TALK DIRTY TO ME

this page has given me so many helpful writing tips ♡

Beginner writers often describe a character's attributes through what is essentially a list: "He had green eyes, dark hair, and a sharp jaw." This can be fluffed-up with more interesting and original descriptions: "Her eyes were dark and quiet, and suggested secrets he would never know of." But at the end of the day, this only serves to form a relationship between the character and the reader: what does a character look like and feel like to the reader?

To make description meaningful, it should impact the way a character is viewed by others and themselves. If a character wears glasses, others might assume they're smart or nerdy, even if they aren't. If a character used to be short as a child but no longer is, they might still see themselves as short and small even when they no longer are. In real life, our perceptions of others and ourselves, whether we like it or not, are affected by physical appearance and inevitably the assumptions or differences in treatment we make toward them. It's important to reflect that in your stories and characters.

ᴋʏᴏʏᴀ ᴏᴏᴛᴏʀɪ ⛧ 鳳 鏡夜 ✧ (ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 22) ღ

               🅷🅰🅿🅿🆈 🅱🅸🆁🆃🅷🅳🅰🆈 🅺🆈🅾🆈🅰❣

PATCH SIX UPDATE COMING NEXT WEEK - SPOILER BELOW

It is finally happening my fellow Astarion and BG3 lovers! The long-awaited new patch is on its way (probably arriving on Valentines day but this is not confirmed).

Larian confirmed new KISS ANIMATIONS will be coming as well as camp idle animations and multiple bug fixes!

Here's an example of one of the kiss animations involving Astarion and Halsin for all those #halstarion fans:

You can read Larian's Twitter/X post here.

Are you excited??

Thong (Obey Me!)

━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━

You decided on a scandalous thong for the day and decided to have some fun by teasing your ♡favorite♡ demon. At RAD. How does he react?

minors/ageless/blank blogs dni or get blocked :c

»Characters: Demon Bros + Dia + Barb

»Tags: ⚠️🔞NSFW , Possessive, Flashing, Some Humor, Smutty-ish, GN Reader/MC

»Notes: Few days late but I hope everyone had a good Valentines day! You are all loved ♡♡♡

Lucifer:

You visited him in his office and "accidentally" knocked a few papers off his desk. You bent down to pick them up.

His eyes widened briefly

Wondered if you did that on purpose

"Luuucifer? Are you okay?" You smiled slyly

So it was. This human is something else.

He leaned in close and whispered in your ear

"Careful now. If I find out anyone other than me saw what I saw, there will be punishment in store for you."

He smirked and rubbed your ass for a brief moment before giving a gentle smack sending you onto your next class

He saw the flustered look on your face and was quite content

Lucifer: 1 You: 0

He invited you into his study later that night though

Mammon:

You met up with Mammon at your locker. You decided to reach down in your locker to get something.

"H-HEY!"

Took off his uniform jacket and tried to cover you up

He was a blushing red mess

"Whaddya think youre doin' wearin' that! Here of all places! Anywhere even! No! I won't allow it!"

Was conflicted [Mammon cannot compute]

He was so turned on but upset thinking about if anyone else saw your thong!

He was so bothered he made you miss class

You two spent it in a secret cozy closet where he kept kissing/biting you all over while whispering "mine!"

Levi:

Oh poor unsuspecting Levi. You decided to tie your shoe in front of him.

Let out a small yelp

Immediate nosebleed

Wasn't sure if he should say something ...or just keep staring intensely

Okay he kept staring

Let out a small groan when you adjusted your thong and winked at him

Seriously!? Teasing him at school!? He should've stuck to online classes!

Skipped your shared class to go jerk off in the restroom

Satan:

You invited him after school to the library to study. While looking for books, you went for all the ones on the bottom shelves.

Could not stop staring while you browsed

Wanted to tell you your thong was showing but decided against it...since no one else was around he was going to enjoy it

He is a demon after all

Studying was hard after that

He found himself daydreaming

Was a little embarrassed he couldn't focus

"Who knew such a small piece of fabric could affect you?" You teased him

Ah so you knew...

Grabbed your hand and led you to an empty classroom for some fun

Asmo:

You sat in the back corner of class with Asmo. You "accidentally" dropped your pencil and bent to get it.

He gasped

Now that is sexy

He was absolutely mesmerized

He passed you a note complimenting your choice of underwear that day

Kept heavily flirting all of class

He might have convinced you to skip the rest of your classes for the day for other activities

Beel:

You invited Beel to the snack machine (RIP your wallet) and bent down to get his snacks.

