#prompt list answer

[paperultra]

the liminal space.

Pairing: OPLA!Roronoa Zoro x Reader Word Count: 1,575 words Warnings: Swearing, mentions of alcohol use [A/N: written with the cooper!reader from mise en rose in mind. i don't know where in the timeline this occurs, though. lol.]

cingulomania (noun): a strong desire to hold a person in your arms

Living in close quarters can really change how you see a person.

Roronoa Zoro, for instance, had always struck you as rather aloof, having traveled alone for some time before you joined him, and unused to physical affection. He never gave any indication that he was one to enjoy it, and he never sought it out from anyone. That certainly wasn’t odd. You respected his tendency towards personal space, subsequently believing that it extended to his sleeping habits as well.

So when you wake up, hardly able to breathe underneath the hulking mass of a snoring swordsman, you are more surprised than anything.

“Zoro,” you wheeze, patting his back with the hand that isn’t crushed between his chest and yours. Nothing happens, so you swat harder. “Zoro. You’re crushing me.”

His arms squeeze around you as he stirs, inhaling sharply next to your ear. You stop moving as he lifts his head and opens his eyes just wide enough to register you beneath him.

He pauses.

Good morning, sunshine is what you want to say in a cheeky tone. You want to prove that you’re unaffected by the warmth of his body pressing yours into the mattress, the sensation of his breath across your cheekbone and the way his gaze transitions from something bleary into something sharp.

The greeting refuses to leave your mouth. All you can do is blink.

The next thing you know, Zoro’s rolling off of you and out of bed with nary an apology, mumbling something about going to the bathroom.

You hum distantly in response and stare up at the ceiling as he shuffles to the door. Once he closes it behind him, you reach up and fold your hands over your eyes, cheeks hot.

Great.

—

It all started because you and Zoro could only afford a single bed at the inn.

(You use the term “afford” loosely here. The truth of the matter is that you grossly underestimated how much a room would cost, and the owner of the one place willing to lend you a room for half the usual rate demanded physical labor to make up for the rest. Given that Zoro would be spending most of his time hunting down a bounty, the majority of the unpaid labor fell on your shoulders.)

(But you digress.)

The room is small and bare, which is fine, because you and Zoro don’t have much between the two of you anyway. The only problem is that there is only one bed. Zoro had expressed no qualms about sharing so long as you didn’t disturb his sleep, and you had readily agreed, not wanting either of you to sleep on the floor.

After the first morning, you’re not sure if that was a lapse of judgement on your part or not.

Zoro doesn’t mention it at all before he leaves for the day, and you don’t, either. However, when he comes back in the middle of the night and you’re already in bed, squinting and shielding yourself from the bright hallway light as he takes his slippers off and walks in, he sits on the carpet just a few feet away from your side.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he proceeds to lay down.

“Sleeping.”

He closes his eyes and folds his arms behind his head. You frown.

“Why aren’t you sleeping up here?” No answer. You lift your head from your pillow, indignant. “Hey, don’t ignore me! I know you’re still awake.”

“I’ve had a long day,” he grumbles, “so I’d like some quiet so I can sleep. Thanks.”

You huff.

The thought that Zoro might actually be just as embarrassed flits briefly through your mind, but you extinguish it just as quickly. He’s never seemed like the kind of guy to be self-conscious about those kinds of things. A more likely reason is that he’s decided that he wants his own separate space after all and can’t be bothered to kick you off the bed.

So, you kick yourself off instead.

“What are you doing?” The phrase now comes from Zoro as you throw the covers off and grab your pillow, kneeling on the ground beside him. His eyes open and his brow furrows.

“Take the bed. I feel guilty.”

“I don’t want the bed.”

“Everybody wants the bed.” You lie down on the carpet and cross your arms over your chest, stubborn. “I’ve already slept in it. Now it’s your turn.”

“You’re an idiot,” Zoro says.

Neither of you budge.

The next morning, you decide that the first morning was in fact not a fluke, as you awake with your face smushed against his chest and the smell of steel in your nose once again. He’s not on top of you, at least, but the way he clutches you while you’re lying on your side, one ankle hooked over yours, is somehow ten times more mortifying. You wake him up in the midst of untangling yourself and pretend like nothing happened.

