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[ink-and-blood-goddess]

💘🌹🍫Valentine's Day Characters and Prompts💘🌹🍫

Hello everybody. Since Valentine’s Day is next month, I would like to try something new for this year for my blog. I want to start doing holiday fanfics and to do that I want to start with this one. This is what I want to try out

RULES:

There’s a list of only fourteen characters and a list of only fourteen prompts for Valentine’s Day. That’s one character and one prompt per person.

It’s a random choosing of what you want written for a character and the prompt you want to go with. If you’re having trouble choosing, use the Random Number Generator to help you out.

Once a character and prompt have been selected, they’ll be crossed out so that they can’t be used again.

My inbox and DMs will be open from January 14th to January 31st. After that, the inbox closes until the next character list is up. If you still want to make a request for something else, please go ahead and do that, so that I can get a head start on it.

Please be respectful and have fun :)

List of Characters:

John Druitt

Arthur Harrow

Bane

Lyutsifer Safin

Eddie Munson

Henry Creel/001

Hannibal Lecter (NBC TV Series)

Michael Morbius

Lucien Crown/Milo Morbius

Lucian

Todd the Wraith

Vincent Sinclair

Lestat de Lioncourt

Robert Montague Renfield

List of Prompts:

“You’re my Secret Admirer!?”

“I love you for who you are. Not what you are…”

“Why do you celebrate such a holiday as this?”

“I didn’t want to leave you out.”

“Box of chocolates and roses. What else could you ask for?”

“You got this for me? How thoughtful of you.”

“A dozen of roses for someone as beautiful as you are to me.”

“You made this? Just for me?”

“You’re beautiful the way you are to me. Never forget that.”

“A bubble bath date, with just you and me. What could go wrong?”

“You are most beautiful as every flower in the entire world to me…”

“I was waiting to give you this, but here. You need it the most now.”

“You’re not like other girls since I’ve met you.”

“You look so hot and beautiful in clothes. Even in my sweater…”

[cosmophoriia]

"i made it so obvious" : angry love confessions. 𝜗𝜚

ღ request from: @inlovewithpandora. Prompt request for angry love confession where character b is oblivious and doesn’t realize that character a has a crush on them and character a gets fed up with character b acting clueless so while character b is talking to them about their love life character a blurts out their feelings

"how can you not know, i made it so obvious!" "clearly, you didn't make it that clear!"

“i’ve had feelings for you for so long.”

“it’s a bit frustrating to how oblivious you are.”

“how did you not notice, i always flirted with you.”

“you deserve someone who would treat you right.” “who might that be?” “… how about me?”

“i’m right in front of you.”

character b going on and on about how they never find someone and character a is just looking at them ready to snap.

“you just got to be fucking kidding me, right?”

“are you messing with me?” “no, why would you think that?” “because i gave you all the signs to me liking you and you haven’t notice one bit.”

“why are you so clueless?”

“did you ever stop and think that maybe just maybe the person you’re looking for is me?”

character a choosing to ignore character b for a while after b goes out on a tinder date and b is so confused on why a been avoiding them.

^ “did i do something wrong?”

“what do i have to do or say for you to notice that i’m in love with you?”

“everyone knew but you!”

character a having to hear character b talk about the sweet gifts that character c claimed they sent reader.

^ "they didn't send you those gifts, i did!"

"wait... you're in love with me?"

"why do you care!" "because i’m in love with you!"

"you claim to know everything about me but you never noticed that i’ve feelings for you, not even once?”

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Phrases/Actions that have my legs divorcing

All 18+ Prompts | Part 1 of prompts

“Don’t you want to play with me?” 

“Look at me. I want you to watch you come on my fingers/cock/strap.” 

Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it. 

“Yeah?” They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, “And what if I do this?” They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.

Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh) 

Kissing down every inch of your body they possibly can, showing you how much they love you. 

^ Have them murmuring against your skin how beautiful/handsome you are 

“Tell me to stop and we stop. I don’t care what’s happening. All I care about is you.” 

Sighing softly at the shell of your ear so you can hear how much you affect them. 

“Behave, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now.” 

 “Can’t you handle it, baby?” “I can-fuck, I can handle it.” 

“If you want something, you have to use your words.” 

 “Count them for me.” 

 Scraping their teeth over your neck to have a shiver of arousal run down your spine. 

“I bet they can’t fuck you like I can.”  

 Wrapping their fingers around your wrist and guiding you to where they desperately need you. 

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 

 “Act like a brat and I’ll treat you like a brat.” 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg) 

 “Don’t be shy baby, I love the way you moan my name.”

[pookie-and-cereal]

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue

Some of these are found all over tumblr. And my apologies for not posting.

"Hey- no, no. It’s okay, cry it all out. I’m here for you"

"I’ll stay by your side for the whole time" "Promise?" "Of course darling, Promise"

"When’s the last time you actually slept?"

