#something quick and dirty before i lose motivation

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Don't Get Attached | Drabble Series

"I'd rip anything off you,"

“Y/n, are you still mad at me?” Junkook’s breathless voice echoes in the men’s washroom as the two of you exit the tiny stall. Chest heaving up, you run your fingers through your curls before wiping the smeared lipstick off of your face. 

“Why would I be? Mhm? I looove the sight of my ripped dress on the dirty floor,” you scoff, rolling your eyes as your arms fold over your chest which was left covered by the mere fabric of the lacy bra. Just a few minutes ago, you were so immersed in the pleasure of Jungkook’s slender fingers that it took you a good second to realize why you could suddenly feel the cool breeze all over your body. 

“To be fair, I’d rip anything off you,” he says softly, hands inching closer to your waist as his broad shoulders cage your form under him. Arms on either side of you, he leans closer, tilting his head to the side to meet your furrowed gaze before noticing the goosebumps covering your soft skin. 

“Koo …” you whisper, placing your hands on his blazer as his sly smirk slowly softens looking down at your doe eyes. It doesn’t take much for him to fold, just the innocence in your gaze is enough of a motive for him to lift your body onto the countertop. And, as your legs naturally spread apart, the tiny space between you two welcomes him in, as if reserved solely for his touch. 

“I’m sorry baby, you know I don’t do too well with sundresses,” Jungkook mumbles, tucking a few stray curls behind your ear before giving your pouty lips a quick peck. 

“Well, now what? I’m literally naked,” you chuckle from the disbelief, leaning back on the stained mirror. For some context, tonight is your friend’s big gallery exhibition and Jungkook was supposed to be your plus one. But now, it seems like the only exhibition the two of you came to watch is your own mirror sex. To be quite frank, you’re not even sure how it all escalated to this. One second the two of you were arguing about who was more artistically gifted and the next you watched him pin your arms over your head as his thrusts gradually increased in speed. 

“Fine by me. Just the way I like it,” Jungkook says with a grin, nibbling on his lip rings as his eyes scan his favourite canvas. 

“Koo, I’m serious. I can’t go out like this in front of all our friends,” you snap him out of it before slightly pushing him off of you. 

“Here, put this on,” he says, handing you his blazer. “Now, we’re even,” a teasing chuckle escapes his parted lips as he unbuttons his black dress shirt, exposing his sculpted chest and the silver chain that would usually dangle over you. 

“I’m not sure how this is supposed to help us hide the fact that we just fucked,” 

“Who said I wanted to hide it?” Jungkook replies with a sly wink before opening the door, eyes following your every move as his blazer covered just enough of your skin to eliminate possible suspicion. As far as everyone else is concerned, this is a fashion statement. 

“I would lay you down on top of this piano if you’d let me. Listen to the echoes of your pretty moans bounce off the brick walls, giving these people the pleasure of some real live music,” the sound of his raspy voice dragging behind shifts your attention back to your needy boyfriend as you turn around to see him manspreading on the wooden piano bench. 

“What an intriguing offer, unfortunately, all you do is talk, pretty boy,” you tease, as the sound of your heels inching closer to him adds to the heated tension. 

“Don’t do that, y/n,” 

“Do what?” 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” his hooded eyes shoot up, hands tracing circles on your exposed thighs. 

“I think I’ll be just fine,” 

“I know you will. I’m more concerned about myself. When it comes to you I seem to lose all control,” 

“Oh? I’m sorry?” you attempt to act shocked, blinking your naive eyes as to create an image of pure innocence. 

“No, you’re not,” Jungkook scoffs, jerking his head back, and pulling you onto his lap as your lips rest inches apart. 

“I’m not. I like the taste of dominance,” you give into a quick peck before straddling his thighs, earning a slight hiss.  

“And, I like the taste of you. To each their own, I guess,” Jungkook mumbles the last part before pulling you into a deep kiss. Tongues fighting for the said dominance, the space between your heaving bodies is no longer apparent. And, as your hands trail up his warm chest you could feel him smirk into the kiss, his grip tightening around your waist.

“Koo,” you manage to let out a hitched breath before cupping his face which was busy leaving trails of purple marks on your collarbone. 

“Do we have to go back? We can put on our own show at home. I’ll be the artist and you can be my muse, mhm? How does that sound?” he virtually pleads, eyes sparkling under the dim lights of the hall. 

“No way one sundress got you this needy,” you can’t help but giggle, gaze softening at his vulnerable state.  

“You could walk out wearing a sack of potatoes and I’d still beg on my knees,” 

“What will you do if we break up?” you ask hushedly, caressing his soft hair. 

“Oh, there’s no breaking up, baby. I’m too consumed now,” Jungkook grins, sneaking his hands under your blazer before earning a soft yelp from your parted lips. 

“And what if I’m not?” you say teasingly, slowly straddling your hips back and forth, innocent eyes locked on his darkened gaze. Of course, you are, but what’s the fun in admitting your weakness? 

“You’re not?” he asks, smirking at the way your mouth slights parts as his thumb rubs circles over your throbbing heat. You might be his weakness but you also stand no chance when his possessive side takes over. 

“I said if,” you whisper, chest heaving up from the suffocating tension. 

“I’ll make sure you are. Make sure you’re mine,”

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Tama Tonga NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Don't let his demeanor fool you, he's a snuggle bear, though after sex he prefers cock warming cuddles. He wants to feel you flutter around him for just a little longer while you keep him nice and warm. He loves to make out after sex to before he goes and starts the shower or bath for you both.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Tama loves his arms, he loves that he has enough strength in them to throw you around a little bit when he wants to fuck you rough.

He's an ass man, he loves smacking it till it turns bright red. He will for sure put you over his lap and spank you while you count each one if you've been a brat to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Literally all over you, he loves cumming inside you or on your face the most though. Tama's love for cumming on you comes from his marking kink, whether its cum, scratches, hickeys, or bites, he wants everyone to know you are his girl.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He has 100% stole your underwear to use while he's away. He will call you while he's gone on a trip and show you your pretty lace panties wrapped around his cock while he cums. So he keeps stealing them a secret but gets so aroused at the thought of you knowing he's such a perv that he pretty much tells on himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh he knows exactly what he is doing, Tama has had a decent amount of experience and is a very quick learning when it comes to pin pointing the things that his partner needs and likes the best. His area of expertise though is `100% oral

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Tama's favorite position is the lotus position, he loves being able to wrap his arms around you and thrust up into you so he can hit the right spot perfectly. Another favorite about the lotus to him is the fact he can reach up to your chin and make you look him in the eyes while he fucks you. " Yeah, you like that? My slut wanna cum? then look at me"

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely more serious, Tama prefers to have a rougher and more kinky time in the bedroom with you which tends to things being more on the serious side of things.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Thick dark curly hair, that's black in color and is a whole damn bush. Tama does not care he wants you to choke on them when you suck his dick.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Tama is very focused during the moment, He loses himself in the goal of giving you the best fucking of your life and tends to forget about the softer side of intimacy and romance because of this. However, that doesn't mean that he isn't romantic at all, he will show you this side of him during aftercare and in your day to day life.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He loves mutual masturbation, though he definitely prefers being able to fuck you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Spanking

Daddy/Sir

Slight spit kink

Bondage

Breeding

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. Man is a damn fiend when it comes to you and he will bend you over anywhere. The amount times Solo has walked in on you Two is ungodly.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He gets turned on by the simple things that you do, like the way your tongue sticks out when you think, when you go shopping and try on dresses and lingerie, and he even gets turned on by the way you look at him.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing you is off the table for him, he's a very jealous lover in the bedroom snf is aware of this. He feels as though he is the only one who can fuck you and make you feel this good.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

God he loves eating pussy, he will shove his whole face between you legs and won't stop till your legs are shaking. If you squirt he gets off alot on the fact his beard would be soaked.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Tama tends to always be on the fast and rough side of things. He usually is like this though because of his energy, he has a very high stamina and rough and fast is really just the way he gets it all out of his system.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He loves quickies. He will shove you up against the wall somewhere backstage just to get a quick fuck in before he has to go out and fight. His favorite though is when he lifts you up onto something and gets on his knees to give you a quick tongue fuck.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is so risky it's concerning. Tama will try anything with you, he treats you like his queen and his queen gets what she wants. Anything you wanna experiment in he is down for it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He could go all night if you can keep up with him. However, he will settle for 3-4 rounds. He has to make sure you're either begging him to stop cause of the sensitivity or shaking from squirting hard.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't use the often with you but he does have a few he uses on occasion. Handcuffs are a classic for him as well as using a small bullet vibrstor on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he loves to tease you. Tama wants to hear you whine for him to touch you before he makes you fall apart. "What is it love? You want daddy to rub this clit?"

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh he's loud but not whiny loud. He let's out deep and loud growls and groans. (I know what your thinking, yes he's a damn gremlin another story for another time 🤣)

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He loves taking nudes, he will send you them all the time when he's away for a show.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Tama is actually pretty big. He's about 8 inches with thick veins running along his shaft. He has a bright red color to the tip, which makes it look 10 times hotter when it leaks precum.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high, he craves you to the point it's almost inhumane. Putting a exact estimate of how much you two have sex is hard to do, because of the amount of times he talks you into quickies.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes pretty long for him to fall asleep after sex. He will lay with you if you want him to cuddle you while you fall asleep, sometimes he will get up and maybe go get stuff ready for work, take care of stuff around the house, or something of the sort.

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Soap NSFW Alphabet

John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Johnny's aftercare is just perfect, he gets all soft and gentle, kissing the bruises that are yet to form, kissing you, running his hands up your thighs and back, softly talking about how much he loves you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of their partner’s)

Ass. 

John would hardly be able to choose a part which is his favourite, he loves all of you, but he had a thing for your ass. And taking you from behind was something he absolutely adored.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

On your ass is one of his things, coating you in his cum is a proof of who you belong to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

John likes roleplay.

And he has a hero kink.

If he can play with the thought that he is saving you and you call him your hero, he would get hard in an instant.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re 

doing?)

Before he joined the team, he had many lovers, not too many though. He would know what he's doing but he wouldn't call himself that experienced.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style. From behind.

Taking you from behind so he can see your ass bounce as he pounds you or as you move back on him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Serious, always but he could be goofy if he wants to.

He prefers to be serious because he has so limited time with you, he doesn't want to waste any.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Dark hair for sure, but he always take the time to shave before he goes to see you. He does let it grow out during missions though.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very intimate. 

Love-making is his speciality he would often say, and he does not lie.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Of course, it happens during lonely nights. 

He would touch himself imagining you are with him and doing it to him. He would be quiet, or as quiet as he can be.

One of the sexiest sights to see his pants by his ankle, his shirt rolled up as he bites down on the fabric while he fists his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding.

Even if he has a condom on, the thought of filling you to the brim and watching it slowly ooze out of you is a sight to behold.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bed.

Something extremely domestic about how he is so fixated on having you in bed. 

But he does like quickies though. He likes to bend you over the table or put you up on the countertop.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you wearing his shirt. But he does have a favourite dress of yours. A beautiful nice black short dress. 

But the domestic sight of you in the kitchen preparing food or just ironing his shirts can turn him on.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Hurting you in any form. One time you tried choking, and it left bruises. He hated the sight. So, while you liked when he was rough, he would never do things like choking after that day. He was too afraid he would lose control one day.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Of course, he loves to see you on your knees for him but he prefers to get lost in your cunt. He loves giving oral, making you feel amazing, and smelling your arousal.

He always eats you out before he fucks you. He's like a starved man.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Limited by the time and depending on his mood he changes the pace.

When he arrives home after a long mission, he is always slow and sensual, making sure you feel absolutely every snap of his hips.

But when he is about to leave, he is quick and a little rough. 

Fucking you into the mattress so you do not think of any other men ever.

Not like you would.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not too often but it does happen.

For him, quickies are mainly when he suddenly feels possessive or you just look way too good in his shirt one morning and he just has to have you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He would be open if you wanted to try something out, and he is not shy to bring in his own ideas. 

As long as you are both comfortable, he is down.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Many.

Too many. So many in fact he can still go after you black out. He could go for rounds and rounds not letting you catch a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or 

themselves?)

He is not big on toys.

He prefers to use his own cock instead of a dildo but he is not opposed to you having some. He understands you need them when he's not there to help. 

One thing he does like is the buttplugs. Seeing you have one in or even just the thought drives him wild.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't like to tease or be teased.

But it does make things a lot more interesting whenever you are out and you or he start it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lots and lots of grunts.

His voice in your ear, with that accent of his calling your name. He likes it when you are loud but he does make noise himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Johnny's extremely possessive.

He knows you'd never leave him, yet he still has a feeling in his stomach whenever you laugh at one of Ghost's terrible jokes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nice thick and long cock. 

Johnny knows he is big and he knows how to use his impressive member.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Given his line of work, he knows how to control himself. But it's hard when you are right there.

During those times he always has to touch you in some way.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He always waits for you to fall asleep on his chest first. He prefers to make sure you are warm and comfortable after sex.

But it does happen sometimes that he falls asleep first. During those times, you just watch him as he sleeps. 

