#writing blurb

[sunraven0828]

Me: *Reading my drafts and getting invested on the story just to realize there’s a cliffhanger*

Me: “Damn, i wonder what happens next. I hope the author updates so-“

Me: *realizes im the author and im the one who has to write what’s next.*

[zzzzz-cff]

I like when writers make the hunters use the word "Honmoon" when they're cursin or swearin or prayin, etc.

And then I think it's funny because like nobody else in that universe would know what they're saying except themselves? Bobby's around them the most so he probably hears it constantly.

Rumi: "I swear by our Honmoon Mira if you don't drop that kimbap right now I'm go-" Bobby: "Wait, by the what now?" Mira: "Our honeymoon! She said honeymoon! Um cause... we're all gonna get married?" Zoey: We are??? Rumi (not missing a beat): "Not if she doesn't give me that kimbap."

[puppyboyaddictsanonymous]

Robby would dump whoever he hooked up with a couple weeks after they'd meet. Dennis just never expected Robby to dump him just as fast.

Every day after their separation, Dennis still tried to talk to him. Just for Robby to give him the cold shoulder.

When Dennis walked into his shift, it was a slow day, nothing much happening besides a few minor cases. Robby noticed some bruises that went up Whitakers neck. He asked. Dennis answered a cold shoulder. Robby got upset but just seeing hickeys up Dennis' neck drove him wild. He knew he was the one to break up with the resident but it still boiled his blood.

Robby watched as Jack walked in, Jack's hand making soft contact to Dennis' lower back as he passes by. Robby didn't think much of it at first, Robby himself did that when passing by some of his coworkers, but when Dennis looked towards Jack's direction with that pliant, half-smile, he decided to follow Jack.

"What's your deal with Whitaker?" Robby would ask, his arms crossed as he and Abbot made their way to the rooftop. Jack just shrugged, looking over at Robby. "he's one hell of a kid," Jack grinned, his hand loosely resting on Robby's shoulder "but i don't have to tell you that, huh?"

"the fuck is that supposed to mean," Robby would sneer, stopping briefly as his eyes stared into Jack's. Abbot just scoffed, rolling his eyes as he kept walking up the stairs. "ask him yourself, Robby," He'd say, pulling his waistband down, flashing Robby the sight of a bite mark on his right ass cheek.

[aegean-lagoon]

He's way too comfortable around you…

-Lagooneah

-------------------------------------------------------

It's always been like this, just existing around you, it affects him in such specific ways that it annoys him how easily he can point out what you do to him now.

Vergil Sparda should've known he was finished when he caught himself looking at you for just a second too long. When he caught himself waiting for you where he knew you'd be. When he let you under his armored skin he swears is impregnable.

Let alone now, sleeping in your shared bed.

'Sleeping' is a loaded term, though, Vergil hardly finds himself capable of sleeping, he doesn't need it really. Maybe a few hours here and there, but being so entwined with the world of devils he's not sure he'll ever really need to sleep like that ever again for rest. That doesn't stop him from cuddling right behind you, wrapping strong arms and calloused hands around your middle. Holding you so tight to him like he's convinced you'll disappear otherwise.

Probably because he actually thinks that. He still can't begin to understand why you deal with him, how you do it so easily, how you unravel all of the pain and unease he's been building up for years.

His tense shoulders soften whenever you enter a room, he likes it when you look at him, when you smile at him, his teeth losing their gripping clench every time you do. And now, when he has you here so close, these moments where he can just hold you for hours without interruption… For someone so annoyed with how comfortable you make him feel, he sure does love bedtime.

He's tuned into your routine like a pet, a cat that hates when it's even slightly off. You'll shower first, especially in the winter, because you like trapping all the steam inside to keep you warm,

(Even if Vergil here has insisted multiple times he can provide that warmth for you…)

Then you'll brush your teeth—flossing, mouthwash—the whole nine. THEN it's skincare, even if that only entails a rag and a wash of your face. Then you open the door, drying your hair while Vergil does what he needs to do, which by the way, isn't nearly as much as you do, his business in there involves a mirroring of your dental care, sometimes a shower if he hasn't already, and watching you finish up with your hair. Seriously, he just leans against the doorway and watches you. Get used to it. FINALLY you're in bed, and his favorite part of the night begins…

…

Listening to you breath and watching you sleep for the next however many hours.

He sleeps… Sometimes. Again, he doesn't really need it, he only manages to get sleepy enough sometimes because your routine and your presence lulls him. The constant, simple, domestic nature of your activities, he would say, is so utterly boring that it brings him to sleep. We all know though that that's a lie, especially coming from a grown devil-hybrid that has maybe known calm once before, when he was a child.