"Just breathe, it’ll be over soon"

"Everything will feel that it’s not okay, but— don’t forget, you’re not alone this time"

"I’m sorry—" "No, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault"

"I’m here, and will be by your side"

"You can’t hide that fever from me"

"You’re safe now"

"Calm down, you’re burning up"

"I’m open for hugs, whenever you need them!"

"I know it hurts, but just hold on a little longer!"

"Let me take care of you this time"

"Stop pretending that you’re fine! You need first aid!"

"You’ve always been there for me, now, it’s my turn to be there for you"

"Why?" "Because you mean the world to me,"

"Listen to me! Fuck what they think! Because you are perfect! You hear me?"

"You’re not useless"

"Take these meds, they’ll help"

"I’m not leaving, okay?"

“Don’t pretend you’re okay. Please, don’t lie to me, because I know you’re not okay!"

Prompts

Making them warm soup, and taking care of them, as if they were glass

Asking them every two minutes if they need something

Holding their hand once the pain becomes unbearable

After a long day they’re burnt out, and finds their partner making dinner for them both

Treating to their partner/friend’s wounds

Giving them meds for the pain

Refusing to leave because you can see past them, and knowing they’re sick

Pretending to be fine after a small incident, and their partner/friend asks them what’s wrong, which flips the switch and they can’t stop crying. And eventually tell their partner/friend about it

Going out to buy their favourite snacks

Giving the other hugs

Not letting go of the others hand

[littlewhispersofsolitude]

OTP Prompts: Relationship Progression

Buying/renting out their first house together.

Having their first serious argument/fight.

Having sex for the first time.

Rescuing/adopting their first pet.

Introducing each other to their parents.

Drinking from the same bottle/cup/etc.

Using pet names.

Getting undressed in front of each other.

Updating their social media relationship status'.

Changing to a joint bank account.

Discussing things that set themselves up to be hurt and trusting that the other won't take advantage of it.

Getting engaged/married.

Using each others' phones without supervision.

Making a joint purchase together.

Caring for the others' nieces/nephews/grandchildren/children, with or without them.

Laughing at something embarrassing to the other person and knowing it's not going to offend/upset them.

Having their first sleepover.

Going on their first roadtrip/vacation.

Opening up about something personal.

Saying "I love you" for the first time.

Discussions of kinks that they're embarrassed/self-conscious of.

[paperultra]

aries and the turtle.

Pairing: OPLA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,169 words Warnings: None

asterism (noun): a group of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars

The first thought that comes to Sanji’s mind when he sees you curled up on the kitchen floor, rummaging through the box of herbs and spices, is that you’re the single most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Darling,” he says softly, leaning against the doorframe and smiling a bit when you startle, “you could’ve woken me up if you wanted a midnight snack.”

“O-Oh! Um.” Your voice colors the gentle calm of night into something warmer – and like always, he’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame, walking over and squatting down next to you as you scramble to put back a jar of paprika. “I’m sorry, Sanji, I – er, well, um …”

“What are you looking for? I’ll help you.”

Under the yellow glow of the lantern, you seem to shrink. You duck your head and mumble into the collar of your pretty nightshirt. “That chamomile and lavender tea you made a couple nights ago …” you begin hesitantly. “I wanted to make some.” Your voice quiets further. “I can’t sleep.”

Sanji frowns, angling his head to catch a glimpse of your face. You do look a little more haggard than normal, your eyelids heavy, your shoulders burdened. His heart aches. How long had you laid in your hammock, tossing and turning, until you couldn’t stand it anymore?

“I see,” he murmurs. “Let’s make that tea right away, then, shall we?”

Sanji quickly finds the flowers and some lemon rinds he had sun-dried last week. You insist on helping at least a little bit despite his protests for you to just relax, fetching two teacups and setting some water on the stove to boil as he measures the right amount of each ingredient to put into the infuser.

Once the water is ready, steam billowing up past your heads and to the ceiling, he pours it into the teapot and covers it to steep.

(You don’t say anything while the two of you wait, and although Sanji yearns to coax a smile and a sweet conversation from you, he contents himself with the silence as well, which is just as sweet. You sneak glances at him every once in a while, though. He knows because he does the same, and the attention sends a thrill through his chest.)

Time passes. He pours the tea – first for you, then for him.

“Tell me when.” The silence breaks once more as Sanji spoons some honey into your cup.

“That’s good.”

He stirs the tea up, hands it to you. You blow across the top of it and then take a sip as he watches attentively.

“How does the madam like it?” he asks.

You exhale and meet his eyes for a split second before quickly looking away. A small smile touches your lips. “It’s perfect,” you reply from behind the cup. “Thank you, Sanji.”

Warmth stains his cheeks a gentle pink.

“The sky is clear tonight,” he ventures hopefully as he adds two teaspoons of honey for himself. He picks up his cup and gestures at the open door. “Stars and tea pair well together, if you have an appetite for it.”

You bite your bottom lip. His gaze immediately darts down to it, and he swallows, throat suddenly dry.