Who’s the idiot now? (The answer is both of you. Both of you are idiots.)

—

The third night, you and Zoro flop onto the hard mattress with twin groans, heads spinning and feeling overall miserable.

“That was the shittiest booze I’ve ever had,” Zoro slurs next to you, face down in his pillow.

“But you got a lead, right?” you mumble.

“Yeah …”

You had been there in the bar when he’d gotten that lead, but you can’t remember what it was for the life of you. Another inn? Another bar? Ugh, you’re never drinking there again.

“I’m cold.”

There are blankets on the bed. Unfortunately, getting underneath them would require a lot of moving, and you are physically incapable of exerting yourself that much right now.

You shiver and turn onto your side to curl up. You’ll fall asleep at some point, anyway.

Zoro murmurs your name.

“Hm,” you groan, eyes screwed shut.

He doesn’t say anything in reply. But you hear the mattress squeak, the bedsheets rustle as he shifts closer, and your breath catches when the small distance between you closes. He does not wrap his arms around you, no, but your knees touch, and the heat from his skin melds into yours. You hear his breathing slow to a crawl.

Through your drunken haze breaks through a sudden need to draw him into you, to tuck your face into his neck and keep it there forever. You want – you want. But you’re exhausted, and your head aches, so you find yourself slipping into a deep slumber instead.

He’s already gone when you wake up.

—

A suspiciously lumpy gunnysack in the corner of the room catches your eye once you enter, hand over your mouth to stifle a yawn.

“What’s in the bag?”

“Eight million beri,” Zoro says from his seat on the bed. Cleaning supplies for his swords are strewn around him, and he sheathes the Wado Ichimonji as you close the door. “I ran into another bounty on the way back.”

“Eight mill –” You clear your throat. “Wow. That was pretty lucky.” Eight million beri. Sometimes you wonder if you’ll ever get used to how much bounty hunters can make. (God, that would’ve been more than enough to pay for the room.) “We’re heading out to a marine base tomorrow morning, then?”

“That’s the plan.”

He puts away his supplies, setting them and his swords against the wall near his pillow before standing up to pull down the sheets on his side. You turn off the bedside lamp and do the same, crawling in with a sigh.

The two of you simply lie side-by-side until you decide to break the silence with your big mouth again.

“Am I a burden to you?” you ask.

“No.” The plainness of Zoro’s tone is a small comfort, you suppose. “Why are you asking?”

“Well …” You already regret bringing this topic up as you trail off, biting your bottom lip. “I feel like I haven’t really done much. I mean, I help with navigating and searching crowds and stuff, and I’ve been getting better at fighting, but I can’t help you, you know?” You fiddle with your fingers. “You don’t actually need me.”

There’s a gap between you and Zoro that you’ll likely never be able to close. You had always known that, and so had Zoro; in fact, he had told you at the start that going with him was a bad idea, given your inexperience in bounty hunting and traveling in general. And although you’d like to think that your ability to read a map and fix things convinced him of your usefulness, there are times when you think Zoro regrets bringing you along. Like now.

Zoro grunts, turning to lay on his back. His shoulder nearly lands on your hands, and you draw them to yourself as you wait for his answer.

It is brief and straightforward.

“I’m not forcing you to go with me,” he says. “And if you were a burden, I would’ve told you a long time ago.”

“Oh.”

It is brief and straightforward, and yet, there’s a strange lump in your throat. You swallow it and nod, even though he cannot see you do so.

Nothing more is said. However, as the night goes on, you reach out, and you find him, and Zoro finds you, and the space between your arms fills up with warmth and an unspoken promise. And you sleep very well.

[dailyfrankly]

Hello!! :-) since we've hit ten days now i wanted to thank everyone for the kind words theyve left to this blog! i didn't expect this many people to actively pay attention to this and im super grateful for every ask and comment <3 hope you stick around to see me draw more of this freak and put him in situations and such. love!

(if you'd like to see my other non-frank art, my regular art blog is @starslasher)

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “I don’t want to be just friends with benefits anymore” prompts

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “Hello!! I’ve been a huge fan of your prompts for a hot minute, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to make a list of “ending (or attempting to end) a friends with benefits situation with the person you’re in love with” prompts. I’d love to see what you do with it if you get to this 👀 Thank you!!!”