He spends the night studying you, seeing how his hand measures to yours, dragging his fingertips across random plains of your body—your back right at your shoulder blades, your legs, even your face gets an appraisal—cannot stress enough that he's so not used to humans and how they look, how they behave, you're the blueprint for these studies, for humans in general in his mind.

The way you breath, the constant tic of your heartbeat, how delicate you are as the being of mortal flesh and bone you are…

He thinks that maybe if he studies you enough, he can finally understand why you make him feel the way he does. Comfortable is one word to use, but perhaps loved is a much more fitting one.

-------------------------------------------------------

A/N: I just made some BULLLSHIIIIITTTTTTT!!! Are we fucking with the format??? Do lmk, I figured that I should give smaller fun blurbs like this a try because part of my issue with posting is I write for too long and I focus too much on details and I start overthinking and WHOOPS now I look like I'm ignoring people and late to every party! Uggghhhhh perfectionism and fear of my writing being ass barf. Anyways! I'd like to do more posts like these because they're kinda stress free I wrote this in like an hour when I should've been sleeping!!! I remembered that this cutie @high-speed-r asked for Vergil a while ago (I'm gonna be so embarassed if that's the wrong person) along with Nero stuff and ALTHOUGH I have a headcanon post loaded up for Vergie dear I figured that I should give a little, maybe messy and not proofread, blurb on him because why not! I'm gonna do Nero too, and hell Dante as well, and Nico, Lady—I'm so incredibly fixated on DMC rn that I'll f around and retheme my profile for it because GOD I NEED NEW CONTENT FAAAHHHHHH—I'm yapping, I'll stop, I love you ciao <333

[domestically-loving-monsters]

I gave you Monster Knights...but what about Monster Paladins?

༻ Monster Paladins that were given to your royal spouse as an offering of good faith. They sneer and growl, pointedly showing their distaste for their new ruler through small acts of rebellion that are seen, at surface level, as mistakes.

༻ Monster Paladins who only dip their head when your Arranged Spouse walks towards them. They meet the ruler's gaze. They take their time when they have to kneel. Their hands linger on their weapons when in the ruler's presence.

༻ Monster Paladins that do not see their new master as a worthy ruler.

༻ Monster Paladins who snap to attention when you pass them by. They lower their gaze and bow at the waist whenever you approach. Their hands stay by their sides, shifting quickly to open doors for you or make room for you in a crowd. They drop to their knees when you rise to leave the room.

༻ Monster Paladins that all collectively agree that you are more suited to rule. They become your protectors without any orders to stay by your side. ༻ Monster Paladins that look to you for approval before leaving your side when summoned by your spouse. ༻ Monster Paladins that redirect anyone you don't like away from your residence in the palace so you have more time for yourself and your hobbies. ༻ Monster Paladins that tense when your spouse raises their voice at you. Ready to strike the unworthy ruler down dare they lay a hand on you.

༻ Monster Paladins that are forced to listen to you fake orgasms when your spouse takes you to the marital chambers. Knowing your sounds of pleasure by heart after hearing you moan in the privacy of your own bedroom. Knowing they can do a better job to please you than any simple human ruler could.

༻ Monster Paladins that glow under your hungry gaze. But keep a respectful distance from your chambers because they still have a code to follow. ༻ Monster Paladins that still show-pony a little whenever you're around. Training harder when your eyes are on them in the yards. Winning tournament after tournament in honor of your name. Bringing you trophies and favors from their conquests, asking for your blessing whenever they need to fight.

༻ Monster Paladins that grow weak at the knees when you wear silks and jewels for ceremonious occasions. Hating that your warm smile and twinkling gaze are all for show while you're paraded around the ballroom on the arm of your egotistical spouse. ༻ Monster Paladins that watch you like hungry wolves as you dance. Enjoying the way the fine veils of color frame the body they wish to worship.

༻ Monster Paladins that guard the door to the chambers where a sacred communion is taking place. Taking turns slipping in and out of the doors to take their vigil - looking dazed and content. ༻ Monster Paladins that perceive the union of your tangled bodies as a divine blessing. Praying devout loyalty to you as you use their bodies to pleasure yourself until your sated and exhausted. ༻ Monster Paladins who kneel between your thighs and reverently worship your body with their tongue and fingers. Taking turns to fill you in any which way you wish.

༻ Monster Paladins who take an oath to be your faithful divine knights until you dismiss them from your side.