“Sure,” you whisper.

And so Sanji gains another precious sliver of time with you. Elbows resting on the railing, hot tea and your presence protecting him from the cold, he stands out on the deck of the Going Merry and tilts his head back to look up at the sky.

He knows how much you love the stars. They are one of the few topics you can talk about without your usual shyness, and he thinks of you every time he sees them, pinpricks of pure light shining through the darkness, guiding weary sailors home. Sometimes he thinks you must have been one yourself, carried down from the heavens. Ethereal. Out of reach.

“This time of year,” you say, and Sanji turns his attention over to the stars reflected in your eyes, “you can see my constellation.”

“Yours?” he questions.

“Yes. Those three stars over there.” Your arm stretches out to point at something on the left, your finger tracing an arc in the sky. “In my home village, parents dedicate their newborns to a constellation three days after birth. Mine dedicated me to the turtle.”

A turtle. That fits you incredibly well, he thinks to himself fondly, considering your quiet tenacity. “How come?”

“Turtles represent good luck and a long life.”

“I see. Well, do you think you’ve had good luck so far in life?”

You hum thoughtfully, looking down into your tea.

“I think so,” you say after some time, hushed. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

A chuckle escapes him. “I would argue that you’re the one who’s brought good luck to us, sweetheart.”

You bite back a smile and whisper a small ‘oh’ as he gently bumps your shoulder with his own. Even now, you’re unused to compliments, but no matter; he’ll praise you at every turn until you finally realize you deserve every word of it.

There’s a brief period of silence before he asks, “What do you think my constellation would be?”

“Your constellation?” It doesn’t take long at all before you reply, pointing upward into a spread of stars that he could never even begin to puzzle out, “The ram. Some call it Aries.”

“What does it mean?”

This question seems to fluster you. You cough and stammer for a few seconds. He sips his tea, the beverage sweet and floral on his tongue as he waits.

“Rams … are artists at heart,” you finally say, glancing over at him. Your eyes, normally wary and somber, glitter. “They’re strong and passionate, but also gentle and kind.”

Oh.

Sanji can feel a blush creeping up his neck to his cheeks. God. Surely, you’ll be the death of him, saying something like that so honestly and with eyes that look like that. He’d move heaven and earth for you if you asked.

“I’ll dedicate my life to living up to those qualities,” he breathes once he can speak again. “Just as much as you’ll live up to yours.”

You take a sharp breath.

“You already do,” he hears you whisper.

And Sanji truly, truly cannot resist anymore.

Your name leaves his lips. He reaches out, hand departing from the dying heat of the teacup and seeking out yours.

You do not pull away when his fingertips brush your cool skin over the railing; instead, you let him turn your hand over until palm touches palm, until the spaces between his fingers are filled with your own and his heart beats to the rhythm of yours.

Sanji squeezes your hand, and every cell in his body begs to falter and fall at your feet.

You rest your head on his shoulder.

The tea cools. But the stars remain as brilliant as ever, and your hand stays warm in his, and everything – everything is beautiful.

[l-michalska-writer]

Protective prompts

Perhaps i should phrase myself better. You. Wont. Lay. A. Single. Finger. On. Her.

Yeah, I killed him. I won't apologize for that.

He had it coming.

"He was asking for it." "For a beat-up?" "Yeah."

I don't care if you want me here or not. I'm staying.

You're in a hospital because of them and I'll put in a morgue everyone who is responsible for that.

He said what?!

"He had it coming." "you killed him." "Exactly."

He was asking for it.

You have my permission to kill him whenever you like, darlin'.

Are you falling in love with me, hon'?

You're playing a dangerous game, darlin'.

"My father wants to meet you." "I swear, one single bad word about you comes out od his mouth... I'll kill him."

You’ll stay by my side until I tell you so.

„You’d defy the gods, only for me?” „i would destroy the gods for you.”

You can change what you do but you cant change what you want.

If I cant have you no one should.

*someone’s bothering her* him: would you like to fuck off?

How many drinks would it take to make you mine?

Who. Did. This. To. You?

You don't want to make me jealous, honey.

[airaibunny]

MISC SMUT PROMPTS

1. “no underwear? did you plan this?”

2. “are you just going to watch?”

3. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”

4. “you’re such a needy girl”

5. “you just keep doing what you’re doing”

6. “you’re fucking soaked”

7. “you make me so wet”

8. “can i ask you for something?”

9. “please don’t think i’m weird for this…”

10. “does that turn you on?”

11. “i need your fingers”

12. “say/do it like you mean it”

13. “scream my name while you cum”

14. “call me mommy”

15. “touch yourself, i want to watch”

16. “on your knees”

17. “turn around”

18. “bend over”

19. “spread your legs”

20. “open wider”

21. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”

22. “lift your leg”

23. “i’m bored, let’s play”

24. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”

25. “harder”

26. “it’s my turn now”

27. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry” - “no! don’t apologize, i liked it…”

28. “spank me”

29. “choke me”

30. “bite me”

31. “you can practice on me”

32. “this is a one time thing”

33. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”

34. “we can’t do this”

35. “i ordered us something”

36. “that looks too big”

37. “you bought a vibrator?”