“I don’t wanna sleep around with you anymore. I’m tired of being just a body for you to fuck.”

“We’re practically a couple anyway so why can’t we just like… Upgrade to that instead of staying as fuckbuddies?” 

“I’m trying to get out of the fuckzone here.”

“What’s stopping us from becoming more than this?”

“This isn’t what I had in mind,” Character A says, sighing as Character B nips lightly at their neck. “I wanted to talk about us, damn it.”

“I wasn’t going to get on my knees for you tonight.” “…Well, look at where we are.”

“How did me wanting to have a conversation about us end up with me naked in your bed?”

“The more I fuck around with you, the more my feelings for you are getting worse. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“I’m not here just for the sex. At least not anymore.” 

“I’m emotionally attracted to you, as much as I am physically attracted to you. This is to say I don’t only love to fuck you, but I’m… I think I’m in love with you. And, fuck, I never said anything because I knew you’d give me that look.” 

[redd956]

I saw 'prompts for whumpee being scared of caretaker' and read it the other ya round but now I'm obsessed with the idea; prompts for caretaker who's scared of their whumpee?

Oooooooooo, equally as interesting, arguably maybe even more

Whump Prompt List: Fearful Caretaker

"Whumpee? Is that you?" Caretaker shined the flashlight on everything that dared to move. Finally they located their target, jumping aback at the monstrous form that meekly ushered themselves out of the darkness. Then it clicked, that facial structure, that hair...

"Please caretaker, please- I need your help." The wounded whumpee pleaded, growing more dejected with every word they spoke, knowing that they were revealing their fangs uncontrollably. Despite caretaker's shaking, they neared closer through slow cautious steps.

"I know it hurts whumpee" Caretaker circled them, watching a feral gaze reflect through a deadened glance, their friend laboring up a panicked angry breath. Caretaker tried again, "I'm not going to hurt you."

They stared at the unconscious living weapon in their medical bed. In all honesty caretaker had hoped they would appear peaceful in sleep, but a unhappy face remained on them. Caretaker turned around to sort put back all the medical equipment. Right as their peripheral left whumpee out of view, they leapt up from the bed, and launched onto caretaker.

Caretaker analyzed the living weapon cautiously, the whumpee thrashing underneath the tight restraints. They cursed and threatened, pulling and attempting to free their wrists especially. Caretaker could only rely on the promised durability of these restraints.

"I don't know what you are..." Caretaker lowered the aim of their gun though, "But you're hurt..."

Hero scrambled to get up from the kitchen floor, letting out a startled sense of the word no. Villain finished clambering through their window. Like a sack of potatoes they fell to the floor. Half-collapsed where they landed, Villain let out a struggled, "Help... me..."

[human-otp-prompt-generator]

If you're comfortable with it how about some high school romance starters?

Coming right up!

High School Romance Prompts

A is a shy jock/sporty person, B is a cocky nerd.

A is the class clown, B is a wallflower.

They pass love letters in class.

They're forced to play Seven Minutes in Heaven during a party.

^ except it turns out the game was rigged by their friends to get them together.

4 but maybe they're already together and make full use of the seven minutes to kiss and make out.

They're academic rivals.

They're from rival sports teams.

They're bandmates.

^ but A writes and sings a song for B to express their feelings.

They're co-stars in the school play who have to do a kiss scene. They meet up to practice.

^ except their practice kiss is both of their first kiss.

8 and/or 9 but it's a musical and A is scared of singing, so B helps make them feel less nervous.

They were childhood best friends who drifted apart but begin to get closer and develop feelings for each other when they have some of the same classes in high school.

They hold hands in the hallways.

A helps B with their homework/tutors them.

^ except their tutoring session goes sideways because they end up kissing each other for most of the time.

A brings food from home for B during recess.

A has a diary and gushes about B in it. Another student, C, gets ahold of it and shows it to B, assuming they'll make fun of A. It turns out B likes A back.

A zones out in class and stares at B, who is oblivious.

^ except B stares back at A.

They're best friends who are oblivious to their feelings for each other.

^ except all their friends know they like each other, so when they announce they're together, no one is surprised.

They go to the school dance/prom together as friends but go home as a couple.

They go to the school dance/prom separately but A's date turns out to be a jerk. B saves them.