༻ Monster Paladins who make it their holy mission to purge your realm of the unworthy spouse who dare lay their blasphemous hands upon your sacred flesh.

[l-mouse-l]

"-and the cat was so cute and chubby how could I not feed it?" Grace finishes, realizing he's rambling.

"Oh shoot, I'm talking too much, aren't I.." He says, rubbing a hand down his face as he lets out a half-hearted laugh.

Simon shakes his head, "No. No, I like listening to you talk. It's, uh, nice."

Simon tries to give him a small smile, but he honestly doesn't know how well he does because grace is simply staring at him. Did he say something wrong? "Hey, you good, man?"

"Marry me." Grace blurts out.

The two startle, both extremely flustered for two terribly different reasons.

Grace completely flustered he just blurted that out. And Simon? Well, one he really likes Grace, in both senses. Plus on Eden marriage was rare and very special, the two getting to fertilize the tree as one was a sacred gift given to few.

"What?" Simon asks dumbfounded. Maybe he heard wrong?

"What?" Grace asks, gulping.

~~~

"Simon, Grace, gay as hell, statement" 🏳️‍🌈🫵🪨

--------------

Idk a small blurb for the silliest of sillys that randomly came to me

[redbull-gave-me-iridescent-wings]

...

You weren't usually like this. All flustered and having the Wind knocked out of you.

But the Way he was - oh - so close to you, your Body, with skilled finnesse planting a kiss to your Cheek the softest way he knows how. Seemingly just all innocent, right?

Kurt snickered amusingly. Speaking low and soft spoken into your Ear: "..Don't tell me you've forgotten my teachings already, and so soon!". Moving his Head to make Eye contact, his glowing Eyes laced with mischief. All the more dangerous over the Fact their directed at you, personally.

With poorly strained attempt on not grinning at his precarious hints, snaking your Arms around his Neck as you cautiously told him how no, you didn't forget all of it.

His Eyes grew with faux surprise. " Na, welch' ein Wunder!", his tail whipped lightly somwhere behind your Hamstrings, by means of acting as an additional defense on keeping you from running. Not that you would've, having your known competitive streak coursing through your Veins.

"Say, my Love. Would that make me a good Teacher, or you..", closing the unnecessary Distance between you two with his intoxicating Kiss, before pulling away just enough to speak into your Lips: "..quite the clever Student..?"

...

[spikedfearn]

Roy Goode blurb 🥺🥺

Roy’s hands are rough, scarred from years of riding and gunfights, but the way he touches you is careful, like he’s afraid you might break. His fingers trace your skin slow, reverent, mapping every inch like he’s learning a prayer by heart.

He kisses you like a man starved—soft at first, then hungrier, need pulling him under until he’s groaning low in his throat. His weight settles between your thighs, the hard press of his cock undeniable even through his jeans.

“Roy—” you whisper, breath catching when his mouth trails down your neck, teeth grazing just enough to make you shiver.

He pulls back, blue eyes dark and wild in the low lamplight, chest heaving. “God,” he mutters, voice breaking rough, “you feel amazing.”

The words tumble out raw, like he didn’t mean to say them aloud, but there’s no taking them back. He presses his forehead to yours, lips brushing as he moves against you, grinding slow until your hips roll up to meet him.

When he finally frees himself from his jeans, the hot weight of him makes your stomach flip. He pushes your skirts up with trembling hands, breath hissing through his teeth as he drags the head of his cock against your soaked folds.

“Been thinkin’ about this,” he confesses, voice hoarse, “about you—spread out, waitin’ for me.” He nudges in slow, stretching you inch by inch, until he bottoms out with a guttural groan. “Christ, you’re squeezin’ me so tight…”

The rhythm he sets is steady, deliberate, his thrusts deep and unhurried, like he wants to savor every second. He kisses you between each ragged breath, whispering broken praises against your lips.

“Sweet girl… takin’ me so good…never felt nothin’ like this.” His hand slips down, thumb circling your clit in clumsy but desperate strokes, determined to wring every sound out of you.

You cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, body rocking helplessly into his pace. The creak of the bed, the hitch of his breath, the wet slide of him inside you—it all builds until you’re unraveling, climax hitting hard and sudden.

Your cry tips him over the edge. His thrusts grow frantic, rougher, until he buries himself deep with a groan that shakes through his chest. He stays pressed to you, cock twitching as he spills hot inside, clutching you like he’ll never let go.

After, he doesn’t move right away. Just kisses your temple, breathing hard, his voice low and ragged. “God, you feel amazing.”

This time, it sounds like a prayer.