38. “sit here”

39. “while standing?”

40. “give me your hand”

41. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”

42. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

43. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”

44. “you’re so spoiled”

45. “can we use a toy?”

46. “can i use a toy on you?”

47. “just like that”

48. “nobody can know about this, okay?”

49. “how are you so close already?”

50. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”

51. “can you be quick?”

52. “please, i’ll finish fast”

53. “use your mouth”

54. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”

55. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “you have to say the word”

56. “on the counter/table/etc?”

57. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?”

58. “pull my hair”

59. “open your mouth”

60. “you’re such a messy girl”

61. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”

62. “open your eyes”

63. “look at me while you cum”

64. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”

65. “do you want to join me?”

66. “how bad do you want it?”

67. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”

68. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”

69. “we could get kicked out for this”

70. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”

71. “you’re so annoying” - “would i still be annoying eating you out?”

72. “put your leg over my shoulder”

73. “there’s no one else here, be louder”

74. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are for me”

75. “stop being gentle”

76. “you can’t leave marks”

77. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”

78. “do you like it when i spank you?”

79. “use my thigh”

80. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”

81. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”

82. “i still hate you”

83. “this is just sex, no strings”

84. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”

85. "you can take it like a good girl, right?"

86. “that was a nice way to wake up"

87. “why don't you make it up to me?"

[spacebarbarianweird]

@ramlightly graciously let me write a fic based on this comic. Check it out, it's so cool!

"Dominate Person" is a nasty spell that can fully submit a humanoid to your power. It's unclear if the victim has self-consciousness in the moment but since it's possible to throw Wisdom saving rolls I think you can feel that you are controlled.

Thanks @bhaalbaaby for beta-reading!

Puppet Master

Synopsis: Astarion is enchanted by the "Dominate Person" spell and almost kills Tav.

Tags: angst, comfort

TW: A description of physical violence

Read on AO3

Masterlist

Headcanons

Astarion wants to move. To hide in the shadows and shoot the necromancer from there.

You are surrounded, but you keep doing your work.

But he can't.

His body is paralyzed, and he feels a wave of panic. 

No, not this. Not "Hold Person"!

He can't do this. He can't make it.

Paralysis is like being sealed in a tomb with too little space to move. Helpless, voiceless.

What if something happens to you when he is like this?

"Astarion, use your daggers!"

Is it you? Or one of the adventurers you've teamed up this morning to kick necromancers out of the town?

Astarion just has to wait. The spell wears off when the spellcaster is down. Or a healer manages to find a way to get rid of the invisible chains.

Or...

USE THE DAGGER

The voice is intimidating, too loud, and too powerful.

It's like the Cazador's voice in his head again. Suppressing. Ordering. Torturing.

No, no...

Astarion feels his hand move toward the dagger. The strings make him move.

It's not "Hold Person".

It's "Dominate Person".

Full control of the victim. The voice your body cannot resist. You become one of them, fighting for them.

Murdering your loved ones.

KILL

Astarion rushes forward to you. To the only person he loves and cares about. The only person in the entire world who has never hurt him.

"Astarion! Help me! Astarion, what's wrong?"

Astarion pushes you into the ground with all his newfound vampiric strength.

No, no, please, stop it!

MURDER THEM

The dagger stabs through your stomach, causing an internal rupture. The second dagger wounds your chest.

You stare at him in pain, in silent prayer. You watch your lover killing you.

Blood. So much blood. Your blood.

A strong hand pulls Astarion from you, but it's not enough.

Astarion has an order from his new master.

To kill you. To make sure you are dead.

It is the worst type of dissociation. He is just an observer.

His hands rip you apart as if you are a prey he's found in the woods. Your eyes are full of terror and pain.

VAMPIRE, DRINK THE BLOOD.

No, no, I won't do it. I don't take the blood without consent... NO!

His fangs pierce into your neck, taking the blood non-stop. To satiate him, to let him feel alive.

And to drain you.

He is less than a slave. A puppet. With his locked mind in agony.

CRUSH THE SKULL

Astarion grabs a handful of your hair to smash you against a stone. Your body is motionless. Broken. Almost dead.

And then...

The agony of death pierces the mind. It's an acid flare of horror - too familiar for the undead.

It happened to him once, many years ago. When he was killed by Cazador and revived as a vampire spawn.

That's how death feels.

But he isn't dying. More than this, his body is his again.

Astarion stands up, feeling the nightmare wearing off.

Your body lies on the ground in blood and gore.

Astarion falls to his knees, his hands shaking.

And yells.

**

You wake up, your body sore and in terrible pain.

Astarion.

Your mind reacts with a panic attack - a near-death experience causing mental anguish. Your body remembers how Astarion jumped on you with his daggers.