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NFSW Alphabet- Sam Winchester

Warning: Smut, 18+, language

A/n: I know this one isn't super good but since I'm not as into Sam as I am Dean it's harder for me to write sexy stuff about Sam. But I promise I'll try and get better for all my Sam girlies out there:)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sam would cuddle for a few minutes and play with your hair before getting up to clean you off and bring you anything you need. You are always his first priority

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I feel like Sam would be really really proud of his hands because they are so big, he can pleasure you well

I feel like Sam would be the type to really love grabbing at his partners waist and hips and tracing the curves on their body

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

You and Sam aren't ready to settle down and have kids yet so he loves cuming on your boobs or in your mouth

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Sam secretly likes that you're not as experiences as he is so he can teach you new things

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While Sam isn't as experienced as Dean he definitely knows how to pleasure you and can make you scream so much you lose your voice

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

I feel like Sam would be a missionary kind of guy because he enjoys being intimate and close to you, but when it comes to angry or jealous sex his favorite position is doggy

F = Foreplay(how much time do they take pleasing you, teasing, etc) (I haven't actually seen anyone do this and I think it's a fun one to add:)

Sam would want to be pleasured first so he could take his time on you and he would start by fingering you and making you cum and then he would get to the main event

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sam can be either goofy or serious depending on what was happening before you guys started having sex

He'd be goofy if you guys were play fighting or just being silly together before

He'd be serious if he was jealous or just wanted to make you feel loved

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sam is literally as bald as it can get

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sam definitely is the kind of guy to always be checking on you during sex and making sure that you feel good and he's not doing anything to make you uncomfortable. He loves being close to you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sam doesn't really jack off a lot he prefers anything he does to be with you but if he's out on a hunt away from you and he's really desperate he will and he'll usually call you and ask for your help:)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sam LOVES pulling your hair and letting you know he has control

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sam is very private when it comes to sex so he prefers in his room at the bunker or if you to have a motel room to yourselves

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you are in one of his shirts and some shorts and just sitting with him doing research and drinking coffee

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that would hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sam loves receiving head he likes encouraging you to take more of him each time you give him head

He will give you head but he prefers using his fingers because they're long and can make you feel better

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sam likes more sensual and sweet moments with you where you guys can just take your time and enjoy each others company

If you guys have to be quick though he knows fast and rough will make you guys finish quicker

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sam doesn't like quickies because he would rather take his time and be able to just enjoy it with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will try anything that you guys agree on

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sam can usually last about 3 rounds but he makes sure you cum before him most times or together

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like Sam wouldn't be into toys cause he's not super kinky and he wants to be the one making you feel good

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I feel like Sam would tease by going really slow so it feels like he's torturing you until you had begged him long enough to fully pleasure you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

I feel like Sam is very vocal but he likes to be quiet and shy about it. He's only loud enough so you can hear him and know it's only you making him feel this way

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sam likes doing food / desert play with you before sex

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean have you seen how tall this man is!! He is definitely as big as you imagine it would be

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Sam doesn't have a super high sex drive, he would ideally have sex with you 3-4 times a week because when you guys are on hunts it's hard for him to focus on anything besides the job so he needs to wait for when you guys have down time so he can give you his full attention

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sam would fall asleep after you fell asleep, he likes watching you sleep because you're just so peaceful and beautiful it gives him more time to look at you

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Werewolf!Sihtric NSFW Alphabet

A = After (what they’re like after sex)

Tell him he's been a good boy for you, tell him he has done so well for you. He want so badly to be praised after sex. Help him clean up, he'll help you in return.

After that he'll want to cuddle and he likes it best when you play with his hair.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He is very proud of his back and shoulders, but also of his hands and eyes.

On you it's the softness of your skin and the scent that lives between your thighs, the warmth between your breasts and those little details on your skin.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Big wolfie loads, of course. He also quite likes cum marking. He is a shooter.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's buildt himself a nest in the walk in closer of blankets and he sleeps there when you are away from home, jerking off with your panties and cuddling with your PJs.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Before you he's had some short flings, but nothing that really got anywhere. With you he can really be himself and allow his wolfie side to run wild.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

DOGGY!!!!

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sihtric does not take himself too seriously. He is bound to bring some laughter to the bedroom. He'll start little playfights or tickle you or be very distractive in non sexual ways.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Is pretty hairless until he turns into his wolfie form.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It is very important to Sihtric. Especially when you become mated, he needs your love much more than sex with you and he does need sex a whole heck of a lot!

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Of course. If you aren't available, or not in the mood, he will absolutely help himself!

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Scenting, love bites/marks, predator/prey play, possessive play, edging, overstim, orgasm denial and when you make him beg.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The woods, bed, kitchen table and when he goes through heat/rutt a nest in the walk in closet.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Your scent, your chemosignals, your pheromones, your curves, when you act a bit bossy, grinding against you and YOUR SCENT.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Daddy, cnc, ageplay and bodily waste.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

YES PLEASE. He can cum from eating you out, ngl. And a failsafe way to make all his troubles go away is a BJ.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He does try to go slow every so often, but he usually devolves into fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Yes, of course!!! Any chance to fuck you is a chance he takes, even when he can only get something quick in.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Oh yes, Sihtric likes some risky sex and he has the 'don't knock it till I try it mentality'.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sihtric doesn't really have endurance, but he has zero refractory period. He can got for five or six rounds without losing volume or ferocity.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh yes, he is a toy user, on himself as much as on you, he is so willing to try everything out, too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be quite a brat, but he loves it so much more when you tease him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is LOUD, whimpering, whining, howling, growling. And wicked top notch dirty talk non stop!

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is an absolute monster when it is heat season. He wants nothing more than to just live inside you, tied down. He sort of neglects himself, getting a bit skinny and he defo needs a shower. He's lucky heat peak only lasts 3 days.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He got that big wolfie cock and you know it. Nice knot, good girth and bully your cervix big.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high, he is basically ready all the time, you just have to tell him you want him and there he goes.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Around the new moon, Sihtric will nod off very easily. But closer to the full moon, he'll be rather restless and might not sleep much.

[randomshenaniganery]

Reasons why the Svanaclaw chapter wasn’t as good as it could have been

It all starts with Leona, not that his character is flimsy or bad but I don’t think the writer handled him properly. 

The plot seems patched up.

Leona proves in literally every chapter but his own that he’s really smart. He’s the first one to notice Grim eating the weird black shit is bad, he’s quick at thinking and able to do something good while still benefit from it (helping the dumbass group with azul, helping jack from being ganged up on and beat up etch). The only thing he lacks is motivation and that’s because he’s already half given up hope. 

He’s also very likely projecting Farena onto Malleus. Its not much about Malleus is soo much better than him he’s intimidating but that Malleus absolutely wrecking Svanaclaw singlehandedly every spelldrive competition despite how hard he works and how many times he tries reminds him of how utterly useless all his efforts to be king of sunset savana ends up.

No matter all his hard work, his ability and his smarts were he just didn’t win, he won’t become king.

Putting that aside Leona’s ‘plan’ in the 2nd chapter is very... juvenile. 

It doesn’t match up with the rest of his intelligence. 

If every dorm but svanaclaw had incidents with their players then obviously svanaclaw would be the biggest suspect and yet in the chapter every five seconds they’re like OHHH make sure there is NOoooooooooo evidence. 

Also if Malleus is the only reason Svanaclaw loses why are they taking out people from other dorms? Why didn’t they take out people from Diasmonia? Why not just directly target Malleus? I get that he’s really strong and it would be super hard but it just seems like a waste of time to attack players from literally every dorm but the dorm that is kicking everyone’s ass. 

Not only that but if u can’t beat him in spelldrive with your own crazy magic what makes u think a stampede will kill him? That and also Leona’s freak out was so iffy and awkward to me. He just seemed like an asshole especially with the choking his dorm mates and he didn’t even over blot yet. 

I think that the writer was lazy took very direct plot points from the lion king slapped it on and called it a day. 

If you wanted the story to be more memorable or believable try this, Leona seeing some kind of news article talking about what kind of king Farena is, Leona’s family urging him to talk more to them, everyone talking about how Malleus is going to win the tournament in a landslide with very little hope for everyone else, jack talking about how leona used to be so cool in spelldrive. 

You build up Leona’s stress to the point that he’ll start to think that that stupid plan i mentioned might just work because he’s gotten to the point of being desperate. If he might win the spelldrive competition against Malleus Draconia maybe he still has a shot at being king. maybe it isn’t hopeless after all. 

you know what’s better than making him overblot before the competition? making him overblot when Diasmonia wins even if he tried dirty tactics. 

because then ALL of his efforts fall down, his practices at spell drive, how smart he is, how strong he is, and even with him playing dirty. He still lost and that’s what will make him lose it.

This is more authentic and far more in-character than what we got in twisted wonderland.

because Leona is (as I said), really smart and I believe that he’ll only do something stupid if he’s desperate.

So make him desperate. 

so like ya know twisted wonderland writers why’d you do him so bad?

[insavnity]

CHANHEE A-Z NSFW

A - After care: He likes being cuddled, especially when you wrap your arms around him while you gasp for air. He likes tangling his legs with yours and gently kissing your head, asking if you’re okay and if you had a good time.

B - Body parts: I think Chanhee might get really confident whenever you place your hands on his small waist, it makes him feel sexier. He would definitely love your clavicles, such a delicate part of you He just can’t help but kiss it all the time.

C - Cum: I’m sorry but I think Chanhee is the type that loves to cum on himself. Seeing his torso painted in white because of your hands, or mouth, drives him crazy. He would like to cum on your breasts too, especially if he’s on top or fucking your mouth.

D - Dirty secret: This man wants to be pegged. Doggy style or missionary, he doesn’t care: he just wants your strap in his ass while he moans out your name.

E - Experience: I don’t see him as someone who has been with plenty of people but I feel like he definitely know what he likes and he would be a quick learner about what you like.

F - Favorite position: Chanhee would love laying down, both of you hugging each other as he lazily thrusts into you until he gets more desperate, gripping on your thighs for dear life while you both chase your high.

G - Goofy: I feel like he would be embarrassed if he joked around while being in the mood, he likes being serious and sweet without too many out-of-place jokes.

H - Hair: I feel like he would be perfectly groomed, he likes it better that way.

I - Intimacy: I feel like Chanhee would be really delicate and gentle all the time. He would be rarely rough, holding your wrists tightly only to kiss them better right after your orgasm.

J - Jack Off: He likes touching himself, I just know this. He wouldn’t just masturbate to cum, he would make himself desperate for an orgasm, especially while you’re not there to please him.

K - Kinks: He definitely likes being overstimulated. He secretly loves when you keep riding him after he released inside of you, he loves when you take control over him because he’s a little too sensitive to remind you he can be in charge. He’s into edging as well, he likes seeing you desperate and he loves listening to you begging out loud for him to finally let you cum.

L - Location: He’s basic and he just loves the bed, or the couch. He needs to feel physically comfortable.

M - Motivation: I think he’d start feeling worked up when you caress his chest, it is his sensitive spot and he loves feeling your hands on it.

N - No: Save this boy from dirty talk. He just can’t do it unless it’s something natural. He would probably encourage you to cum though.

O - Oral: He loves giving. This man is an eater fr. He could do it all day without getting tired of listening to your moans, He loves receiving as well and he would totally get lost into the feeling of your mouth all over his length.

P - Pace: I see him as the type to go slow and deep. The way is moves his hips to bury himself deeper inside of you is hypnotic.

Q - Quickie: He’s not a fan of quickie because, as i said, he loves slow and sensual sex. He’d rather work his fingers on you or get you on your knees to quickly suck him off when he desperately needs it.

R - Risk: He hates the idea of being caught and he’s definitely not a risk taker.

S - Stamina: He could last a couple of rounds and they would last a lot. Since he likes being slow, he can last for a good fifteen minutes before losing himself in you completely.

T - Toy: He would love to use a vibrator on your clit while he stares at you, observing every move you make while he sucks on your nipples.

U - Unfair: He’s a teaser with his slow thrusts. He would just go slower and slower until he almost stops just to hear you whine while you try to move your hips against his cock.

V - Volume: He can be really quiet or really loud, depends on how he feels that day. He definitely cries out every time he cums.

X - X-ray: I think he’s about 7.5 inches.

Y - Yearning: His sex drive isn’t really high, but he can get pretty needy if he’s stressed by something.

Z - Zzz: He falls asleep right after you fall asleep in his arms.

header: @/sailorjisunq

(requested by @ilovechanhee)

[aaronkull]

Aaron Kull Discusses the Overlooked Challenges of Leadership 

The standard leadership advice is simple. It advocates working hard, staying positive, and empowering employees. But what happens when there are substantial challenges along the way? For Aaron Kull, that’s where real leadership begins. 

Kull knows his stuff. An entrepreneur, consultant, and former health care executive, he’s bounced between industries and worked at a wide variety of companies, from small-scale businesses to massive corporations. 

Along the way, he’s faced his share of obstacles. From organizational challenges to ethical dilemmas, he’s encountered a variety of hurdles that aren’t always discussed in traditional stewardship courses. 

The first step to effective captaincy during hard times is self-discovery, he explained. Leaders need to know themselves before they can hope to inspire others with their vision. Not only must a leader know themself, but a leader must also deeply know their team, and what motivates and inspires them. A servant and empathetic leadership style is key to supporting a team to produce results. That’s essentially what leadership is, producing results through others, and in order to do that, you must work across the leadership team to create an environment where leaders support all those below them with full commitment and conviction to enable their success.

Aaron Kull described his own leadership style as grounded in trust, transparency, humility, and high standards. “Transparency and consistency, and vulnerability, to the degree that it’s possible, are really important from a leader,” he said. “Employees are quick to pick up on incongruences. Once it’s displayed, leaders lose commitment of followership, and it becomes more difficult to get the team to adapt and continue to operate as high performing teams.

“One of the things that I have found to be most important about being a leader is being willing to roll up your sleeves and be in the weeds. You cannot hide in an office or behind a wall of a title. You must be visible, accessible, and understood. You must understand the business at every level in order to effectively lead. Sometimes that means getting your hands dirty with everyone else and walking some days in others’ shoes.

“The smallest of details must not escape a leader’s gaze,” Kull continued. “At the same time, they have to keep in mind the overarching vision. This is a tightrope to walk — you don’t want to strangle your team with micromanagement. You need them to be free to try, to fail, to create. You need to guide them in a way that makes them feel empowered.”

Beyond ethical and organizational challenges, leaders also must deal with personal challenges. Self-limiting beliefs, more commonly discussed as “impostor syndrome,” is something that many managers have to contend with at promotion or a new job, Aaron Kull explained. “I think one of my perspectives that I’ve gained from personal experience is that not having done something before does not preclude you from doing it successfully in the future,” he said. “I really think that trying new things is important for ensuring that you’re constantly growing and expanding your skill set. That is a huge part of professional and also individual growth.”

One of the best ways to handle nagging doubts is to purposely push yourself into new places, he added. Not only will it help you understand more aspects of business, but it can also spur new kinds of personal development that may surprise you.

Taking it up one level is where things get even trickier. Looking at the culture, style, and relationships/politics within the executive leadership team can provide a clear view of where the organization is headed and the risks that present themselves in pursuit of that vision. 

“If there is one thing that I have seen break businesses faster than anything else, it is misalignment at the executive leadership level,” Kull observed. “A leadership team that lacks the ability to have tough conversations and hold themselves and each other accountable will not survive difficult times — and even worse, if the leadership team is not laser focused on agreed priorities, the organization beneath them can quickly splinter. 

“When you’re a leader, you need to be able to make decisions that are congruent with the destiny you hope to achieve for the business and the mission that you've explained to the people that are working to make it a reality. It’s really, really important,” Aaron Kull stated. “Being able to make prudent decisions that help the organization achieve its goals while making sure that you stick to your own deeply held beliefs is essential if you want people to follow you.” 

Another essential for effective leadership? Facing hurdles with a self-effacing sense of grace. “As I grew in my career, I think the things that shaped me most effectively as a leader were challenge and humility,” Kull revealed. “I think that becoming humble through your leadership experience is really important and it helps you gain empathy as a leader; it helps you gain perspective as a leader.”