Really caught off guard by your thong

Thought it was sexy as fuck but shook his head to clear his mind

Quickly told you it was showing

The growl he made wasn't his stomach but his throat when you said "Oh maybe it was meant specifically for you?"

He jerked off later that night to the thought of you doing other things exclusively for him

Belphie:

You were excited to see how this bad boy would react. You walked up to him and smacked his textbook on the ground, then picked it up in a dramatic fashion.

Well that was obviously intentional

But no complaints here...niiice

He snapped one of the strings/waistband

"Okay you got my attention. It looks good on you. It'd look better on the floor though."

Yeah he wasn't going to hold back his thoughts

"How about we visit the attic later? Just me and you?"

Diavolo:

So calm, so collected. But only you knew what a naughty demon he was. You went in straight for the kill and briefly flashed him in his office before running away.

Ohnononono

-Sighs- That human is completely dangerous.

SOS BARBATOS

Shut down the school while he offered a reward to anyone with your whereabouts

It didn't take long

Collected you in his demon form and carried you to his office

"You know what you do to me. Now look what you've done little one."

Barbatos had to cast a silencing spell and canceled the rest of his meetings that day.

I love an impatient feral diavolo,  sigh

Barbatos:

You guys had a little thing going on, but could you actually affect *the* butler? You were curious enough to try. You saw him heading your way and decided to tie your shoe.

Briefly surprised

Well...that's tantalizing

He cleared his throat and politely told you of your fashion faux pas

He took note of your slight disappointment

Oh so it was meant for him...this will be fun

He leaned down and whispered in your ear, tucking something into your hand

"Maybe nothing is better."

You peered in your hand and it was your thong!

He chuckled at your bright red face as you ran towards the restroom

He sent you a text: "I surely hope my visit tonight will be welcomed."

I like to think we won ?? 😩

⬦You might also like: Submissive & Breedable︱Virginity︱Flirting With Others

#i can’t function #ur the greatest writer wow #love it here

ESCAPE FROM TOKYO. // HEARTLESS.

you got me tattooed on your mind, you just want me all the time.

+ wc. 2.4k.

+ synopsis. you just wanted his attention. he just wanted your affection.

+ cw. mutual pining. car sex. alcohol mention. dirty talk. dictation(?) kink. asphyxiation. orgasm denial. orgasm control. spit kink. heavy themes of infidelity.

+ a/n. first installment of escape from tokyo! i needed a break from smc, something less plot driven and a little more fun to write while i work on that on the side, and that’s how eft was born. also, i wanted to try a different take on sanzu. a lot of people tend to focus on his more...blatantly wild side and i wanted to write him a teensy bit...subdued, in a sense. i hope it came across that way. i hope everyone enjoys! reblogs + feedback are appreciated. as always, 18+, minors do not interact.

+ playlist. taglist. masterlist.

+ special thanks to @spidermilfs for beta-ing for me! ily silvi <3

Sanzu's not too sure what kind of witch you are to cast such a spell on him, but you must be a powerful one to have him lusting after you like this.

He watches you from the rim of his glass, the neon lights in the club shimmering over your skin and encasing you in an artificial halo of blue and purple. Purple irises never waver, locked onto the sway of your hips even when he sets down his glass to lean back in the soft suede couch. Someone comes over, a bottle service girl who bats her lashes as she offers to top off his drink once more, but he waves her off without acknowledgement. She frowns and he doesn't care. He's too enraptured with the beautiful being that turned towards him, colored crystals for eyes and a sticky smattering of lip gloss over plush lips.

The way his heart thumped against his chest was inhumane. You were inhumane. You had to be to have this kind of effect on him.

Not only that, but you were dangerous. You were poison, something to stay away from as best he could like a toxic chemical in a dangerous lab. But like most dangerous chemicals, you were sweet. Alluring to his eye, causing him to salivate at the thought of you. You reminded him of his favorite narcotics-- terrible for his health, likely to get him killed, but damn difficult to say no to.

He convinced himself that was the reason why he stretched out, offering his open lap when you sauntered over. It was your pull on him, nothing more.

"Zuzu," You drawled and Sanzu licked his lips, signature smirk already pulling at the scarred corners. "You're giving me that look again."

His eyebrow twitches upwards as he looks down at you through thick lashes. "What look, princess?"

"You know," You squirm a little and he thinks it's the cutest thing. Your nails knock against his buttons lightly, sheepish expression on your lips as you bit your lip and hummed. "that look...the look you give me when you want something."

"Oh?"

Sanzu chuckled. He licks his lips, purple eyes leaving your figure for a split second to survey the area. His rings tapped against the back of the leather couch, fingers rapping against the material. "I do want something. I want a couple things, actually. Think you can help me out?"