How he ripped your throat.

How he almost crushed your skull.

You try to collect yourself. "Dominate Person". One of the nastiest spells necromancers know. Create a humanoid puppet and make them kill their friends and loved ones. While they silently scream, locked in their minds.

Some people never recover from that. Offing themselves, not being capable of dealing with what they did.

Damn, and what did it do to Astarion? It's what happened to him during his enslavement. Orders impossible to resist.

You want to call for him, but your body refuses to act. It remembers.

His hands, his fangs.

And his eyes in such desperation you've never seen.

Before you manage to collect yourself again, you fall into oblivion.

**

Astarion is silent.

His nails pierce his scalp. His teeth are clenched. His eyes open wide as he stares at the wall.

The companions who murdered the necromancers ignore him, but he doesn't feel any hostility.

Just a spell. It happens.

"Astarion... Is this your name, right?" a young fighter approaches him. "You need to take a bath."

Astarion looks at himself. His clothes are covered in blood. Your blood.

"Tav will be fine. We have good healers here. Don't blame yourself."

As if enchanted again, Astarion walks away. In silence, he locks himself in the bathroom - a small wooden room with a tub full of hot water. But instead of putting off the dirty clothes, he submerges himself fully clothed.

The fabric clings to the body, and Astarion hugs his knees. The blood mixes with water.

His back hurts as if his scars are bleeding.

He doesn't know how long he spends there. An hour? A day? A week? The water is cold. but he can't care less still hearing your cries.

The door creaks, and he notices familiar soft steps.

"Astarion? Are you alright?"

He can't look at you. Can't make himself. Can't witness the damage he caused.

"I almost killed you, and you ask how I am doing?" his voice breaks.

"The necromancer almost killed me," you say firmly. "Not you. Hey, look at me!"

Your head is heavily bandaged. There are bruises all over your face, and he knows there is much more evidence of his violence below your shirt and trousers.

"It wasn’t you. It was them. You would never do this to me."

"I did."

"You didn't. Come on, take off your clothes. They’re all wet."

He wants to make you go, make you leave. He will be happy knowing you are somewhere safe and far from him.

You touch his neck, and he can't resist. Astarion allows you to pull off his shirt and then manages to take off the trousers as well. 

"I am sorry," he whispers.

"Don't." You start rubbing his back, and he flinches when your gentle fingers touch the edges of the scars.

"Tav... You need to rest..."

"Don't be selfish. I need this, too."

"What? Why?"

You take his chin and make him look up at you. "Because my body remembers you killing me. Because my subconscious tells me to run away. Because I remember these gentle hands of yours driving blades into my chest. I need to forget it before it's engraved forever. So please, don’t push me away. Not now..."

You keep rubbing his back, hands, and chest. You plant kisses on the clean skin. You wash his hair, stained blood, and gore, and make sure your touches are light and tender.

"If you want to talk about it, I am here. I know what exactly it reminded you of," you whisper in his ear.

And at that moment it's too much.

His body shudders as he starts crying, hiding his face from you in his palms. You drop the rags and wrap your hands around his neck.

You sit like that for an eternity, lulling each other until the healer starts banging into the door, demanding you to return to bed. You reluctantly let Astarion go.

You kiss him goodbye and leave, hoping the darkness won't hold his mind again, and he won't run away from you and his guilt.

**

The bed is comfortable as you lie motionless on a blanket. The healer did a great job patching you together. But you will need to fully recover. And gallons of healing potion.

Astarion enters the room. He wears fresh clothes, and if it wasn't for his facial expression, you could think nothing bad has happened.

"Come," you ask him. "I am sorry, but the night of passion isn't an offer today."

"Don't be ridiculous. How are you feeling?"

"Beaten. Wounded. Tired. And you?"

"Violated"

You both are silent. Finally, Astarion lies beside you and wraps his hands around you.

Your body stiffens against your will. Astarion feels it and tries to let you go.

"No. Hold me like that!"

He obliges and gently places your head on his chest. His cool skin feels nice.

Astarion loves me. He won't hurt me.

You repeat it like a prayer before finally being able to fully relax.

"I love you," he mutters. "I won't hurt you. You hear me?"

You nod.

"I love you, too," You smile, and your heart rejoices when he smiles back.

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[promptful]

70 Taunting Enemies Prompts

Remember, requests are open.

WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, CURSING, MENTION OF BLOOD. MENTION OF A GUN.

DIALOGUE:

TAUNTER:

1) “Is that really all you got?” 

2) “Come on, you can do better than that.” 

3) “I’m not even sweating yet.” 

4) “Think I broke more of a sweat petting my cat than I did fighting you.” 

5) “I’m sure you can hit me if you try hard enough. I believe in you.” 

6) “So close.” 

7) “You’re… boring me.”

8) “I expected more.”

9) “Why couldn’t the cops deal with you?” 

10) “Oh, no.” (said really sarcastically) 

11) “I’m sooo scared.” 