[youngster-monster]

Snow Hazard

Kael’thas can’t remember the last time he went skiing. If you asked him, he wouldn’t be able to recall a time where he went: that’s how long ago it was.

Thinking about it, there is no proof he ever went skiing at all, which is an oversight he should have realized earlier. Before he was stranded on a mountainside with two planks of wood stuck to his feet and no idea what to do, that is.

But let’s not start there. That’s a mortifying situation, and the least you could do is approach it with sufficient context.

It all starts, as most of their shenanigans do, with Halduron barging into the dorm room Kael’thas and Rommath share. It’s not in any way or form an unusual event, but the door slamming against the wall still manages to startle the two mages so hard they almost fall from their seat (or, in the former’s case, his desk, because he cannot and will not sit properly).

“Guys!” He yells, breathless. “I come with great news.”

And then he stops, resting his hands on his thighs and panting. Kael’thas, who had stayed frozen with a hand clasped on his chest in shock, straightens slowly as he glares at him in outrage. Rommath looks from Halduron to his homework with a disinterested look, like he’s trying to settle on which one is the least interesting to him at the moment.

Finally, Halduron continues.

“You know how Lor’themar’s aunt is like, filthy rich, right?”

Kael’thas sneers. He hasn’t met Ophelia Theron many times in his life, but he remembers her being a terribly annoying, shrill woman who insisted on pinching his cheeks at every opportunity. She also tends to flaunt her wealth in the tackiest way, which isn’t in her advantage. “Yeah? So am I. What’s your point?”

“She’s offered to lend us her winter home for a week!” At their lack of response, he adds, “You know. The one next to a ski resort.”

Rommath doesn’t need much more incentive to pay attention to Halduron, because he’s a weirdo who is still into sports despite PE not being mandatory anymore. If anything it’s gotten worse since high school, now that no one can legally stop him from doing extremely dangerous things in the name of exercise like the adrenaline junkie he is. He swivels in his chair and lets out an enthusiastic “Hell yes,” and Halduron grins in return.

The two start talking about plans and road-trip and day pass, the third inhabitant of the room all but forgotten.

Kael’thas, as previously mentioned, hasn’t seen snows higher than his ankle in a decade at last, and has promptly and happily dropped all exercise when he started college, trusting in his awful diet and sleeping pattern to keep him skinny, if not healthy. He’s not a very active person. He enjoys his comfort and doing only as much effort as he absolutely must. And he abhors the cold.

But he hates being alone during winter break just a little bit more, so he only grumbles a bit and goes with it. It’s not like they will force him to ski, anyway. He can chill (eh) in front of the fireplace with mulled wine and a trashy crime novel while they go gallivanting on the slopes.

It’ll be fine.

Turns out his friends know him a lot better than he thought, and use this knowledge for evil and evil only.

They each drive an hour of the six hours trip, save for Rommath who drives the last two and takes advantage of that to act like a tyrant with the radio, citing ‘driver gets to choose the music’ like it’s a valid reason for playing two hours straight of emo rock. After such a trip, Kael’thas only dreams of collapsing on a bear rug and maybe taking a nap or something, and the desire only grows when they drop their bags in the chalet and

At that, Lor’themar says, “We should take advantage of the time we have.”

“Sure, you do that. I, on the other hand, am going to relax, drink some hot chocolate and stay dry.”

“Oh, I’d forgotten-” Rommath leans backward. There’s a devious glint in his eyes Kael’thas knows all too well. “Someone is too scared to go skiing.”

Kael’thas knows exactly what he’s trying to do. He’s trying to appeal to his pride, which is always a safe bet considering he has more pride than common sense on any given day. He sees clear through him.

Won’t stop him from falling for it though.

“I’m not!”

Lor’themar glances at Rommath, then at him, and smiles. “You know, it’s alright if you’re afraid of-”

He throws his hands up and turns around, striding back to the car. “Fuck you!” He cries out, because he got played and he deserves to be mad about his own faillibility.

On the first day, his friends take pity on him and keep him company on the green circle slopes. He’s not really skiing, more like falling down in a controlled manner, and Rommath mocks him endlessly for his baby deer-like lack of grace, as if it’s his fault there’s nothing less natural than sliding down a mountainside with two planks glued to his feet. They end the day on a blue square, on which he loses a ski and also his dignity, and dinner finds him cold, grumpy and full of hate.

The second day of their trip, he wakes up with the sun shining through his window. It’s apparently too late: the three adrenaline junkies woke up at the crack of dawn to tackle some more challenging slopes. Aethas is too awkward to push when he answers his “Do you want to go skiing?” with a sharp, final “No,” and so he gets to spend the day lazing around like he intended to.

They don’t make the same mistake on the third day.

Seven a.m finds them dressed for the cold and waiting for the chairlift. Lor’themar, Halduron and Aethas are talking animately — way too animately for the early morning — while Rommath checks Kael’thas’ gear, ignoring his grumbling.

“You can just give up, we won’t judge you,” he says rather unconvincingly.

Kael’thas gazes at the peak they are about to travel to and sighs. “Yes you will.”

“Yup,” Rommath agrees, taps his chest twice in a semi-reassuring manner, and then waddle to the others.

It’s when they’re already up in the air that Kael’thas, looking at the impressive length of the run, remembers the little symbol he saw on a sign down the slope.

“Hey, Rom,” he asks. “How difficult is a double diamond?”

All conversation freeze. Slowly, carefully, Rommath looks up, at the peak, then down, at the sign they can still barely make out. The silence is broken by a loud swear, followed by Halduron, whose cackling shakes the chairlift and makes Kael’thas grips the side tighter.

“Oh god, he’s going to die,” he manages to choke out between bouts of laughter.

At this point, he thinks that he’d like to.

They stand for a moment at the very top of the slope.

“Yep,” Halduron says, popping the p. “That’s a double black diamond alright.”

“Cool,” Aethas replies, looking a little faint.

“Cool,” Lor’themar repeats, sounding like he actually believes it.

And then, because they’re all assholes, they all look at Kael’thas with varying degrees of pity and throws themselves forward.

He immediately scrambles for Rommath to make sure his friend won’t do the same.

“Relax, we’ll get you down there safely.” A pause. “Somehow.”

“Alive would be a good start! Actually, I’m pretty sure I could get airlifted out of here— Light knows I’m rich enough for this kind of bullshit— Rommath I don’t want to die—“

“Is everything alright here?”

Kael’thas jumps, startled. His skis drift an inch forward with the movement and he freezes, holding his breath and biting his lips, eyes caught on the far, far away sight of the station. He gulps loudly and then, slowly, looks to the side and then up, to the towering figure of the one addressing them.

He is taller than him by a good foot at least, and stands easily balanced on a snowboard. The unflattering clothes hide much of his build but his skimask is pushed up on his forehead, revealing—

Wow, that’s a very nice face.

“My friend is a newbie and we accidentally brought him here,” Rommath explains, shrugging lightly.

The stranger chuckles. “How do you-” He shakes his head. “No matter, I’m not sure I want to know. Do you need help going down?”

Kael’thas frowns, his pride fighting the stomach-twisting fear of his situation, before he manages to grit out, “Yes. Please.”

He looks at Rommath then, who shrugs again. “I’ll be fine.”

“Got it. I’m Illidan, by the way,” he introduces himself, putting his mask back on. “I hope you’re comfortable with manhandling.”

“Wha-”

He doesn’t get to finish his thought, or his sentence. Illidan bends down and, easy as breathing, scoops him in his arms. In a moment he’s holding Kael’thas bridal-style, skis and all.

He’s left briefly shocked until Illidan says, “See you down there!” and, with a twist of his hips, starts going down the double black diamond run.

Kael’thas’ yell gets stuck in his throat and he can only clutch Illidan’s ugly, neon-green jacket as they careen down the slope, wind whistling in his ears. He screws his eyes shut, heart stopping at each bump they ride. Illidan doesn’t seem tense in the slightest, manoeuvring his board easily despite the added weight of a full-grown, ski-ready man in his arms.

And then, as suddenly as it started, they stop. He drags in a shuddering breath and peeks through his eyelashes to see the world standing comfortably still, no landscape passing at breakneck speed and no ground rushing at them as they slide down.

They made it down. Safely, and alive.

Illidan hasn’t let go of him yet, though.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” he says.

“It was worse,” Kael’thas replies. He’s mortified to realize his voice is barely more than a squeak, and he clears his throat before continuing in a lower, if no calmer voice. “It was awful. I almost died, and I fucking hate skiing.”

He feels Illidan’s chest move against his side as the other man chuckles before gently putting him back down. He keeps a steadying hand on his back until he’s sure Kael’thas won’t fall on his ass as soon as he lets go.

“I think you’re being a little dramatic.”

Kael’thas glares up at him, throwing his shoulders back as if it will help with the height difference. Unfortunately, nothing short of high heels will get him at eye-level of this man. “I am not, thank you very much.” He points a finger at Illidan’s chest. “Just for that, you owe me breakfast.”

Illidan takes off his mask, allowing him to see his quirked eyebrow and amused expression. “Aren’t you the one owing me something? I did just save you from going down that slope on your ass, after all.”

He looks away, but only so he can takes off his skis, leaving him only in his heavy boots. “You know what? At this point I don’t care. Take me to breakfast, ski-man. I need pancakes before my heart realizes what happened and decides to stop.”

He hums, quietly amused. “We can’t have that, do we?” He steps off his snowboard and takes it under his arm, looping the other under Kael’thas’. “But I think you deserve it.”

Kael’thas snorts. Damn right he does.

[fallinforgyu]

san nsfw alphabet!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

very very sweet. his confidence would be through the roof after he’s made you cum a few times and he’d take such good care of you once you’re finished 🥺 and he’d fucking love cuddling after sex omg he’d spoon you and kiss your shoulders and tell you how proud you make him :’)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he likes his abs 😌 i kinda think he’d like for you to ride his abs too 🫢 on his partners, i think he likes titties and he’d love sucking your nipples so so much <3

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

i promise i’ll stop talking about his abs in a second but. i think he’d like to lay on his back while you suck his dick, then jerk him off until he cums on his abs. and he’d want you to lick him clean 🥴 he’d say “be a doll and clean me up, yeah?” and then he’d reward you by going down on you for hours <3

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he’s probably had a threesome featuring wooyoung before :o

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

san is very experienced. and i think he’d prefer relationships to hookups because he gets the most pleasure out of taking the time to figure out exactly what his partners like (which wouldn’t take long, because he’s incredibly skilled and knows exactly what he’s doing)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

definitely spooning. he’d like to pinch your nipples and suck your neck while he fucks you from behind <3 and he’d love hearing your ass clap from how hard he’s pounding you

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

is pretty serious!! he cares a lot about making you feel good and he’d only chuckle every now and then to make sure the mood is light and you’re comfortable :)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

probably hairless!!

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

very intimate. he really likes making love and he’d really like to praise (and be praised!) in bed. i don’t know how else to explain this but i think fucking san would be incredibly intimate and incredibly nasty at the same time 😭 he’d spit in your mouth and then kiss you and say “i love you so fucking much”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

would like using lots of lotion or lube when he jerks off. also… very specific again but i think he’d like to tape a fleshlight to a table and then fuck it

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i don’t think san is suuuuper kinky. he’d like mirror sex and he’d like some light choking and bondage, but nothing too crazy. he’d get off more on the intimacy of the situation and wouldn’t want too much distracting from his partner <3

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he doesn’t care that much about location!! a lavish hotel and a storage closet are equally as intimate as long as he’s with someone he loves.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

confidence and assertiveness. be bold and upfront around him and he’ll get turned on pretty quick!!

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

though san loves giving, he wouldn’t like someone who’s selfish in bed. he wants sex to be a collaborative thing where you’re working together to make each other feel good, and i don’t think he’d like a pillow princess/prince as a partner

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

loves giving and receiving equally!! and he’s good with his mouth 😌

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he’s the type to start off slow and sensual and then slowly get faster and rougher as he starts losing his composure 😵‍💫

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

he’d like quickies, but he probably wouldn’t be satisfied after them. he likes knowing that he made you feel mind blowingly good, and he needs a good amount of time to do that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

he’ll try anything once!! but he’s very naturally good at sex, and he doesn’t need anything wild to make you feel good. if you were curious to try new things he’d definitely be down though!!

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

lasts a long time and can go multiple rounds. he really likes fucking and would like to make it last as long as he can 😭

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he likes toys!! he’d really like vibrators for his partners and cock rings for himself. and i think he’d probably like nipple clamps for both himself and his partners :o

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he really likes to tease 😵‍💫 mostly in the way that he’d like to get you worked up in public. he’d wanna see how much you could take before you pull him into the closest closet you can find and fuck the shit out of him <3

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he’s a combination of a moaner and a groaner. if he’s domming you, he’s a groaner. but if you’re domming him, he’s a moaner

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

he might be into food play :o he’d like to lick whipped cream off your nipples and he’d like for you to lick chocolate syrup off his abs 😭 sorry i brought up the abs again

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

i think his dick is perfectly average in size snd length, but it’s also probably really pretty, like something you’d see in porn

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

very high!! he could probably fuck twice a day and still be ready for more 😭

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

not very fast!! he really likes just being with his partners after sex, and he’d love to cuddle and watch a movie or listen to music and talk. he’s such boyfriend material and i don’t think we talk about it enough 🥺

[storiesofsvu]

Alex Cabot NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Alex is obviously the power top in the relationship, she always gives you soft coos of how good you did, how nicely you took it, cupping you to her body gently, stroking your hair until you’re ready to give her a sassy response that usually ends up with a swift swat to your ass.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

You’re absolutely weak for her hands, cause how couldn’t you be?! And that jawline?! Makes you absolutely weak, you often pepper kisses down from her ear, trailing across her jaw to her neck.

She loves your legs, especially when you have to wear a skirt and heels, the clothing accentuating the muscles of your calves 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She LOVES watching you come, it makes her absolutely weak. The way your face scrunches, the way you absolutely lose control, unable to even meet her eye, body shaking beneath her, wow, she’d give everything to get to see that everyday. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She wants a threesome, wants to watch you absolutely shaking, tears breaking free from your eyes as you beg them to make you cum, or beg them to stop. She loves when you shake beneath her, and would 100% get off on watching someone else taking you to your breaking point. She’s also quick to straddle your face during the threesome, riding your mouth til she cums

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s always been pretty comfortable with her sexuality, so she definitely knows what she’s doing and has her fare share of experience. She’s fucking incredible at fingering you, knowing how much you love it, constantly hitting the right spots. 