"Like what?" Your voice tried to hold back its obvious excitement and failed. You were just so fucking cute, he could barely hold himself back sometimes. He took his time looking back at you, dragging slowly across the outline of your figure before finally, finally gracing you with an answer.

"I wanna leave this place." He mutters, trained on your expression. Your eyes never left his face, flickering between the way his mouth moved and the intensity of his own weighty gaze. "Wanna go back to the car and feel that pretty pussy on my fingers. I want to watch your cute face make the cutest expressions for me tonight. Think you can help me out with that?"

You two were out of the club in less than ten minutes.

It's risky. Sanzu knows it is. But he wouldn't be Sanzu if he gave a fuck.

He's partly grateful for the partition and the confidentiality clause his driver is forced under. The second you two duck into the awaiting limo your hands are already timidly twitching, innocently grazing over his thigh and your lashes flutter as you bat doe-like eyes at him in wanton. Subtlety wasn't something particularly observed between you two in private. There was no reason to be subtle. You both were iniquitous in your own right and Sanzu was akin to Satan when he felt like it. He'd drink in your sin gleefully, uncaring of whatever happened to him afterwards.

His hand snaked up your thighs in moments, wasting no time to knead and pull at the soft, supple skin. His touch makes you shiver; something that makes him smile, scars on the corners of his lips stretching as his tongue licks over glorious white teeth. His thumb, rough and calloused, smooths over the skin as he leans in.

"You want me." He whispers. It's declarative, assured, set and confident with no room to deny its validity. He watches you, eyes trained intently at the way you shudder under him, jerky and timid when you nod.

"I do."

"How bad do you want me?"

This time it looks for affirmation. Consent, in a way, movements on your thighs lulling into thumbed circles on the tops as he awaits your answer. You inhale, diaphragm opening and chest rising, breasts pressing into the satin cloth of your expensive little dress. Dior, he thinks it is.

"Badly."

"That so?" He breathes in deeply. You smell like Chanel No.5 and that ridiculously expensive drink you had him buy earlier. The grin settles on his face, teeth dragging over his full bottom lip before he hums out a chuckle. His hand moves up, ghosting dangerously close to your heat, causing your fists to clench, heartbeat pitter pattering quicker in your chest. "Want you to show me, okay? Show me just how bad you want me. Make it worth my while, pretty girl."

His fingers bump against you and you gasp softly, met with an eyebrow raise from him. "Where's your underwear?" He questions, index trailing on the puffy, soft skin. You shake your head, thighs falling open a little wider. "Didn't wear any."

"You didn't?" He tuts, index tracing over the warm lips. "Racy little thing aren't you? What would your boyfriend say if he knew you did that, hm?"

It comes out with a mocking tinge of jealousy. Your boyfriend. Mikey. His boss. The man he devoted his life to without care or thought of consequence. The man he was most loyal and devoted to, more than he was to his own family. Your boyfriend. His Mikey.

Sick, he thought, grin tugging wide on the corner of his lips. Sick that he liked the thought of this so much. This, meaning you, silently inviting him into the warmth of your soft, sacred body, allowing him to defile your temple for what could always be his last time.

You didn’t speak. You never did when he brought up your salacious affair. Instead you opted to whine, eyebrows turning down at the ends while you gripped his jacket, tugging him close to ghost on the swells of your barely glossy lips. Sanzu sticks his tongue out, tip dragging along the fat of your bottom lip, artificial taste of cherries flooding over his receptors. His tongue flicks upwards, over the outline of your top lip, before he dips into your awaiting mouth that drops open slightly more as a result of his fingers now tapping lightly against your previously neglected clit.

“Are you this needy for him too?”

He doesn’t allow you the luxury of thinking of an answer.

His middle finger taps against your clit once more before dragging its calloused length down the sensitive bud, revelling in the way your lip quivers and nails try desperately to break through the delicate hem of his suit. He drags it upwards again until the curve sits on the pad of his finger, and slowly he circles it around. The other hand drags up your body, groping the supple flesh of your tits on its way up, drumming along your collarbone and grazing your neck before his fingers splay and stretch and lock around your jaw. They press inwards gently, enough for you to feel their weighty pressure as he looks down and coos at you.

“Do you make this gorgeous face for him too, princess?”