12) “Honestly, if you weren’t threatening actual lives, you’d be more of a nuisance, really.” 

13) “This is what I was called for? You?” 

14) “What… is this?” 

15) “Do you want me to slow down for you?” 

16) “If it makes you feel better, I’ll let you get a hit in.” 

17) “This is stupid. Goodnight.” 

18) “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be good enough to beat me one day.” 

19) “Come and get it.” 

20) “That actually hurt. Wow.” 

21)  “Compared to my usual crowd, you’re nothing.” 

22) “Get out of my way.” 

23) “Move.” 

24) “Having fun?” 

25) “Aw, you’re not hurt already, are you?” 

26) “I was just playing. Surely you can take more.” 

27) “Oh my, is that blood? Just from that?”

RESPONDING 

28) “You have to get through me!”

29) “Shut up!” 

30) “I can keep going.” 

31) “This— this is nothing.” 

32) “I’ll make you regret saying that!”

33) “Then let me make this a little more challenging!” 

34) “Of course it hurts, dipshit.” 

35) “You should be scared.” 

36) “Stop— stop taunting me!” 

37) “Fun? Fun? Don’t insult me.” 

38) “I’ll show you better!” 

39) “I can’t stand you.” 

40) “Get out of my way!” 

41) “Over my dead body!” 

42) “I won’t let you get to them.” 

43) “I’ll make sure you can’t hurt anybody else.” 

44) “Over my grave, you bastard.” 

45) “Dammit, all right, here we go!”

46) “I’ll take you down if it’s the last thing I do.” 

47) “If I can’t take you down, I will never forgive myself.” 

48) “Try and move me, I dare you!” 

49) “You’re gonna regret that!” 

50) “You want to see what I can do?” 

51)  “You’re nothing.”

52) “Keep taunting me and see what happens.” 

53) “I’ll give you one chance, walk away.” 

54) “Fine, I guess we’re doing this.” 

55) “Y’know, talking during fighting isn’t very professional!” 

SCENARIOS 

56) You have a stupid smirk on your face, and I’m just trying to be serious. Why are you like this? Can we fight already? 

57) Why are you taunting me? Stop— stop dancing. We’re in the middle of a fight. 

58) When the cops/superhero/my friend told me what you were doing, I wanted to stay in bed. And now that I’m here, I’m thinking that maybe I should have. 

59) Is that bomb fake or real. I can never tell with you.

60) I’m bleeding from your knife/kicks/punches, but I’m not gonna stop fighting until you’re finally taken down. 

61) Every time you taunt me, I see red, and you know this. I should be stronger, but I’m not. 

62) I won’t let you hurt the people I love. Not while I’m still breathing. 

63) You notice that I’m breathing heavy, and you just keep smirking. I— I can keep going. I can. 

64) We used to be friends, what happened to us? Why do we always have to fight? 

65) If you’d just put that gun/remote/knife, we could go home, y’know? We don’t have to keep fighting. 

66) You’re not fighting like you used to, what happened? 

67) This is pathetic and a waste of my time, you’re in my way. 

68) You’ve gotten weaker, I can’t help but let a smirk cross my lips, this is almost… funny. 

You stumble against the wall with half-lidded eyes. It’d be so easy to just stroll by you, but for some reason, I can’t help but keep taunting you. 

69) You hate me. I hate you. Yet, taunting you is one of my favorite things to do. 

[youneedsomeprompts]

~ UNCONVENTIONAL AUs ~ PROMPT LIST

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Feel free to use and reblog!

artist x muse AU

mutual third-wheeling AU

multiple identities AU

neighbours AU

antique shop AU

metro/bus AU

forensics AU

fairytale AU

abroad/vacation AU

sleepwalking AU

med school AU

fellow parents at the kindergarten AU

cashier AU

journalist AU

underwater/mermaid AU

lab AU

rich heritage AU

bakery AU

dream AU

countryside AU

centaur AU

domestic AU

edwardian era AU

ghost AU

makeup artist AU

hostage AU

pet/petshop AU

library AU

small town AU

masquerade ball AU

spilling drink AU

pen pal AU

evening school AU

near death experience AU

mailman AU

temporary roommates AU

matchmaking AU

gym AU

tall x smol AU

furniture store AU

horse race AU

karaoke AU

workaholic x janitor AU

long train ride AU

roommate's best friend AU

blackout AU

fake marriage for undercover mission AU

witness protection AU

drunk AU

secret dating at work AU

[moodymarie]

Reading fanfics with y/l/n is such a struggle as a european

Like they would never be able to pronounce my last name 😭😭😭

[cosmophoriia]

੭ — levels of intimacy.

ღ request from: @generousvintagevictorianeagle — hi!! can you please write some dialogue prompts about a relationship/ intimacy within partners/ and caring for each other type beat… fluff and maybe a little angst and smut… much appreciated!!

ღ warnings : some angst + smut mentioned!

"when’s the last time you ate something?"

“let me run you a nice soothing bath.”