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

99% of the time she’s on top, she absolutely loves fucking with you, she loves pulling out the strap and pinning you down in whatever way you’ll take it, but she also loves feeling your body against hers.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Alex can be, there are obvious moments that cause for a laugh shared between the two of you, resulting in a soft kiss, but usually its more serious 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I’m not gonna lie, Alex is pretty dirty, she’s a power top, don’t fucking try me. She definitely gets intimate with people she’s been with for a longer time frame, showering them with kisses, but her intimacy/romance is more in acts of service/physical touch in every day life not in the bedroom

J = Jack off (masturbation head canon)

She doesn’t do it often, sometimes when she can’t sleep she’ll imagine you and touch herself but its rarely ever done, she’d much rather have the real thing

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Like i said, she’s a power top, she LOVES dominating you, spanking you, calling you darling, oof

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Anywhere inside of your apartment

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

She gets riled up when she gets jealous, even though she knows you’re hers and only hers it still pisses her off, she takes you home and reminds you who you belong to! 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She’s not into anything anal related

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves both, your pussy tastes like absolute heaven and she’s proud of how powerful her fingers are. But your mouth, wow, she’s never had anything quite like it, her hips thrusting against your mouth every time you find you find yourself buried there

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the day, she varies, she loves to take her time, teasing you, egging you on, making you whimper and whine, body thriving for more, but when she doesn’t have time, she’ll finger fuck you into oblivion before disappearing to work for 12 hours

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not often, she likes to take her time with you

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Again, not often, she loves to fuck the shit out of you, even on your balcony, but she wont get more public than that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Alex can literally fuck you all night and she knows it, you could be shivering from overstimulation, absolutely exhausted, eyes fluttering shut, literally half asleep when she turns on the vibrator again and you literally sob at the sound much less the touch cause she gets off on torturing you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Duh. She has all the toys, loves using them, but even more loves using them on you making you squeal

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She loves to tease, her hand will clench your thigh overly tight in public, reminding you that you’re hers. She likes to play with you before fucking with you as long as she has enough time to the point that you’re a whimpering mess underneath her

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She moans a lot, groaning at how good your mouth feels against her, her words coming out in huffs and puffs, praise leaving her lips.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

She’s a power top. Loves when anyone submits to her

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Again, this is very male centric…girl is fucking gorgeous

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Alex has a pretty high sex drive and you take full advantage of it, fucking her to oblivion every chance you get

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Alex always waits for you to fall asleep first. She may be a power top that fucks the shit out of you but she loves you more than anything and wants to make sure you’re okay, cuddling you to her, laying a series of soft kisses on your head

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What is your writing advice for young people who want to write fanfiction and original stories in the near future?

If this is just Way Too Much, skip to the end (#16). My most important piece of advice is there. I also happen to think #5 is pretty good.

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1) Literally just write. Write whatever you want, and do a lot of it.

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2) You don’t have to post everything. In fact you don’t have to post anything. You can, don’t get me wrong, but it can be intimidating to sit down and think “I will now write something that other people will see and read and judge with their eyeballs.” Because that’s probably gonna lead to nerves and writer's block. Just write down the ideas that you have, the things you want to write, whatever’s in your brain that you want to explore and expand upon and make into something. And then if you want to, share it. Or don’t share it. I have plenty of half-baked ideas and documents and random story chapters and shit hidden away on my Google Drive that will never see the light of day, for a whole number of reasons. I wanted to write it but it wasn’t ~Spicy~ enough to warrant posting, or it’s only like an eighth of a good idea, or it’s like one scene with no story around it, or it’s just something incredibly self-indulgent I just wanted to write for my own enjoyment.

Point being, don’t write for other people. Don’t write so that other people can read it; write what you want, write for yourself, and then if you want to share it, do.

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3) You can pretty much ignore any and all of these for fanfiction. In fact, you can ignore pretty much any rules or guidelines you want for fanfiction. Fanfic is a sandbox. You don’t have to be a “professional writer” to post fic. No one expects you to be Stephen King or Margaret Atwood. Fanfic is just for playing in a fandom and having fun. If you wanna write a 50 chapter slow burn with very little plot aside from the OTP slowly getting to know each other, and no real stakes or central conflict, I guarantee people would read that. Really, fanfiction is the Old West of writing: lawless, wild, unpredictable, and free.

However, here are the rules you must follow:

-Separate your paragraphs. (I’m sure you know this already, but I’m gonna say it anyway just in case.) Do not post one big block of text. Make a paragraph break when someone new is talking, when the characters are in a new place, when a new event occurs that changes the scene, when a chunk of time has passed, and when there’s a major change in subject.

-I know it’s obvious, but... grammar, punctuation, and capitalization. They exist to make writing easy for readers to read, and more people will read your stuff if they don’t have to stop and try to figure out what you meant.

-Use tags and labels, as is possible with whatever site you’re using. Especially if you include possibly triggering content in your story. Again, I know it’s obvious, but it’s common courtesy. Bonus: tagging the themes and content of your story helps readers find it and read it :)

-If possible, limit the use of all-caps and exclamation marks / question marks. 99% of the time, one ! or one ? will do. If you overload the page with a lot of all-caps and long rows of exclamation marks or question marks, it hampers readability.

... That’s literally all I can think of. And, like I said, it’s all pretty basic stuff. You were probably rolling your eyes like, “Uh, yeah, Gwen, I know.” But that’s literally it. You can pretty much do whatever you want in fanfic.

That being said, here’s my advice for both fanfiction and original work...

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4) A quick and dirty rule for coming up with a plot, starting a story, keeping up pacing, or maintaining tension: figure out what dreams, desires, and goals are nearest and dearest to your main character’s heart (see #16). Then set up the main conflict to be directly in opposition to that goal. It doesn’t have to be in a tangible way, though it could be. But, if your main character wants more than anything to reach the ships on the southern coast of your world and sail to a new life, make sure the main conflict immediately prevents them from doing that - in fact, make sure to send them north. If your main character just wants to keep their loved ones safe, kidnap the loved ones. If your main character just wants to date their best-friend-turned-crush, make sure they think they have no chance - or, make them cocky about it, and make sure it makes Person B determined not to ever like them. You get it. Figure out what your character most wants, and then keep them from having that. Boom - your conflict now ties in with your character's motivation. It's like instant yeast for plots.

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5) If you’re anything like me, you want your first draft to be Good, despite all that advice about how the first draft doesn’t have to be good and it’s just to get words on the page, yadda yadda. And if you’re somewhat of a perfectionist (like myself), it’s easy to get stuck looking at a blank page because you don’t have The Perfect Words, and you want what you write to be Good the first time.

Here’s how I cheat that:

Instead of trying to write a Good First Draft from a blank page, hit the enter key a few times, skip a little down on the page, change your ink to red (or blue, or whatever - just something immediately identifiable as Not Black) and just thought vomit. Write whatever the hell you’re thinking, exactly as you think it. Don’t worry about it being readable, don’t worry about narrative flow for now, don’t worry about covering all the details, don’t worry about anything except either a) getting all the details of your idea out onto the page, whether that’s a lot or whether it’s just a sentence or two, or b) if you don’t have an idea yet, finding your way there.

Because this method is also very good for finding your way to ideas when you’re stuck in writer’s block.

Because of how human brains work, getting this stuff out onto the page - in all its messy, stream-of-consciousness glory - will likely spark more thoughts. As you write your original idea about the scene, it’ll likely spark more ideas. Creation begets creation. If you just start thought-vomiting your ideas onto the page, chances are you’ll think of more things as you go, and you’ll start filling out description or dialogue or tone or action or whatever, and pretty soon the scene starts writing itself.

Not sure where you’re going with the scene or which ideas you wanna use? Use a lot of ambivalent language in your “thought-vomit draft.” My pre-writing notes are chock-full of the words “maybe,” “perhaps,” and the phrases, “At some point...” and “...or something like that.” In this way, I don’t tie myself down to one idea; it’s just an idea, and I’m keeping it on the page in case I use it, but I might chuck it in the trash or change it or whatever.

And then, once your ideas for the scene (or story, or chapter, or whatever) are on the page, then go back to the top and start translating them into a “real” first draft. Use black ink, and start copy-pasting chunks of the thought-vomit up into the top part of the document and translating them into Draft 1. Separate out paragraphs where paragraph breaks should be. Add the correct punctuation and whatnot. Change “describe the lobby here - include potted plants, fancy carpet, blood stain, etc.” into an actual description of the lobby. Flesh it out, or condense, or whatever it needs. And if you’re still stuck, change back to red ink and ramble some more until you find a path that feels right, then plug that in. This keeps you from looking at a blank page, and it allows you to generate a kind of Draft 0.5, somewhere between a plan and a first draft.

You don’t have to use every idea. Like I said, jot down whatever comes to mind, put a “maybe” before or after it, and keep working. If the idea grabs you and you wanna keep expanding on it and exploring it, cool. If you just wanna jot it down so you don’t forget it and then move on, also cool. Red-ink draft / “thought-vomit draft” is your time to jump around in the timeline, add or finesse details at whatever point your brain moves to, etc. Don’t try to do it exactly in story order, because you will get tangential thoughts and ideas, and you will not remember to write them down five pages later when you finally get to taking notes on that scene. Trust me. On that note...

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6) Write everything down the moment you think of it. Seriously.

“I’ll remember it when I get around to writing that scene in a couple days / weeks / months (/years).”

You won’t.

Write it down.

Phone, journal, google docs - hell, my family regularly laughs at me for grabbing a napkin during dinner and scribbling thoughts down alongside pasta sauce stains.

And then, once you have it written down somewhere...

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7) Consolidate your writing ideas in one place.

Maybe this isn’t really your style, and that’s totally chill.

Buuuut, if you’re Type-A like me - or if you tend to be somewhat unorganized and you know you’ll lose track of your writing notes if they’re scattered across multiple notebooks, journals, napkins, phone notes, etc. - having one consolidated document of notes is a life saver. I keep mine on Google Docs so I can access it, add to it, and look through it for inspiration anywhere at any time. When I have one of those Shower Thoughts that I jot down on my phone or on a napkin during dinner, I set myself a reminder on my phone to type it up in my Story Ideas document later.

(Or, if the idea I had was for a story of mine that I’ve already started planning / drafting / whatever, I put it in the document for that story instead of the Big Random Story Ideas doc. You get it.)

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8) Have other ways to collect and save writing ideas, besides just writing stuff down. If you like Pinterest, make pinterest boards of your characters or stories or settings or whatever. If you’re big into playlists, make a playlist for your character / setting / story / etc. Or both. Or something else. I’m not good at drawing, but maybe you are, and maybe you like to draw your ideas. Whatever form it takes, having another way to save ideas and think about your stories is invaluable.

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9) Some writers can just start writing with no idea where the story is going, and they just kind of figure it out as they go. I envy those writers. And I do that sometimes for fanfiction, where the stakes are somewhat lower and the audience is reading more for scene-to-scene enjoyment (and to see their OTP kiss) than for a Driving And Compelling Narrative.

But here’s the thing: especially if you’re just kind of starting out, writing without some sort of plan is really, really hard, and will likely lead you into a slow, meandering narrative that will likely frustrate you.

Even if you think you’re someone that just can’t write with a plan (and again, I have the highest respect for pansters out there - I don’t know how you do it, you crazy bastards, but you keep doing you) - even if you think “I can’t work with plans, they’re too prescriptive, I just want to write and see what happens -”

Try at least making the most skeletal of plans.

Even if you have no clue what 90% of the story is, yet. That’s fine. But you need to have some idea of what you’re building to, even if that’s nothing more specific than a feeling, or a turning point for your character. Even if your entire plan for everything beyond Chapter 1 is, “At some point, Charlie needs to realize that Ed was lying to her.”

This is where those Draft 0.5 notes come in handy. Because, more than likely, working on your current scene that way will spark ideas for later scenes, which you can put down at the bottom of the document and save for when they become relevant. In my experience, the line between planning ahead and making a Draft 0.5 is exceptionally thin. One can quickly turn into the other.

If you’re really, really resistant to the idea of planning ahead, that’s okay. It’s not everybody’s style. But for the love of all that is holy, write down your ideas for future scenes, even if you’re a person that doesn’t like to plan and writes only in story order, because you will not remember that idea once you get to that scene.

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10) You don’t have to write in order.

Here’s the thing: I’m a person that can only do my Draft 1 in story order (meaning, chronological order). I just have to be in that flow; I need to write in story order for me to best channel where the character is at from scene to scene, both narratively and emotionally.

But my Thought Vomit Draft is another thing entirely. By using the brain hack of putting my notes in red (or another color, it doesn’t matter) and going down to the bottom of the document / page and taking notes there, and then integrating them into whatever plan I have, and then translating them into Draft 1 once I get there in the story - by doing that, I can get my good ideas onto the page (and expound upon them and let my muse carry me and ride that momentum while I’m in the moment of inspiration) without writing out of order.

Maybe that’s just me. But if you’re a person who really prefers to write in story order, that could be hugely helpful to you. It is to me.

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11) Emotion and motivation will do more for your story than technicalities of plot.

If your characters really care about something, and their journey through the (shaky or weak) plot is emotionally engaging, it will be a much more compelling story than a story with a “perfect” plot and unrelatable or unmotivated characters.

If your characters care about what they’re doing, and it means something to them, and their goals and actions are driven by dreams or fears or emotions that are integral to who they are, your audience will care too. If you have a perfectly crafted plot that hits all the right beats and has high stakes and fast pacing and drama - but your characters don’t connect with what’s happening in a way that’s deeply meaningful or emotional for them? You’re gonna have a hard time engaging readers.

When in doubt, prioritize character emotion and motivation over plot. Emotion is what drives story.

This power is highly exploitable. (Just look at pulp novels and shitty but entertaining movies.) You can even use it to glaze over plot holes or reinvigorate a limp narrative. Use it that way sparingly, though. It’s a band-aid, not a surgery. 

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12) Evil villains are hard to write - mostly because there are very few truly evil people in the world. (There are a few. Billionaires and several big name politicians come to mind.) But by and large, there aren’t that many evil people. There are plenty of bad people, but bad people have some good in them, somewhere in there. Trying to write an evil villain is hard, because they often turn very cartoony.

Here’s a tip: it’s much easier to write antagonists who aren’t evil. Even if they’re bad people. Of course, there’s no reason you can’t write a villain that’s just truly evil - a serial killer, or an abuser, or a billionaire, or someone who legit just wants to hurt people or blow up the earth or stay in control of an oppressed population, or whatever. But chances are, it’s gonna be really hard to make them feel real, and even harder to create a plot around them that doesn’t feel forced or contrived.