Your eyes are glassy and glossed over, and in each passing light Sanzu can see the glimmer of the spit accumulating over your tongue. His fingers press into your cheeks, holding your mouth open wider and immediately your tongue stretches forward, pink muscle dripping in clear saliva that dangles from its tip and oozes down your chin. He leans close, forehead nearly bumping against yours as his lips pucker and purse before a clear bead heads from between the soft pink folds. His eyes train and ears perk up at the way your breath hitches, tongue writhing before stilling, fan of lashes dipping down as your own eyes lock onto the trailing liquid seep from his mouth down onto yours. Then, finally, the bead hits your tongue and your lashes flutter as your eyes roll back, but your tongue stays out. Obediently. Just how he trained you.

“Look at me and swallow.”

Sanzu thinks he sees his life in your eyes when you look up at him once more. He can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine, nor the way his grip flexes and tightens for a brief second before travelling down to your neck when your tongue dips inwards and your mouth closes, lips pursing before your throat closes and moves beneath his grip. You open your mouth again, dry of any residue, and he rewards you with a kiss.

“Good girl.”

Sanzu’s spurred on by reactions. He loves to see what he does to people, how he makes them feel. He’d be a liar if he said he didn’t derive some kind of iniquitous pleasure from controlling the amount of pain his victims felt. It’s why he was so good at torturing people, why Bonten garnered the name it got. He loved to see the control he had over someone. He loved to be in control of something no one should have control over.

His infatuation with you was inevitable, he supposed. You were just too good. You couldn’t hold back how you felt if you tried.

It’s reminded when the fingers around your throat press in, squeezing until your breathing is reduced to a soft wheeze, blood pounding in your ears. At the same time he’s pushing into you, thick finger stretching your sodden hole and the sensation is delicious as it is welcomed and familiar. Your eyes flutter and roll, chest raising, sticky sounds of slick gently popping in the air. Sanzu hums in approval, slowly easing in and taking his time at first, just to see you cave.

“There it is,” he comments slickly, licking at his canines. “There’s that face I love so much.”

His fingers flex, drawing back and before you have a chance to whine he shoves it in again, this time middle joined with his ring finger. His palm slaps against your clit with each skilled thrust and the pads of his fingertips curve inwards, nestling against the top of your walls, right against that spot he knew made you shake. And you did, thighs quivering and gentle little moans falling from trembling lips, sloppy sounds of growing slick making you shiver in delight. Sanzu knew your body better than anything else and every time he got the chance to play with you he reminded you.

“Zuzu,” you mewl cutely and his dick throbs in his pants. He squeezes your throat tighter, feeling the way your walls pulse and suck around his fingers. He dips to your face to kiss your cheek, panting in your ear soon after.

“Think I should let you cum on my fingers, princess?” He nibbles on your earlobe. “Think I should make a mess of your pussy and send you home to him?”

“Sanzu,” you weakly call out and he knows you’re in no state to answer. His movements sink into you and don’t pull out, instead opting to draw out your high by massaging right into that needy spot. It’s mind melting, causing your toes to curl in your heels and you try best to gasp out. The feeling in your head is light now in the best way, lack of oxygen and his ministrations the closest thing to ecstasy you’d gotten all night. But Sanzu knows it’s not enough. He knows his prodding only keeps that building feeling from falling and nothing more. It doesn’t elevate it, it doesn’t let it fall, it keeps it sustained. Pleasure keeps coursing through your body, making your pussy wetter and wetter by the moment but that’s all. It’s never enough to make you cum.

He can’t. Well..not today.

You’re nearing Mikey’s penthouse now and he knows his time with you is winding up. He knows he has to let you go to your rightful man, and selfishly he grows to dislike it. With his hands perusing the landscape of your body he’s reluctant to let you go, but he knows he has to. So, first, he releases the grip around your neck, careful not to bruise the skin.

He swipes across your gumminess one more time before pulling out slowly, hissing at the web of slick that pulls across his fingers. He can’t help himself; dipping the same fingers into his mouth he moans at the taste, own lashes brushing against his cheeks as he savored over your syrup. He pulls away only to place a kiss to your lips again, grinning at your slightly fucked out expression. He dips between your legs and smacks your pussy lightly a few times, chuckling at the yelp you make when his ring taps against your clit.

“Go on.” He mutters with a sigh as the car pulls in front of Mikey’s complex. “Take his pussy home to him. He’s got better use for it than I do.”

He watches you from behind lidded eyes as you pull yourself together with a nod, sparing him a short kiss to his scar before you dip out of the car to the other bodyguard assigned to escort you to Mikey’s room. You wobble, be it from being finger fucked to hell or from the alcohol Sanzu couldn’t tell, but the possibility of it being from him has him smirking to himself nonetheless. He sighs to himself when you look back, now ways away from the car, and turns his eyes to examine the watch on his wrist.