“you look so beautiful, baby.” “babe, i just woke up.” “you’re always beautiful even if you just woke up.”

“let’s cuddle on the couch and watch your favorite movie.”

“i got you a present, i hope you like it.”

“why didn’t you just tell me you needed a break?”

“i’m sorry about what happened, i’m here if you ever need to talk about it.”

“hey… hey… why are you crying?”

“are you okay?”

“this is a great opportunity for you, i thought you would be happy but why do you look so sad?”

“you know you can tell me anything right?”

“can’t sleep.” “i tried absolute everything but nothing.” pulling you even closer as they say “you haven’t tried everything, i think i can get you to fall asleep”

“wanna take this to the bed?”

“we can take things slow if you want?”

“fuck… you’re so good.”

“please… go harder.”

“you look so pretty as you squirm under me.”

“let me clean you up.”

“such a good girl f’me.”

“is this okay?” character a ask before going any further and character b simply nods their head. “use your words baby.”

[promptsbytaurie]

anything with wing clipping. i once tried to do research on it for a fic and,, it is SO angsty

i got u fam <333 (i have way too much brainrot on this bear with me LMAO)

tips for writing ✨wingfics✨

!!please credit/tag me if you use this!! i'd love to see what you write!!

physical differences:

area where wings connect to their back is insanely sensitive!!

feathers falling e v e r y w h e r e

wings are big!! if the wearer hasn't had them for long, or is younger/inexperienced, they're gonna knock shit over

~birb noises~

they're actually really good singers with insane lung capacity, a lot of them are/could be opera singers

thin bones, so they're super light and even though most think it's embarrassing to be picked up so easily there's always One Dude who's like 'carry me everywhere'

smaller birds = smaller people. most wings correspond to a specific species, and hummingbird varieties are notoriously short (though never say that to their face, they will probably murder you <3)

unless the avian is a kind of waterbird (penguins, sometimes eagles) going into water will clog their wings and they could drown!! adding onto this i imagine that avians have special bathtubs and brushes and stuff so that they can properly clean their wings

on the flip side if an avian does NOT clean their wings they can get tangled or matted which a) is super painful b) could impact their flying and c) could cause sickness !!

dislocated wings >:(( this happens about as often as dislocated shoulders do with regular people. this can be caused by a couple things like blunt force, trying to manuever/twist wings in ways they aren't supposed to go, or flying too often/straining wings.

psychological differences:

preening!! it's intimate, but doesn't have to be romantic/sexual. obv there is room for very fluffy and romantic moments but it can be either way

flock!!! it's kinda like a family or a pack

the urge to Make a Nest and Only Let the Flock In

once the Flock is In the Nest then the Flock Will Not Leave Ever

molting!! old feathers fall out to allow new ones to grow in !

molting is basically the bird version of a period except all birds have it once or twice a year. they're more emotional, super sensitive, and extra clingy during molting!!

if an avian gives you one of their feathers it's basically a version of marriage, except it doesnt have to be romantic. its essentially a promise, like a 'we're with each other forever' kinda thing.

just as humans have discrimination, i imagine that avians have it too. more common species like songbirds, ravens, or crows are probably valued in society way less than those like eagles, doves, or parrots, and there could also be stereotypes against species like vultures or condors.

on wing clipping:

in my mind wing clipping is a lot like trimming your fingernails realllly sloppily, except the difference is that you should NEVER clip an avian's wings.

what i mean by fingernails is that the nails themselves don't hurt but if you do it sloppily there are Consequences: clipped too short -> irritated skin. clipped inconsistently -> sharp edges, snags on everything INCLUDING other feathers

huge violation of boundaries/self!! clipped wings -> can't fly. flying is integral to avian health and if they can't fly their mood and mental health will fall drastically.

clipped feathers take a long time to grow back, and therefore clipping has long-term effects. it also damages the feathers themselves (obviously) in ways that sometimes can't be healed

if an avian's wings are clipped their trust goes DOWN and their insecurity goes UP. its likely that if someone else tries to touch their wings they will freak out

clipped wings also make avians more jumpy and paranoid because they've lost their major way to escape/protect themselves: flying away.

angst potentials in wingfics (spoiler: there's a lot):

like i said, clipped wings -> can't fly. write about an avian's first time flying again. (not super angsty but still)

SUPER angsty: write about the actual act of wing clipping.

an avian is neglecting their wing care and tries to hide it.

relationship between a 'noble' avian (eagle, dove, etc) and a 'basic' avian (crow, raven, etc) and society's dislike of the relationship.

or maybe avians are a minority in a human world, and an avian has to hide their wings to be safe.

hope this helped!! <33

[pookie-and-cereal]

Threat/Help/ Wounded/Angst Prompts

Not really sure what the name was 🤡

"Get behind me"

"Come at me!"

"I dare you!"

"Don’t you dare lay a finger on [pronoun]!"

"I will find you, and when I do. Ha, it won’t end well"

"Shh! They’ll hear us!"