Instead, try writing an antagonist / villain whose motivations and goals directly clash with your protagonist’s - but not because they want to take over the world or see people suffer. Write an antagonist who’s chaotic good, but whose perception of the situation is completely opposite from your hero’s. Write an antagonist whose only desire is to save people, and who will do anything to achieve that goal - anything. Write an antagonist who believes in the letter of the law, and will hinder and oppose the hero’s methods even if they agree with the hero’s motivation. Write an antagonist who got in way over their head and did some things they regret, and now they don’t know how to get out, and they’re doing their best but whatever they set in motion is too powerful for them to stop now.

Write villains who are human. Write a killer who thought they were doing the right thing by taking their victim out of the equation, who vomits at the sight of the body and sobs over the grave they dig. Write a government leader who truly believes she’s doing what’s best for her people in the long-term, even if it might hurt them in the short term, and is willing to endure the hatred and belligerence of the masses if it means securing what she thinks is a better future for her people. Write a teenage bully that thinks they’re the one being picked on by the world, and they’re just fighting back, standing their ground. Write a scientist who will break any code of ethics and hurt anyone he needs to - in order to bring back his baby sister from the grave, because he promised her he’d protect her and he failed. Write an antagonist who is selfish and self-centered and capricious - because in order to survive they had to look out for Number One, and that habit ain’t about to break anytime soon.

Write villains who aren’t even villains. Write antagonists who oppose the hero because of moral differences. Write antagonists who are trying to do the right thing. Write antagonists who treat the heroes with kindness and dignity and respect and gentleness.

They don’t have to be good. They don’t have to be Misunderstood Sweethearts who “deserve” a redemption arc. They can be cruel and nasty and dismissive and callous and violent and etc. etc.

Just hesitate before you make them Evil-with-a-capital-E. Because evil is hard to write, and honestly, boring to read. Flawed human beings with goals and motivations that directly oppose the main characters’ are much easier to write and much more interesting to read.

Ask why. Why is your villain trying to take over the world? What does that even mean? Are they trying to create a Star-Trek-like post-capitalism utopia, but they know that won’t happen in a million lifetimes, so they’re trying to do it by force? Are they actually super in favor of human rights, but they got very impatient waiting for the world to do anything about poverty and war, so they decided to take it into their own hands? Are they determined to fix the world - no matter the cost? Are they terrified and overwhelmed, but committed to see it through to the end? Or - maybe they’re just doing it on a dare. Maybe they don’t really give a shit about world domination, they were just a mediocre rich white guy who decided to fuck around and find out, and now he’s kind of curious how far he can take this thing. And now he’s kind of an internationally-wanted criminal, so he’s kind of stuck living on his hidden private island in his multi-billion dollar secret base, strapping lasers to sharks’ heads for the hell of it. Gross, selfish, uncaring, and dangerous? For sure. Evil? Depends on your definition. See, now we’re getting somewhere.

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13) It’s tempting to let the plot control the characters. It’s easy to drop your characters into a situation and see how they react. But here’s the thing: that doesn’t drive plot. In fact, it bogs down pacing. Instead, try to build you plot off of your characters’ actions and decisions. Let your character build their own situation. Not to say it should go they way they wanted it to go; in fact, usually, their grand plans should go to hell very quickly. But having the characters take action and make decisions, and letting the plot develop based on that, is much easier to make compelling than making a rigid series of events and then trying to herd your characters into them.

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14) Having trouble justifying a character’s actions? Consider having them make the opposite decision, or having them approach the situation in a different way. For example: you need your character to go meet the bad guy, for plot reasons, even though there’s no way it’s not a trap. If the character goes, readers are gonna be groaning with their head in their hands, because c’mon man, that was really fucking stupid. But he’s gotta go, because the plot needs that. Two ways you might handle this: a) He knows it’s probably a trap. He decides not to go. The plot conspires to get him near the villain anyway. Or, b) He knows it’s a trap. But he needs to go, for (insert reasons here). So, he approaches it in an unexpected way. He brings backup, recruiting a side character we met earlier in the story. Or he arrives on the back of a dragon, because ain’t nobody gonna fuck with a dude on a dragon. Or he goes - early, and ambushes the villain. It may work, it may not. He may get himself kidnapped anyway. But it moves the plot along without having Stupid Hero Syndrome.

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15) This is a legit piece of advice: if all of this sounds overwhelming, literally just ignore it and write what you want. For real. Writing should be fun, and every single writer operates differently. If you’re sitting here like “I’m getting stressed just reading this,” just flip me a good-natured bird and get on with your life. I promise I won’t take it personally. Same goes for literally any other writing advice you see. Lots of rules and guidelines can very quickly make anything thoroughly un-fun. Just write. If you’re passionate about it and you do it for long enough, you’ll start figuring out the tips and tricks on your own.

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16) Here’s the best piece of advice I can give you: know your characters. More importantly, know what’s important to them. Build their personality and decisions off of that, and build your plot off of their decisions.

I see a lot of character building sheets that ask a shit-ton of questions like “What’s their most prized possession?” “Do they like their family?” “What’s their favorite food?”

And while these are good questions, my problem with this type of character building is that if you start there, with the little stuff, you’re building on nothing. IMO, to make a truly strong character (not strong like Inner Strength, strong like effective), you need a strong foundation.

Here are the things you must know about your character:

a) What are their greatest fears / deepest insecurities? And I don’t mean “wasps” or “heights.” I mean the deep shit. I mean fears like “living a meaningless life,” or “turning out just like their parents,” or “that no one will ever love them,” or “being powerless.” You may say, “But they’re really scared of wasps! They fall into a wasp nest when they were little and got stung so much they almost died!” Great! That’s a fantastic bit of backstory. They should absolutely be afraid of wasps, and that should absolutely be an impediment later in the story. But dig deeper. What about that event actually scarred them? Was it the helplessness? Stumbling around, swatting at the air, not being able to do a single thing to stop what was happening to them? Was it that they were alone, and no matter how loud they screamed, no one was coming? Was it the bodily horror of feeling themself turn into an inhuman creature as they swelled up from the stings, unable to move their fingers or face normally anymore?

And don’t forget insecurities, because those factor in, too. Are they deeply insecure about their identity? Do they believe, deep down, that they’re ugly? Did they grow up poor and they’ve always been really touchy about that? Why? Dig deep. Figure out what really, really bothers them.

b) What are their hopes and dreams? What do they truly want out of life? What do they consider the most valuable to their experience here in this thing called life? Is it the freedom to forge their own path and be independent? Is it the approval of their family or peers? Is it a home? Is it knowledge, or understanding? Spiritual fulfillment? Is it deeply important to them that they contribute to their community, or protect those they love? What do they need in order to feel truly and deeply fulfilled in life?

Figure out those two things (each one encompasses several things, btw, you don’t have to stop at just one for each), and then use that to inform how they behave and the types of decisions they make within the story. 

It also informs character behavior and personality. 

Let’s say we have a character who’s afraid of helplessness. They’re probably gonna be the person that always wants to do something, try something, no matter how hopeless the situation seems. They’d despise just sitting and waiting, probably, because it makes them feel powerless. They might even be the person that makes rash decisions and acts impulsively and puts themself in danger unnecessarily, because in their mind it’s better than being at the mercy of fate. This is one way you could use a character’s personality to inform their decisions, which in turn helps to inform plot.

Or, let’s say we have a character whose greatest fear is being left behind or forgotten. We may have a chatterbox on our hands. They might be obnoxious. They might love the spotlight, constantly vying for attention no matter the situation, because deep down they’re so afraid that they’d be forgotten otherwise. Or, it may go the opposite way. They may be so afraid of people leaving them that they’re terrified of bothering people. They don’t want to do anything that could annoy people, anything that might give people a reason to leave them. They might be exceedingly polite, quiet, accommodating. A push-over, really.

These are two nearly opposite types of personalities, both stemming from the same core fear/insecurity. You can go a lot of different ways with it. But if you build on that strong foundation, you’ll have a strong character, and a stronger plot.

Likewise, the structure of your story can and should inform the design of these character traits. If you need your characters to team up near the end, it may be impactful if you give your main character a deep fear of commitment, an insecurity about being unwanted or left behind, and make them highly value independence and freedom. That could make their team-up for the final battle very meaningful. Conversely, you can use your character’s deepest fears and desires to help design the plot. Is your character deeply insecure about voicing their opinions or taking a stand, because of trauma they faced in the past? Make them face that. Build that into the climactic third act. Give them the big inspirational speech where they stand up and talk about what they believe to be important, what they think the group should do. And then design that character arc to run through the story, giving you more handholds and stepping stones, more pieces of foundation on which to design the plot.

In this way, character should inform story as much as story informs character. It’s a feedback loop.

Bonus: if you build your character and your plot off of each other in this way, it automatically starts to build in the foundations of that emotional investment I mentioned earlier. If your character’s decisions are based on what they most want and do not want in life, you basically have your character motivation and stakes pre-built.

Note: you need to know these things about your villain, too.

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I’m genuinely sorry about the length of this, lmao. But you did ask.

Best of luck!

Edit: I forgot an important one:

17) Start when the scene starts and end when the scene ends.

What do I mean by that?

If your notes say “Danny asks Nicole out after school and majorly flubs it,” start the scene when Danny approaches Nicole after school. Better yet, cold-open the scene on “I was wondering if, you know, you’d wanna. You know. Hang out some time?”

Don’t start that morning when Danny goes to school, unless you’re gonna cover the school day in like one or two sentences. Don’t spend whole paragraphs going through the school day, unless it’s to cover other plot points first (in which case apply these same guidelines there), or if the paragraphs are there for a specific reason, like to illustrate how stressed he is and how it seems like every little thing is going wrong. Even then, trim the fat as much as possible. Expounding and describing everything Moment-to-moment is for the meat of the scenes, not the leading-up-to and coming-away-from.

Here’s my rule of thumb: study how and when movies cut from scene to scene. Movies have exceptionally strict, limited time for storytelling; they’re excellent examples of starting a scene when the plot point starts and ending when it’s over. If you can’t picture a movie showing everything you showed, start the scene later and end it earlier.

[ilikemesometaetaes]

Good Day (M)

Jeon Jungkook Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes​

•••> Summary: His motive was made quite clear once he called you out of work. He just wanted to spend a nice day with his girlfriend. Is that too much to ask for?

•••> Pairing(s): Jungkook/Reader

•••> Requested by Anon: “Can I request a Jungkook oneshot(established relationship) where they just want to spend the day just getting drunk on wine and having sex on the couch? Y/N could be dressed in just his shirt and Jungkook in just his sweatpants”

•••> Word Count: 6.15k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Tags: smut | Established Relationship | Jungkook!au | Boyfriend!Jungkook | Lazy Day/Sex | Wine Drunk

•••> Warnings: smut, slight bloating!kink (but there isn’t actually any bloating), unprotected sex, dirty talk, kookie is a horny little fuck, he literally just wants to bone, all day, he’s also a drunken idiot sometimes, cursing, alcohol use, shower stimulation, showerheads can be a girl’s best friend, drunk sex, lazy sex

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Thank you for the request, anon! It took ages to complete and I’m so sorry! I hope you enjoy it :)

~#~

Arms tightened around your waist as you woke. The embrace was slightly suffocating.

“Baby,” You wheezed through your unused vocal cords. The grip only tightened and constricted your lungs, serving for a rude awakening. “Kook.”

“Murph.” Hot breath on your neck after a groan of exhaustion was a welcome feeling- comforting despite the uncomfortable position you were in. You smiled despite your lack of ability to move and looked down to see his tattooed arm overlapping the bare one over your ribs.

“I can’t-“ You were cut off as he tightened his grip with a slight whimper of distress.

Immediately plagued with concern, you grabbed his arms and wrestled them from your body so that you could turn to face him from within his encircled limbs. You only got more worried when you noticed his obvious stress-ridden eyebrows, arched up with eyelids fluttering rapidly. His lower lip was trembling as he quietly began muttering ‘no’ repeatedly.

“Jungkook.” You gently placed your hand on his bare shoulder and shook him. His fingers dug into your ribs painfully, warranting a more stern call of his name. “Jungkook!”

“No!” He yelled while sitting up abruptly and heaving for breath. You were thrown from his clutches and rocked on the bed from the movement. Despite the disturbance, you sat up with him and reached for his back to rub it soothingly.

“Baby,” You cooed, quick to reassure him with gentle touches. “I’m here. We’re here. You’re okay.”

Following your statements and ministrations on his back, his breathing gradually slowed with a few sputtering gasps and an audible gulp. Once you gauged his level of calm, you broke the silence.

“What happened?” You asked, tilting your head and leaning forward to get a better look at his face past his long hair. His eyes were shut tight with eyelids wrinkled at the corners while he inhaled slowly through flaring nostrils.

Your boyfriend opened his eyes after a moment, blinking a few times in the process, before turning his head to set you in his line of sight.

“They were taking my dad away.” He wavered. “But he’d already completed his time.”

You knew better- Jungkook’s father was safe in the comfort of his own home in Busan, already having served the mandatory enlistment for his home country- but you also knew that you needed to reassure your boyfriend so that he could relax his tensed shoulders.

“Do you want me to give him a call?” You asked. “I’m sure he’d appreciate hearing from us and it’s not too late in the evening over there.”

“No, it’s okay.” Jungkook said, letting the tremors fade from his body as he let reality sink into him. “He should get his rest. I’ll call him this evening.”

“Alright, Kook. Sounds good.” You gave him one more pat before looking at the clock. Your alarm would go off in eight minutes. “Shit. Might as well start getting ready now.”

“You do have work today.” Jungkook said the words as a statement, as if confirming prior thoughts.

“Yes,” You chuckled, smiling lightly and leaning in to kiss his cheek before getting out of the bed. “I do.”

A soft whine escaped his throat as he quickly grabbed onto your fingers. “Nooo… Don’t goooo…”

“I have to, baby.” You lightly tugged your fingers from his grasp to make your way towards the bathroom. Shuffling sheets from behind you signaled that Jungkook had also gotten out of the bed.

As you turned the shower handle and began taking off your clothes to shower, you heard him creep in behind you with light footsteps padding across the wooden floor.

“Don’t even think about it.” You giggled while he crowded his body against the back of your almost-bare one, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his ever-present morning wood against your skin. “I can’t be held up.”

“Then call out.” He whispered into your ear, to which you pulled away and turned around so that you could raise an eyebrow at him. Did he really just tell you to call out of work just so the two of you could bone?

His eyes were dark and playful as if challenging you while you stared up into his gaze defiantly. You scoffed in disbelief. “Jungkook, I can’t.”

