traveled up her arms to the side of her neck and into the swell of her breasts. Perhaps it was the eye color. Perfectly golden. Completely natural and enchanting. Or perhaps it was her body. Curvy. Natural big breasts, natural big butt, natural tiny waist. Soft curves, small muffin tops with a belly pouch she never really tried to get rid of.
She sat comfortably on a chair at a small café in a shopping mall, she has been all over the world, her camera resting in its case on top of her table the trusty companion she kept around. She has been around for millenia after all. Since the first huntress applied the Honmoon to this fragile world.
But South Korea is home, it always has been...
She had been one of the few demons who stayed on the surface when the Honmoon fell. One of the few demons who took advantage of Gwi-Ma's weakened state to take her soul back from the mighty king. One of the few demons who decided to be human after loosing that right so long ago. There were some other like her, who wanted to be human and somehow became immortal at the end. Not human, not completely, but no longer a demon.
She sipped her coffee while briefly remembering one who fell in love with one womam from the past generation of hunters... Mi-yeong Ryu was the name if she remembered correctly. She sighed softly at the memory, poor Hyun always did fall in love with danger. Perhaps he got his love for danger from being the son of a king; a king who enjoyed the taste of souls. She chuckled softly at the irony, the prince of literal hell falling in love with a hunter.
She gently traced one of her tattoos with her finger; she remembered feeling so utterly... naked without her markings. That was mostly why she got them tattooed exactly where they used to be; nostalgia wouldn't be the word she would use for it but definitely something close to it.
xvii. wut i liek abt u (written work)
Your phone blared, raucous sounds treading through the halls of airy tiles. For fuck’s sake, you are horrendously late for that 1:1 Meeting you were supposed to arrive five fucking minutes ago.
Reason for your current horrible tardiness, whatsoever?
Scaramouche.
You have no fucking idea why or how you once thought that it'd be all fucking sunshines and rainbows when the notion of being friends with him was presented to you like it was rain to drought. Perhaps, it was by the fact that you've seen him in such odious light for so long that the idea of even seeing him in anything but such gives you..hope?
Was it hope you felt—or relief that you could be somewhat of a semblance resembling that of a friend to him?
Well, whatever you felt three or fuck days ago doesn't matter the fuck now. Because, that Asshole obviously made the conscious and obnoxious decision to.. what? You ask?