"You didn’t have to do that"

"Fuck ‘was that for?!"

"What are you doing?!"

"I—I have a/this [weapon] in my hand! And I’m not afraid to use it!"

"Stop hurting [pronoun]!"

"GET OFF!"

"Help me— please!"

"I don’t want to get hurt, again…"

"Stop! PLEASE! Don’t hurt me!"

"I will stab you to death"

"You want MERCY?! Ha… Then get on your knees and beg!"

"It’s me, and [pronoun] dies. Or it’s [pronoun] and I die"

"Pick the wrong one and face the consequence!"

"I beg of you, please, don’t hurt [name]"

"I’ll pay you anything! Just name your price!"

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here"

"Get out of the way!"

"Stop! If you do that then you’ll be gone forever!"

"I’ll serve you— just as long as [name] is free"

"You should’ve died in [name’s] place!"

Prompts

Person A shielding Person B

Person A covers Person B as they annihilate a threat

Person B knowing they don’t have anymore time left, and kisses Person A’s forehead telling them not to forget them

Person A being held in Prison because they took the fault of Person B’s crime

Person B finally got rid of an abusive relationship (wether it’s a family member or their s/o), and Person A does their best to help them recover

Person A treating Person B’s wounds

Person A helping Person B back on their feet after a battle (old history lore)

Person B is usually really good at hiding [pronoun] wounds, till they wear an extra large shirt and a wound is exposed to Person A

Person A holding Person B in [pronoun] arms after hearing them say their last words

Person A carrying Person B to safety

Person A cooking for Person B because their sick, and are still recovering from their wounds

Person B crying and screaming in Pain, while Person A trying to calm them down and get them first aid

[hanasnx]

prompt: #13

prompt list | rules

MINORS DNI 18+

WORD COUNT: 0.7k | CHARACTERS: brian o’conner x gn!reader

NOTES:

i don’t write for f&f. i just saw the first one today bcos the actual first time i watched it i remembered nothing. i was kind of inspired like brian was stuck in my head and he needed to go somewhere so i had to write him a little tidbit. i hope donnie loves it

i know brian is mostly a sub but i don’t feel like he acts like a sub in this post. sorry:/ i have a tendency to do that with my writing. hope his voice still makes sense anyway!

WARNINGS: established relationship, reader is mentioned to wear heels and a mini-skirt, accused of trying to make brian jealous and is lowkey true, no angst just a fun little smutty kind of argument.

“Don’t think I didn’t see you shakin’ your ass in front of the whole line—“ Brian’s storytelling is nothing short of greatly exaggerated, causing you to scoff in response. It’s hard to condemn him when he wears that grin so well. Your eyes follow as his finger points and gestures to make his point, as if he’s passing over that “whole line.���

“‘Shaking my ass’?” you question incredulously, sitting up in the passenger seat to adjust further facing him. “I was walking!” As if swaying your hips naturally is the same.

“Yeah, but you know,” he’s quick to interject, glancing between you and the road as his knuckles turn white against the steering wheel. “You’ve got those little, black, strappy heels I like- you’re wearing a mini-skirt- c’mon, what were they supposed to think?” The combative nature of the conversation only eggs you to rise to the occasion.

“There’s no chance in hell you think the fact I happened to be walking in front of guys means I was looking for attention.” Your hair whips around your forehead, the winds through the open windows forcing you to heighten your voice over it.

One single, clean look from Brian, blue eyes lingering in yours as he drawls, “You did with me.” that damned handsome curl to his lips, and you land against the seat. A huff of defeat leaves you like your argument deflated.

“That was different—“

“—No, no—“ Once again you have to shout over him.

“—That was different, Bri, and you know it—!”

“—You can’t fool me, baby, you did it because you like when I get like this.” A self satisfied gloat and an affirming nod from him is enough to make you wish you could pull his perfect hair out in retaliation.

Your pause of disbelief causes Brian to eye you again. It’s irritating to say the least how deeply he takes pleasure in it.

“You are so full of shit.” you mutter, shifting to swing your knees in the direction of your door, glaring out onto the landscape.

Taunting, and superior, Brian lets out two victorious laughs. “Ha, ha! I gotcha, baby, can’t hide nothin’ from me.” his pompous words pair with an emphasizing smack onto your bare thigh, and then a squeeze. When you strategically don’t play along, Brian ducks his head forward, fighting for a peek at your face turned away. “Aw, don’t be pissy, sweetheart, you’re only mad you got caught.”

That thrill in the pit of your stomach, mixed with the annoyance in your brain gets the better of you. You snap, “Shut up, Brian.”

“‘Shut up’—? Oh, okay, I get it. ‘Shut up.’ Makes sense.” That grip on your flesh hardens, and you give in order to direct your gaze to him. His expression hasn’t changed much, but his tone sure has. Tonguing the inside of his cheek as he nods nice and slow. “You’re so in for it when we get home.” It’s meaning sent straight down between your legs.