“Why not?” He jutted his lower lip out into a pout. Fuck. You internally scowled at his tactics, hating the way your heart began trying to convince your brain to consider calling out.

Before you could crumble under the pressure of his ways, you huffed out a response. “Because I can’t, babe.” You slid your panties off and opened the shower door to step inside.

“-And don’t even think of coming in here. I can’t afford to be late.” You added the last part as you closed the glass door behind you, knowing his next strategy would be to tempt you with his naked body- a strategy you would surely lose to.

Jungkook groaned, pressing himself against the door with one arm bracing his weight against the distorted surface while you wet your hair. You watched in amusement as he slowly began accepting his defeat.

“But you work all the time.” He whined again, causing you to smugly and mockingly pout in response.

“So that I can make money.” You jokingly copied his tone and continued with your shower before he backed away from the glass in silence and stepped towards the sink. You watched as his shapeless body moved, deducting that he was going to brush his teeth as he reached into the drawer where you kept the toothpaste. Once he placed the toothbrush into his mouth and began brushing, you smiled, shook your head, and continued to shower.

“Y’know,” His words were jumbled as the toothbrush obstructed his speech. “You gon’ make me act up.”

“Act up?” You asked while laughing. “How are you going to act up?”

Jungkook leaned over the sink and spit, leaving a break of silence to drag your curiosity further. Once he rinsed his mouth, he turned to look at you again despite being unable to see you clearly. He sighed dramatically.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, babe.” He quipped before exiting the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.

You only scoffed at him again, rolling your eyes and hurrying with your shower to stay on schedule.

~#~

Fresh-faced and ready for work, you grabbed your purse and walked out of your bedroom to make your way towards the front door. The sound of something scraping against a pan while the oven fan hummed lowly tipped off that Jungkook was in the kitchen.

“Jungkook?” You called for him as you were about to round the corner. “Do you know where my phone is?”

The sight you walked in on was one of dreams.

Your boyfriend stood in front of the stove, cooking eggs and bacon, in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. Muscular back on full display, you let your eyes slowly trail all the way down the cut definition around his shoulders to the dimples stamped into the flesh of his lower back. The adorable crevices were graciously uncovered because of how low his pants hung on his hips.

“It’s on the counter.” He haphazardly gestured to the kitchen island with the spatula he was holding. You had to gulp down the saliva that collected in your mouth and blink a few times to snap yourself out of your haze so that you could grab your phone and leave.

“Thanks, baby.” You rushed up to the counter, grabbed your phone to drop it into your bag, turned to kiss Jungkook on the cheek, and quickly began to leave. “I’ll see you later. Love you!”

“Oh, by the way,” Jungkook started. You stopped in front of the door to put your heels on. “Your boss called.”

“She did?” You reached into your purse and fumbled around for your phone. “What did she say?”

“She said she hopes you feel better soon.”

“What?” You froze, unable to understand, and looked up at Jungkook who had already set the food on two plates. “Why?”

“Because you’re bedridden right now. Your head hurts oh, so bad and you have a runny nose with a fever of one-hundred and one degrees.” He pouted and looked at you with a mischievous glint in his eye despite wearing a somber expression on his face.

Realization set in all at once.

He. Did. Not.

“Jungkook,” You started, slightly upset. “I swear to god, if you did what I think you di-“

“A sick person shouldn’t be all dressed in heels and a pant suit. Why don’t you go change into something more comfortable and then come eat so we can get some food in your belly?”

You spluttered incredulously to a halt as he spoke, shocked by his drastic measures to keep you home. He lied to your boss and called out of work for you.

“What- exactly- did she say?” You gritted out.

Jungkook grabbed the two plates and walked to the kitchen table with a seemingly unbothered demeanor, placing them down carefully.

“She just said that you had it coming. You work too much for your own good and now you’re sick because of it.” He sauntered over to the fridge as you eyed him critically, glaring daggers into the back of his head while he spoke. “I agree with her, to be honest. You don’t look so good. All that working took a toll on you- do you want orange juice? Or water? Or some iced coffee?”

The oblivious facade only irritated you further, warranting you to kick off your heels, drop your purse, and stomp over to him. Grabbing him by the shoulder, you spun him around angrily, only to see a smug smirk plastered across his lips.

“I’ll take that as you wanting iced coffee. You were always a grump without some caffeine.” He grinned.

“Jeon Jungkook.” You hissed, glowering at him with increasing intensity. “What the hell did you call me out for?”

“I called you out-“ He started with a smirk, wrapping his fingers around your wrist and spinning you around quickly to press you against the fridge. His face morphed into a stern expression quickly. You never broke eye contact with him, intransigence unwavering under his pressure.

“- so that we can crack open those bottles of wine we hoard and I can fuck you open on the couch over and over again while we pretend to pay attention to a movie playing on the TV.”

Your anger dissipated instantaneously, brain functioning coming to a halt as his words sunk into your skin.

Well… shit. What’s your name again?

“Do you understand now?” Jungkook asked, leaning down far enough that his hair brushed against your forehead and his mint-scented breath tickled your nose and top lip.

“Y-yeah.” You stuttered.

“Good. Now, go change.” He grinned, backing away from you and reaching into the fridge to grab the orange juice and the iced coffee. You followed his command like a robot, excitement building in you so fast that you had no way to process the fact that you were livid with him moments ago.

It wasn’t long before you were bare-faced and clad in one of Jungkook’s shirts that you picked up from the bed. His scent filled the shirt, shampoo and body soap mixed with a slight edge of his natural musk. It was almost dizzying in your current state of arousal.

The heat between your legs distracted you throughout your breakfast as you sat at your small kitchen table across from Jungkook, but falling into a conversation with him came naturally. Your boyfriend lying to your boss about your sickness went easily forgotten as you began to enjoy the day off.

Before long, your plate was empty and all that remained in your glass of iced coffee was a few melting ice cubes. Looking over to Jungkook’s side of the table, you noticed that his dishes were also cleared of food.

“I’ll clean the dishes.” You said, getting up with your silverware, glass, and plate in hand.

“I won’t fight you on that.” He chuckled, getting up from his chair and grabbing his things too. “I’ll pour us some wine.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You affirmed.

As you set the now-clean items on the drying rack, you turned to find Jungkook leaning against the kitchen island with two wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of some nameless wine that someone had gifted to Jungkook not too long ago in the other while he grinned at you.

“Couch?” He asked.

“Couch.” You nodded, nerves building in you once again at the mention of the location.

You were just about to finish your second glass when you noticed Jungkook reaching for the bottle to pour himself the last bits of wine left inside.

“Nooo.” You whined, causing him to turn and face you in the process of pouring the remaining alcohol into his own glass. “I wanted it.”

“Nuh-uh.” He playfully turned his body away from you so that you couldn’t reach for the wine as he poured it. “This was my idea, so I get to have three cups. We can open another bottle anyway. We have a shit load.”

“But this one tastes yummy.” You complained, grabbing onto his shoulder to lightly urge him to face you.

He looked into your pleading eyes for a few moments with his lips pressed into a tight line before he huffed.

“Fine! But on one condition.” He set the bottle down on the table.

You raised your eyebrow at him expectantly. “What is the condition?”

“I’ll pour you this last glass if you join me in the shower when you’re finished with it.”

The shower? Oh boy. “I already took a shower, Kook.”

“So?” He smirked. “That doesn’t mean anything. I want you in the shower if I give you this last glass.”

Slightly warm and agreeable from the delicious wine, you gave in with a grumble. “Fine. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Sweet.” Jungkook gestured for you to offer your glass so that he could fill it. Once he did, he brought the empty wine bottle to the kitchen and dropped it into the recycling bin, only to turn around and meet your following eyes as he stalked towards your bedroom with a devious smile on his lips. “See you in a few.”

You watched with slightly parted lips as he turned back around while beginning to hum an aimless tune to skip the rest of the way, giving you whiplash with how quickly he could turn from a man that made you lustfully feral to a boy that made you want to joyfully frolic through a meadow.

Determined to remain true to your word, you sipped your wine quickly. He wanted to be joined in the shower? So be it. It wasn’t long before your glass was empty once again.

Three glasses of wine and adrenaline pumping the alcohol quickly through your veins were the factors that caused you to feel a slight head rush and a bit loopy once you stood from the couch. Giggling softly at your condition, you left your empty glass next to his and headed in the direction of your bedroom.

Distantly, you heard smooth notes of a familiar song drifting from the bathroom. Jungkook loved to sing in the shower and you loved to listen to it. The sound of the water running only made taking a shower with him more inviting as you approached the closed bathroom door.

Sneaking in quietly, you shed your clothes once again, hoping to take him by surprise. Your plan only resulted in failure when Jungkook slid the door open to beckon you inside when you were in the middle of taking off your boyfriend’s shirt.

“C’mon, babe. We haven’t got all morning.” He smiled, wet hair mussed and pressed to his forehead.

“We don’t?” You laugh as you step inside so that he could close the door behind you. Immediately, you were encased in the tight, warm, and humid space. “I’m pretty sure that you made it so that we do.”

Swiftly, Jungkook wrapped his arm around your waist and spun you around to meet the steady stream of water. Crowding your back with his chest, Jungkook pressed his face up against the back of your neck.

“I know, babe, but I have a few plans now that you’re off.”

“Plans, you say?” You giggled and craned your head down to get his wandering nose away from your neck. He knew that you were ticklish and loved to attack the spot when he got playful.

“Yes ma’am.”

After a moment of standing in the shower, the telltale signs of your situation becoming hot and steamy made themselves prominent in the form of Jungkook’s semi-hard erection brushing your skin and the subtle notes of a growl tainting the edge of his exhales.

“You alright there, baby?” You teased.

“Mhm.” He hummed, detaching a hand from your body to reach for the showerhead. “Just wanna rinse you really quick.”

“Be my guest.” You let your head fall back to rest on his shoulder and closed your eyes, heart slightly picking up its pace at the elevating tension. For a moment, both of Jungkook’s arms left you to change the setting on the water pressure and you felt the steady stream turn harsh right below your collarbones.

You hummed in appreciation while he returned one of his arms around your waist and began running the water over your shoulders and arms with the other. Gradually, he began massaging you with it.

It wasn’t long before Jungkook’s true intentions came to the surface; slowly, the point of the pressure moved south from your shoulders to your breasts. You felt the showerhead point the stream closer and closer to your nipples, causing your eyelids to flutter open and look at the man delivering the sensations to your body.

You gasped softly as the water covered your left nipple and Jungkook tore his gaze from your chest to meet your eyes once you did. What greeted you in his irises was pure, prominent desire.

“Kookie.” You whispered, lips brushing his as your body became electrified like a live wire.

“Say the word, baby.” He crooned softly, encouraging. The pressure on your nipples only left you with your lips slightly parted and taking sharp inhales with a whine teasing your throat. Jungkook only continued to push you along, desperate to hear. “That’s it, baby. Say it.”

You whimpered, barely able to get it out. “Please.”

“As you wish, my love.”

And then he made the showerhead descend further down.

Your toes curled against the floor in anticipation that was fueled by how slow he moved. Your stomach vibrated while the water migrated down your expanse of skin to the place you wanted it most.

As the water touched the top of your mound, you reached up and curled an arm around Jungkook’s neck to prepare for the onslaught.

Your moan was unexpected; the force of the water shocked you into submission instantly.

Jungkook’s grip on you tightened soon after, followed by the low, comforting ‘sh’ that slid through his teeth when your body curled inwards.

The water pressure, turned high, forced its way past your pussy lips with no trouble at all. In its trajectory, your clit was battered as the only thing in the showerhead’s path. The intense amount of stimulation had you approaching an orgasm faster than you could count to three.

“Jungkook,” You whined at a high pitch, unused to the most adamant sensation of pleasure you’d felt in a while.

“You’re okay, baby. Just breathe. It’s alright.” Your boyfriend’s voice in your ear came out as a soothing coo, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to breathe correctly when he was holding the showerhead so close to your bundle of nerves and tightening his grip around your waist to prevent you from escaping.

“I-I-“ You breathed so fast, it almost felt like you were hyperventilating. Your clit, taking the entirety of the assault by the water, throbbed wildly and spasmed as if attempting to get out from under the force.

Almost on instinct, you raised a leg to allow the water more access the the entirety of your pussy, hoping that your orgasm would crest upon you before you lost your mind, and braced your raised foot against Jungkook’s knee. You hoped that taking the attention off your clit would help balance out how boggled your mind was, but all it did was drive you crazy when you felt the pressure beginning to spread your folds apart to push inside.

“Oh, no. Now I can’t let that happen.” Jungkook spoke as if he were speaking to a child in disdain, repeating the word ‘no’ a few more times with his bottom lip jutted into a pout.

He moved the showerhead back up to solely torture your clit, warranting you to cry out and tighten your arm around the back of his neck while you squeezed your eyes shut. His voice turned into a growl. “I’m the only one who gets to be inside you.”

“No!” You groaned in frustration, jerking your hips in response to the stream returning to your most sensitive area. “Nononono baby, please.”

“It’s unhealthy for you, baby. I can’t put water up there. So just be a good girl and take it here.”

Jungkook seemed to punctuate his statement with a light twist of his wrist to circle your clit with the showerhead. Your legs shook from the strain of spreading them so hard and trembled from the new burst of stimulation.

It only took another few moments for your body to begin curling in on itself again.

“K-kook.” Your teeth chattered as you mumbled his name, eyes rolling back into your head.

Jungkook braced his back against the wall before squeezing your waist to lift your body against his chest. You had half the mind to help him, supporting some of your weight on his neck so that you could wrap your other leg around his to spread your thighs even further.

“You gonna cum?” His breathing was harsh in your ear as he watched your body.

Your response came out as a whimper of affirmation, unsure of how to speak with the vibrations of the water shooting up your spine and back down to your curling toes.

Jungkook’s erection throbbed against your back while you let out sounds that were a mixture of huffs for breath and moans of pleasure. At this point, though, you couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything but making sure you orgasmed in the next five seconds.

You knew you were going to cum when you felt the tingling sensation spread like wildfire from your battered nub. It bloomed in your lower belly and seared every muscle in its path throughout your body, causing all of the sinew and tendons to tighten in response. As the orgasm ripped through you, your body became rigid with a few jerks of sensitivity.

Your eyes rolled back and you pressed your forehead against the side of Jungkook’s neck with the need to be as close to him as possible during your orgasm. Your ecstasy seared through you and overtook your body to act on its own accord. Far beyond the darkness of your eyelids, you reveled in the immense satisfaction, pussy spasming in the aftershocks.