You were something unearthly. Only that could explain the foreign sliver of jealousy that bloomed dark over his already charred heart. Jealous that you’d give yourself to Mikey once more. Jealous that Sanzu hadn’t claimed you before his boss did. Jealous, most of all, that in spite of, he’d be crawling back to you the second your pretty eyes and lopsided smile flashed in his direction again, a silent beg to indulge himself in you once more.

“Take me home.” He pulls across the partition and calls out to the driver, who simply nods and follows his instruction. All Sanzu could do now was wait on your call once more.

Some kind of witch indeed.

taglist: @shiwhore @miytsuya @kugoinks @sanzudopeamine @risano @zvchinni @scummy-simp @h-a-r-u-c-h-i-y-o @chloe-nanami @ssanzuu @chsetlantc @rinrinfoxy @shigarakistomura

crossed out names couldn't be tagged!

𝘪 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘴𝘫𝘴𝘩𝘧𝘣𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘺𝘢!

Yes hi, I just wanted to tell you that your bad boy Aone is PERFECTION. I usually prefer the gentle giants (hence why Aone is one of my favorite characters!) but the way you wrote him as a bad boy had me drooling haha!

i am so happy you liked it! ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡ i think he’s a dreamboat, gentle giants are my fav too. it was my first time writing so im actually fangirling, thank you!!

VISUAL SIBLINGS 💗

A supernatural wife never stays…

I’m always extra fascinated by folklore tropes that show up in a wide variety of cultures, so let’s look at another one: the supernatural/inhuman wife. These are usually stories about a man winning himself a wife that is decidedly not human, either through trickery or courtship. But it never lasts, because these stories all seem to have the same ending, the wife leaves:

Almost all selkie stories, both from Celtic and Nordic tradition, are an example of this. A man steals a selkie’s pelt and thereby binds him to her or leaves her stranded on land and in her desperation persuades her to come back with him and become his wife. After many years and many children she always finds her pelt, however, and as soon as she does she runs off to the sea. In most cases it turns out she has a husband and children in the sea too. In most she keeps leaving presents for her children and in some she still feels affection for her human husband, but she never goes back ashore. There are similar tales about swan-maidens.

An Aboriginal story from the Guugu Yimithirr-speaking people called “The forest spirit and his ten beautiful daughters” tells how the great hunter and warrior Gabul, the Carpet Snake, goes to the mountaintop where the powerful Forest Spirit, lives. He bests him in an unarmed fight, demanding to marry one of his daughters as reward before he will let him go. He takes the most beautiful of the ten daughters home to be his wife but starts worrying when she does not eat or drink. Eventually he takes her to the river and there she promptly turns into a fish and swims upstream back to her father’s mountain, leaving Gabul ashamed and broken-hearted.

There are also stories about fairy wives, most notably two from Wales. One, collected as “The Shepherd of Myddvai”, has a shepherd courts a beautiful maiden that dwells in a lake by bringing her bread. She agrees to go with him if he promises not to strike her three times without cause. Of course he promises this, but he taps her once for dallying to spur her into action, once in confusion when she weeps at a happy wedding, and once in disapproval when she laughs at a sober funeral. She declares their marriage ended and flees back to her lake, only returning once her sons are grown to give them gifts of healing. In the similar tale “Touched by Iron” a farmer’s son falls in love with a fairy maiden and the promise he must make her father is to never touch her with iron. One day as he helps his wife off her horse, she is touched on the knee by the stirrup of the saddle and vanishes. But with her mother’s help she does get to visit him sometimes afterwards, by standing on a large floating turf on a lake, so it could not be said she had set foot on human earth.

In a Chinese story called “The Painter”, from the 9th century bundle Wenqi lu, a learned man buys a screen with a painting of an inhumanly beautiful woman on it. The painter tells him of a ritual that might bring the woman to life and the man manages to call her to him. She steps out of the painting and consents to stay with him, they even have a son together. When the child is two years old, however, the man speaks with a friend of his, who immediately suspects the woman of being a dangerous creature and gives him a celestial weapon to kill her. As soon as he arrives home, his companion sobs that she is a mountain spirit who never asked to be painted by the painter and never asked to be called by him. She steps back into the painting, taking her child with her, leaving the man alone with a beautifully painted screen that now shows both her and the little boy.

acting a little flirty with other bonten members while you're dating sanzu in hopes of making him jealous enough to drag you out of the room so he could fuck you. except you don't realize that sanzu is actually the type of jealous that consists of putting his gun to your head or taking you up to the roof and holding you dangerously close to the edge until you're crying and pleading, promising that you'll never do it again. things can never just be simple with him.