Once Jungkook removed the showerhead and your body calmed, he slowly lowered you back down to the floor. Shaky legs prevented you from standing completely straight and you laughed breathlessly at how the prior activities caused an uncanny amount of oversensitivity in your nether regions.

One step forward and your clit was slightly rubbed, shooting sparks of mild pain and pussy-clenching pleasure throughout your stomach.

“You shouldn’t have done that, babe. I’m way too sensitive for any more action now.”

“That’s alright, love.” Jungkook kissed the side of your temple and switched you around so that he could stand under the stream of the shower. “Go and get dried off and dressed. I’ll meet you in the living room for a movie?”

As if it was glaring at you, you couldn’t help but drag your eyes down your boyfriend’s toned body to the angry red tip of his dick.

“I, uh…” You trailed off sheepishly. “I can suck you off? Let me help you out.”

“No, it’s okay, babe. Now, go.” He ushered you out of the shower while you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Why was he giving himself blue balls?

Leaving him alone in the shower was most definitely bothersome, but on shaky and fatigued legs, you couldn’t really fight him on the matter. As you toweled off and glanced through the shower door to look at Jungkook’s form, you furrowed your eyebrows even further when he didn’t start touching himself.

After you were dressed in his shirt- again- and sitting in the living room with Netflix open, ready for your boyfriend, you began to feel the exhaustion from your earlier activities on top of the fact that you hated waking up early for work. Comfortably warm, showered, and relaxed on an unexpected day off, the calm had your body sinking further into the couch and reveling in the warmth of the blanket placed over your body.

Just as you were about to drift off, you heard Jungkook padding down the hallway from your bedroom, prompting you to turn and look at him.

Your eyes had trouble staying on his playful expression when he was dressed the way he was dressed.

His hair was still wet, droplets dripping onto his shoulders and cascading down the expanse of his shirtless body. All that covered him was his favorite pair of raggedy joggers. Frankly, they were your favorite pair as well- for obvious reasons.

“Wine?” He asked as he made his way into the kitchen.

“Yesss.” You drawled with a newly awakened sense of excitement.

After grabbing two bottles and popping them open, he snuggled into the couch with you, wine glasses in hand. You held your breath and attempted to control your body, pussy pulsating slightly from the aftermath of the shower.

It took a while to get back to where you were before, but once you were much past the point of being giggly, you began to slur your speech as the movie played on.

Jungkook wasn’t in much better shape.

“You know,” Jungkook sat up and swayed a little too far forward, catching his body right before he toppled over. He snickered at himself before he continued. “I haven’t really been paying attention to anything we’ve been watching.”

“What?” You were honestly shocked, drunken mind and all. “But ‘About Time’ is so good! Like, what the heck Kookie-ookie-ook! This movie is so cute and interesting.”

The new nickname sent you into a fit of giggles. Your creativity tended to get a bit wonky and, honestly, comical when you were drunk.

“But how could I possibly pay attention to the movie when I’ve been thinking about burying my cum in-between your legs for the past hour?”

His statement surprised you to say the least. Your pussy throbbed uncontrollably, sensitivity still present from the shower. You couldn’t help but think of how sex with him in your current state would be.

“Why didn’t you let me suck your dick in the shower? I could’ve taken care of you, you know.”

“But I wanted to give you a break so that I could cum inside. That’s the only place I want to cum.”

“So you don’t want to cum down my throat?” You blamed the wine for the filthily honest statements coming out of both or your mouths. Speaking this casually about your sexual activities wasn’t exactly the norm.

“On any other day, I’d say yes. But today? I really just want to fill you up. Fuck you all day.” Your boyfriend inched towards you slowly without actually looking at you. It seemed that he just wanted to be in a closer proximity with you yet was hesitant to get too close. “Make you bloated. Hear it slosh around when you move.”

You were kind of mortified, but you were also extremely horny at the same time. Of course, he wouldn’t be able to bloat you nor would he be able to hear his cum inside of you, but it was the thought that counted.

“You wanna fuck?”

Jungkook turned to completely face you, chocolate-brown doe eyes silently pleading for the go-ahead. He bit his bottom lip before pushing it out into a pout as he whined. “Uhuh.”

You laughed as you threw off the blankets and spread your bare legs. Your boyfriend’s shirt came to rest on your waist from the action.

You gestured to your crotch and then curled your fingers towards yourself, smiling.

“Come to momma.”

Jungkook did not hesitate to cover you with his body and kiss you sloppily. The wine was taking its toll on your movements with him, encasing him in your hold lazily.

Somewhere between the messy tongues and teeth, Jungkook had managed to push your panties aside to thumb over your sensitivity. It took everything in you to not scream out- whether it would be a scream in pain or pleasure still had yet to be determined.

Your nub tingled desperately, pleasure-fatigued and vulnerable to the ministrations of Jungkook’s thumb. Finally, though, he had begun dipping his fingers into your core to balance out the bliss.

“Gonna paint you white. Make it drip.” Jungkook mumbled almost incoherently as he spoke with your bottom lip sucked between his plump ones. Your fingers threaded into his blonde locks, tugging when you needed a way to release your sexual frustration from his dirty words.

You hadn’t noticed when he retracted his fingers from your depths, but you definitely felt the sensation of him rubbing his dick into your folds. The smooth surface of his tip contrasted sharply with the roughness of the pad of his thumb. You hadn’t even realized that he had slipped the waistband of his sweatpants down to free his erection.

The sensation was beginning to sober you up just a little.

As he slipped inside you, you keened, angling your hips to receive him. He kept one hand hooked around your panties to keep it to the side and circled the other around your waist to allow himself to lay atop you. All of his body weight crushed you into the couch, but the closeness of him on you was gratifying.

Jungkook dug his face into your neck, moaning softly as your velvet walls parted to caress his cock. He wanted to feel your pussy drag on him and squeeze in an attempt to bring him back inside. He needed to feel how much your body enjoyed him inside of you.

So he kept his movements to a slow minimum, lazily curling his hips to just barely rear back so that he could reenter with an unmotivated rhythm. It was perfect for you because your mind was already warm and fuzzy, unable to keep up with much.

You sighed in relief, feeling his skin rubbing against your clit as he bottomed out time and time again. He separated your walls agonizingly slow, yet it was the perfect rhythm that allowed you to feel each time the head of his dick kissed the end of your cavern.

You moaned softly as the movie played on, begging for attention but receiving none. It was no use ignoring the fact that your orgasm was building with Jungkook’s hips touching your skin. Even at the leisurely pace that he fucked you, the passion was ever present and working you up.

For the next ten minutes, Jungkook kept his tempo gentle and relaxed, uncaring of reaching his climax too soon. You, on the other hand, reached your tipping point as he dug his nails into your waist.

Almost like a dream, your orgasm layered itself onto you softly. You trembled under his weight but held him closer to help accommodate the bliss of your muscles contracting around Jungkook’s deliberate thrusts.

When you heard the tell-tale sign of your boyfriend softly grunting into your skin, you could tell he was beginning to feel his impending orgasm born from your own. It was only moments later that he began leaving sloppy kisses and love bites onto your neck as he shuddered a breath.

Calm and still quite drunk, you still managed to feel his cock pulsing against the restrictive embrace of your depths. You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled delightfully at the sensation of being the one to receive his love and affection. The temptation to to kiss his sweaty temple was too strong to resist once he ceased moving and slumped against you.

The silence was peaceful. Minutes had passed without a word. The afterglow of your sex was strong and loving, warming the two of you like a blanket.

From the way he breathed so evenly, you believed that Jungkook had fallen asleep. It was only when he let out a light chuckle that you looked down and saw him smiling with his cheek smushed against your chest.

“I like drunk sex.” He muttered. “It’s fun.”

You had to agree with him on that one. “I think it’s fun too.”

After a beat, he whined. “But why do I still want moreee?”

“I’m afraid that’s not entirely up to you.” You tipped your head back and laughed, inebriated mind coming up with more silly nicknames. “It seems that Mister PP can’t take any more right now.”

Drunk Jungkook was one you could always get behind. Instead of acting like an idiot, he acted like a kid- not the bratty kind, of course. He was cute and cuddly, a perfect opposite to how he acted sober.

However-

The moment he attempted to retain his erection by pulling it out of you and yelling at it became one of the few moments that he acted like a complete idiot.

“No! He can go again! Isn’t that right, Mister PP?” You watched as his dick gave one last jerk of life before it began softening. You wheezed from laughter as your boyfriend’s eyes widened in horror. “No! You can’t do this to me right now! We were supposed to fuck her full of cum!”

“It’s okay, babe.” You reassured him as you slowly nudged him off of you so that you could go clean yourself. “Just take a break, okay?”

On shaky legs, once again, you stood and headed for the bathroom to clean yourself with a giggle slipping past your lips.

Once you got back to the living room, your eyes immediately zeroed in on Jungkook sitting upright on the couch, tenderly stroking his dick through his sweatpants with a look of defeat on his face. You just sighed and grabbed the remote to turn up the volume of the TV in hopes of distracting him.

He couldn’t help it. He was much too drunk to get himself hard again so soon after sex, so you would wait until he was since he was so determined.

The movie as well as your second bottle of wine were coming to an end when he screamed in success. You jumped out of your skin at the exclamation, placing a hand over your racing heart.

“Yes! He did it! He’s back!” You looked at him in shock when he reached into his waistband to grip himself. His eyes locked with yours as he did so, smirking in the process.

You raised an eyebrow at him expectantly, yet below your cool exterior was the unavoidable truth that was the awakening of the flames of your desire.

“Is this why you called me out today?” You turned your whole body to face him. “So you could fuck me all day?”

“Mhm.” He affirmed, grabbing you and slowly turning you onto your stomach. “That’s exactly why. I just need to be inside you. Like, all the time.”

As you felt him slide your panties down your legs, the tone in his voice changed. The chuckle he let out wasn’t nearly cute and innocent anymore; his demeanor became dark and menacing.

“I called you out so that I could fuck you all day- in every way I could think of.���

A shiver ran up your spine at the sudden shift of mood. Your body, worn out and exhausted, still managed to vibrate in excitement when Jungkook took a handful of your ass and squeezed it harshly. He leaned over your body to whisper in your ear after running a hand under your shirt to tweak a nipple between his fingers.

“You got the lazy vanilla shit first. Now, let’s play.”

~#~

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[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[compassionatereminders]

Dealing With Executive Dysfunction - A Summary

(The full post with elaborate explanations can be found here.)

Being a responsible adult doesn’t have to mean doing things perfectly - it means doing what you realistically can. Can’t eat 7 fresh veggies and fruits a day? Buy some veggie juice or a smoothie and chug that. Can’t make a proper, healthy meal? Add some extra protein to your instant noodles. Can’t do the dishes? Buy some paper plates. Don’t worry about doing things “the right way”, just do what works.

It’s not cheating to do something the easy way. If there’s an easy or more manageable solution available, use it. Even if some people think it’s lazy. Don’t worry about that. Just focus on finding the methods of doing things which make life easier for you.

Fuck what you’re “supposed” to do. Yes, ideally you shouldn’t run the dishwasher twice, but if cleansing the dishes by hand is not an option and that’s the only way you can get clean dishes, do it anyways! When you’re in a really bad place mentally, fuck the rules. Do what you need to do to get shit done, even if it’s not how you’re supposed to do it.

Do stuff while you’re waiting to do other stuff. We spend a lot of time waiting, so spend the time you’d normally just waste getting some chores done. Collect the trash while your roommate is in the bathroom or wipe down the kitchen counters while you’re making coffee. You can even turn it into a game! How many dishes can you clean before the potatoes are boiling? How much trash can you collect and throw out before your load of laundry is done?

You don’t have to do everything at once. Don’t wait for the day where you’re up for cleaning the entire house cause then you’ll be waiting for ages. You can wipe down one counter and call it a day. You can put away a couple things and leave the rest. You can do one small chore and let that be it. You don’t have to choose between doing everything and doing nothing. Any progress is worthwhile.

Let go of the idea that something has to become a permanent habit to have any value. Doing a certain sport for a month is still healthy even if you then move on to something else. Exploring a new hobby for a while and then moving on to other stuff will always teach you something. What’s good for you today will not necessarily be what’s good for you tomorrow.

Don’t worry about the entire task. Just focus on the first step. Don’t worry about brushing your teeth - just get your toothbrush wet and put tooth paste on it. Don’t worry about writing the essay - just look at the assignment and open a document. Don’t worry about going to the store - just put on your coat and your shoes. Starting a task is a lot easier if you only focus on the step right in front of you.

Imagine that your body is a pet/animal you have to care for. Feed and hydrate yourself, keep yourself and your environment clean, make sure you don’t get under or overstimulated, allow yourself time to rest and relax, find ways to enrich your life (like socializing, media or hobbies) - and do your best to make sure you’re healthy and happy, even though you never actually signed up for being your own zookeeper.

Just because you can’t do it perfectly doesn’t mean you should stop trying. Packing lunch a couple times a week is better than never packing lunches. Journaling or making art once a month is better than never doing anything creative. Exercising every once in a while when you have the energy is better than never exercising. You don’t have to do something every single day for it to be important and helpful.

Put on a professional persona when it’s necessary. Try to separate the anxious and dysfunctional you from the Student You who’s sending that important email or the Client You who’s making that phone call or the Customer You who isn’t afraid to ask for help. It might feel like you’re performing a role, but to be honest, most of us do at times.

When you’re doing chores, act like you’re filming a tutorial. Narrate what you’re doing like someone’s watching. That might make it easier to maintain focus and to keep track of the various steps.

You don’t have to do anything perfectly. Wiping yourself off with some baby wipes beats not doing anything about your personal hygiene. Eating a protein bar beats not eating. Using mouthwash beats neglecting dental hygiene completely. Going for a quick walk beats not moving. It doesn’t have to be perfect to count and make a difference.

Make something you know you have to do the trigger for you to start doing something else. Tell yourself “next time I get up to pee I’ll take out the trash” or “when I get up to get something to drink next I’ll make lunch.” If you HAVE to get up anyways, you might as well.

Assign yourself a deadline. Tell yourself “once this video is over, I’ll do the dishes” or “once this alarm rings, I’ll do my laundry.” 

If you struggle to be compassionate towards yourself, try visualizing your future self as a separate person who you like and want to do favors for. Try to think of your future self as a friend who is separate from your current self and do what you can to make their life easier by doing things like preparing that lunch, doing those chores, taking that shower or making fun plans. I know they’ll be grateful.

Make putting stuff back where it belongs so easy that you “might as well.” Organize your home so that placing stuff where it belongs becomes so easy that you might as well just place it there. For many people that means several laundry baskets, many trash cans and easily accessible and very visible storage options. So if you keep finding things in annoying places, make sure they get an easily accessible home!

Look into why you can’t do something. Is something about the chores you’re struggling to do actually causing you sensory distress and is there something you can do to make it more comfortable? If you hate mint toothpaste, get one that tastes like bubble gum. If old food grosses you out, do the dishes with thick gloves on. If showering makes you feel bad about your body, shower with the lights off. The problem isn’t always about self discipline, and in those cases it’s worth looking into why you’re struggling so much to get certain chores done.

Take care of yourself in order to take care of others ( whether pets or people.) Outside motivation is necessary for many people who struggle with executive dysfunction. For many people getting out of bed is easier when you know someone else is relying on you being somewhat functional. So don’t be afraid to find the motivation to take care of yourself in wanting to take care of others.

Make keeping your place clean as easy as possible. Make sure there’s easy one step access to the things you need often. Make sure that the place where a thing is supposed to be is actually within reach of where you use the thing. Make sure everything has a an easily accessible place to go, even if that means several laundry baskets and several trash cans. Examine what’s messing up your place and find a home for it where you’re likely to actually place it on a regular basis.

Choose one very specific thing to work on - like the bathroom sink or the oven or your desk. If you suffer from executive dysfunction you’ll likely be distracted, but having one specific focus point you can keep returning to will mean that in between getting distracted, you can return to your chosen project and get some shit done.

When something feels overwhelming, tell yourself to “just show up” and that you “won’t have to stay the whole time if it’s horrible.” Cause odds are that once you’ve pushed past your initial mental block, you’re likely to stay and finish what you started.

If you really can’t do something, accept your limits and find a different method. Don’t keep trying to push through via willpower alone. If you need outside accountability to get your shit done, find someone who can hold you accountable. If you know you can’t remember the stuff you’re supposed to remember, make sure to always write things down. If you keep forgetting your meds, set a daily alarm. Don’t keep expecting yourself to be able to do things you always struggle with.

Make your chores into a game. Assign certain chores certain points and make a list of fun rewards you can have once you’ve earned a certain amount of points through doing chores.

If it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing poorly. Any amount of effort is better than none, so on days where you can’t do something well, do it anyways! Any amount of progress beats not getting started.

Find a momentum and use it to do that thing you’ve been struggling to start doing. You can’t get yourself together to shower? Well, find something you CAN do - and once you’re already doing something, you might be able to channel said energy into showering.

Take it one step at a time. I know a shower sounds overwhelming, but can you take your clothes off? If yes, can you turn on the shower? If yes, can you stand under the stream? Look who just tricked themselves into doing the thing by breaking it down into manageable chunks!

Don’t just break a task into smaller steps - break it into steps so small you can’t possible get overwhelmed and fuck up. “Clean my room” is far too vague - but “set a timer and collect all the trash you can in 10 minutes” is actually manageable and so is “move all dirty dishes to the kitchen” or “remove and/or sort all clothes laying on the floor.”

Don’t worry about how most people do things - worry about what works for YOU. You constantly lose your key? Make ten copies. You overlook your post it notes? Put something with the important reminder on it in front of the door. Got laundry and trash all over the floor? Get more laundry baskets/trash cans. Coping with executive dysfunction is not about learning to do things the neurotypical way, it’s about finding strategies which actually work for you.

When you’re overwhelmed and struggling, find the easiest and fastest way to get rid of some of the distress. Eat if you’re hungry, sleep if you’re tired, pee if you have to, get that thing you’ve been postponing done if you can. The more stressors you can remove, the better - and it’s okay to start with the smaller ones!

Don’t worry about aesthetics. When you struggle with executive dysfunction, maintaining a picture perfect home is probably unrealistic. So drop that dream and focus on making your space practical and functional. Remove the doors of your kitchen cabinets and closets if that will actually make you put stuff away. Get a paper shredder and a mail sorting station if you got mail and advertisements everywhere. Buy all your socks in one color if you struggle to pair them. There are many ways to make your environment more functional. Explore them instead of just trying and failing to make your home look nice.

Get started on your next task before you take your break. Write that first sentence, make that first sketch, get the vacuum cleaner out of the closet or collect the dishes for washing and THEN have your break. Many people with executive dysfunction struggle to start tasks, so for most of us it’s easier to continue something we’ve already started working on than to begin from scratch.

[demonsandco]

I searched through your blog and I'm honestly so surprised you don't have more Simeon content. That being said, if you're still doing it, can I get the WHOLE smut alphabet for Simeon?

You’re right! It’s a shame cause he’s very much one of my favorites now that we get to see more of him in game! Normally I wouldn’t do the entire alphabet like this because it’s… a lot, but Simeon deserves it uwu. This is nearly 3000 words, which makes it my longest post yet by a long shot!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Simeon is such a sweetheart after sex. He’s not actually sleepy, but his limbs feel like jelly and he’s full of so many soft, loving emotions. All he wants to do is keep his partner close in his arms, slyly stealing kisses from their lips and whispering words of love in their ear. He’s not eager to get up or move at all, but he’s willing to have a bath or grab some water if they join him. Sex leaves him feeling rather emotional and vulnerable, and he really just wants to feel them near him and hear their voice.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Simeon’s favorite part of his body is his hands. He wears gloves often to protect them, leaving his skin feeling so soft and smooth. He’s a very hands on type of person, and he’s quite skilled with them, too. One of his favorite things to do during sex is run his hands up and down his partner’s sides, feeling their warmth under his palms.

In turn, Simeon loves every part of their body. If he had to pick just one part, though, it would be their eyes. He’s a firm believer in the saying that “eyes are the windows to the soul” and he could lose himself in their gaze. He’s fond of maintaining eye contact, watching their expression shift as they get close and memorising the different shades and tones that make up their eye color.

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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Simeon cums so much, both in quantity and frequency, but he hates the messiness of it. It feels good in the moment, but it gets cold and sticky way too quickly for his liking. He really likes to see his partner covered in his cum, as though he marked them as his in a way only the two of them would know about, but he’s always quick to help clean them up before it gets uncomfortable.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Simeon really doesn’t have anything that he would call a dirty secret. All the sexual experiences he’s had in the past have been quite tame and he’s very much not the type of person to feel ashamed about his past actions or keep them secret. He’s an open book when it comes to relationships and sex.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Contrary to popular belief, angels are allowed to have sex. As long as it doesn’t impact their duties, angels can do whatever they want with their private lives, and Simeon very much took advantage of that. He’s had quite a few partners in the past, especially before the war took place. His original rank as a Seraph gave him a lot of popularity among other angels. His experiences have taught him a lot about how to make his partner feel good in many different ways, but he never really had the chance to figure out what he enjoys. There’s a huge opportunity for them to experiment with his body and to teach him more than just the basics.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Simeon is really open to experimenting and trying out new positions, so he doesn’t have just one favorite. However, the positions he enjoys most are ones where he can see his partner’s face, especially if the position lets him pull them against his chest when he feels the need for closeness. He’s open to just about any position, though, even if it seems rather absurd at first.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Simeon isn’t goofy enough to ruin the moment, but his playful nature definitely shines through. If he’s in bed with someone, that means he feels close to them emotionally, too, so he feels comfortable enough to not stay serious all the time. Sometimes things go wrong in the moment or something silly gets said out loud on accident. He doesn’t see anything wrong with laughing it off or jokingly teasing each other. He’s good at telling when the mood allows for some laughs and when some composure is necessary.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Being an angel, Simeon’s body is almost entirely hairless. Besides the hair on his head, the only other hair on him is a small patch above his cock and a very faint happy trail. He doesn’t enjoy the feel of shaving, but he does keep it very neatly trimmed at all times. Colour wise, it matches the hair on his head perfectly.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Simeon is quite romantic in the moment. Love and intimacy are very important aspects of sex to him, and that comes through in most of his actions. His pace, his preferred positions, everything reflects that intimacy that he craves. Through it all, he’s sweet talking to his partner, letting them know how good they make him feel, how important they are to him, and how much he loves them. He knows he might come across as too intense, but he wants to make sure they know that sex isn’t just about the physical aspect for him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Simeon rarely, if ever, feels the need to masturbate. Without a partner, sex really isn’t something he thinks about often, and if he does have a partner, he’d much rather take care of his need with them, rather than on his own. If he does end up jacking off, though, he always ends up fantasising about them, and he finds that he can’t actually cum without imagining them being there with him.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Unsurprisingly, Simeon has a corruption kink. It came as a huge shock to him when he first realised it, but something about having his sweet little human tempt him and lead him down a path of “sin” excites him. It feeds into his rebellious nature that he constantly tries to control. It gives him a rush of adrenaline whenever they convince him to do something shameful or lewd and he finds himself enjoying it and even craving more instead of actually feeling shame.

As well, Simeon also has a massive praise kink. He always strives to please his partner as best as he can and getting positive reinforcement, something he rarely hears normally, sends shocks of pleasure shooting down his spine. The more praise he gets, the more eager he is to be good. If he’s being bratty, praising his good behavior in the past gets him to behave much quicker than a “punishment” would.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Simeon’s preferred location is either his or his partner’s room. It’s a place that feels safe and familiar, while also offering privacy. They can take as much time as they want and be as loud as they feel like without having to worry about anyone bursting in.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Getting Simeon turned on is pretty easy. All his partner needs to do is be direct with their advances. Their boldness excites him. He isn’t the type of person to get turned on by seemingly innocent actions, so their intent needs to be clear. That, alongside some suggestive touches, is more than enough to get him in the mood.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Simeon is usually open to trying anything once and there’s not a lot that he’s opposed to, but he is very serious with his boundaries. He refuses to allow sex with his partner to start impacting his day to day life. Skipping classes, missing meetings, or even risking being late to something, even if it’s not important, in favor of sex is a big no for him. He makes his boundaries very clear from the start, and will quickly become harsh if his partner doesn’t respect them.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Simeon has almost no experience in oral, giving or receiving, but it quickly becomes one of his favorite things. He could spend hours between his partner’s thighs without getting bored. While he’s rather hesitant and unsure at first, he’s very skilled at reading their reactions and starts adjusting his technique to make them feel as good as possible.

He doesn’t enjoy receiving quite as much, but he still loves it! It’s so easy for his partner to make him cum or overstimulate him with just their mouth. The warm wetness of their mouth feels divine and their breath is so hot against his skin, he can’t help but cum embarrassingly quickly.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Simeon greatly enjoys taking his time with his partner, keeping a slow and sensual pace and exploring every inch of their body with his mouth and hands. He’s not a fan of rushing, even as he gets closer to his peak, he keeps his pace steady, his body molding against theirs. He’s not opposed to going faster if they prefer that, but his favorite pace will always be slow and intimate.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Simeon is not a fan of quickies. He’ll be open to trying it at least once, but he knows from the start that it’s not his cup of tea. The whole thing just feels so rushed and impersonal to him. The most important part of sex to him is the intimacy and emotional connections, and quickies feel very lacking in comparison. If anything, they leave him craving his partner even more than before.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Simeon is very open to experimenting and he’s always excited to learn and experience new things. He’s willing to try anything once, even if it’s something that he’s pretty sure he won’t enjoy. The idea of taking risks also interests him, but it needs to only be a perceived risk for him to participate. Something like messing around in an empty classroom at RAD is exciting, but it needs to be afterhours when the school is empty and the door has to be locked for him to feel comfortable.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Simeon’s stamina is not the best, at least at first. He can go for more rounds than the average human just because he’s an angel, but he’s so unbelievably sensitive that the rounds themselves are rather short. It’s been so long since he’s had anyone touch him sexually that he ended up cumming in his pants the first time he was with his partner. With time, his stamina will improve drastically, probably to the point where he could easily outlast them, but he needs some practice to get there.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys aren’t something Simeon has ever really thought about using or has ever owned. When he sees the huge variety of toys that exist, he feels excited to try them out, mostly relying on his partner’s preferences and recommendations to pick some. He quickly learns that he really enjoys having them use different toys on him and, in turn, he loves the new opportunities the toys give him when it comes to pleasuring them in return. The possessive, prideful part of him that is usually buried very much prefers making his partner feel good on his own, without toys to help, but most of the time, he doesn’t mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The first time he teases his partner, it’s entirely accidental, his habit of going slow and taking his time exploring their body ends up making him tease them. Once he sees the way it makes them feel, though, he starts doing it on purpose, wanting to see more of their reactions. He’ll relent, with a smug little smile on his face, if they start begging, but until then, he plays the innocent card, pretending not to realise what he’s doing.

As much as he likes to dish it out, Simeon really can’t take much teasing. He’s so sensitive and desperate that he’ll start begging immediately, willing to do anything just to feel more of their touch.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Simeon is naturally very loud and he lets out the prettiest sounds. At first, he tries to muffle them and keep his volume down. He talks quite a bit, at least while he’s still able to form coherent thoughts, and loves to whisper sweet things to his partner in a breathy tone. The closer he gets to cumming, the more his words devolve into delicate gasps and high pitched moans. When he cums, he lets out the longest, breathiest whine that no amount of gritting his teeth or covering his mouth could smother. He’s very vocal throughout, and without some sort of soundproofing, his voice can very much be heard through the walls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Simeon has a hard time controlling his wings during sex. He can’t focus hard enough to keep them hidden and they tend to have a mind of their own, fluttering and puffing up depending on how he feels. They’re quite sensitive in the moment too, especially at the base. In the end, he finds himself wrapping his wings around his partner as he pulls them close, keeping them warm and safe under his feathers. Unfortunately, this usually means that the bed is covered in feathers from all his flapping and wiggling.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Simeon has such a pretty cock, so perfectly smooth that it almost looks like a drawing rather than an actual dick. He’s large enough to be impressive without seeming intimidating, with just enough girth to feel like a stretch, but not be painful. It’ll still take some prep for his partner to take him, but it won’t be too difficult with some patience and plenty of lube.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Simeon’s libido isn’t very high at all, and sex isn’t something that’s on his mind constantly. What matters to him most is spending quality time with his partner, regardless of what they’re doing together. They usually need to be the one to actually initiate things, since he has no qualms with pushing down his need to avoid ruining the moment. With how much he values physical touch, it’s not hard for cuddles to become something more, and as long as there’s time for it, Simeon will never say no.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sex doesn’t exactly leave him feeling sleepy, but it does make him feel extraordinarily relaxed. He tends to follow his partner’s lead, staying awake longer if they don’t plan to sleep right away. With how warm and soft he feels, though, he has no trouble falling asleep quickly, cuddling them close to his chest to absorb more of their body heat. If it’s up to him, he prefers to share some casual pillow talk together, before falling asleep soon after. If he can avoid having to get up and be functional, he will.