They attend a sleepover with their friend group and end up being the last ones awake (bonus points if they share a bed).

A gets sick. B takes them to the nurse's office and calls/texts them afterwards to check up on them.

^ but B visits them to drop off the homework they missed (and perhaps some soup).

They're both shy students who spend time in the school library during recess. They like each other but neither of them has the courage to talk to the other until A decides to take the leap.

A sneaks into B's house to hang out because B's parents don't know/disapprove of their relationship.

A gets bullied. B stands up for them.

^ but A stands up for themself and B provides moral support.

They're strangers who strike up a conversation while in line at the cafeteria.

They like each other but don't know how to act on their feelings until A leaves their number in B's yearbook.

A is extremely popular and practically the whole school has eyes for them, but they only like B.

They play Truth or Dare (either just the two of them or in a group).

A picks B up for a date and meets B's parents, who disapprove of their relationship. A sticks up for them.

^ except B's parents love A.

A and B are mutual friends with C but don't know each other well. A asks C how to impress B.

A has a rough home life. B does whatever they can to make them comfortable in school.

A brings a cake to school to celebrate B's birthday.

A and B are both wallflowers at a party.

A hosts a party and invites B, who feels overwhelmed. A calms them down in private.

[writing-for-whoever-listens]

Writing prompt

Person A: "You've changed"

Person B: "People are supposed to"

Person A: "Yeah, but not for the worse."

"You changed." Prompts:

"You've changed." "People are supposed to." "Yeah, but not for the worse."

"You changed." "I had to."

"You seriously thought we would be the same after so many years? People change."

"Why do things have to be different now? Everything was perfect."

"Just stay the same." "You know I can't promise that." "Please."

"What happened to you?" "Nothing you didn't know about before. I decided it was time for a change."

"Don't do this. This isn't like you." "It is now."

"You... you changed. You aren't the person I fell in love with." "As if you're the same."

"You don't need to change anything. You're perfect how you are." "If I don't do something drastic, we aren't going to survive."

"Why are you doing this? Don't you care?" "I do. Just not the way I used to."

Bonus:

"You changed?" "Yeah." "That's the third outfit in two hours??"

[alvivaarts]

Writing Tips For You (as if I don’t currently have insane writer’s block)

-Can’t start a scene? Write the setting instead. What is the lighting like? Is this place comfortable? Is it familiar or not? What should you point out now so it doesn’t suddenly appear when it becomes important for the characters? SET! YOUR! STAGE!

-Everyone says “show, don’t tell”. I like to think of that as “what are your character’s physical reactions? What are they feeling?” You can say “Character looked dismayed”, or you can say “Character grimaced with dismay.” See the difference?

-Struggling with dialogue? Talk to yourself while you’re writing. You might be blocking yourself if you subconsciously think some dialogue feels unnatural.

-Context, context, context! This applies to everything from the small interactions to the big plots. Every force has an equal and opposite reaction, allow interactions and events to grow as such.

-Context, context, context pt 2! But worldbuilding! If your character is performing an act, how does that fit into the physical reality they already exist in? How is it possible? Can you imply (imply, not explain) that these things are commonplace or why they wouldn’t be?

-Build the action. (Stealing this from theater class like twelve years ago.) You can’t just put a character into the scene and say ‘they made a sandwhich’. What has to happen for the sandwhich to be made? Your character has to walk into the kitchen, open the cupboard, get out a plate, get out the jam and peanut butter, get out the knives, open the fridge, get out the bread, close the fridge, open the bread bag, lay down two slices of bread on the plate, close the bag, open the first jar, pick up the first knife, scoop up the jam, slather it on the bread, put the knife down, close the first jar- and so on and so forth. Every small step is necessary for you to understand, and to engage your readers. You don’t have to go into ridiculous detail like I just did, but even understanding that for yourself helps remember the ‘state’ of your scene at any given moment.

-See above, but it’s not a scene and a sandwhich. The scene is your whole story and the sandwhich is your plot. What small steps MUST happen to reach the climax? Does changing one of those small steps change the result? How?

-Emotions are best portrayed when you have experienced them or can get insight from those who have experienced them. Let yourself get emotional in a scene. Allow yourself to be empathetic and vicariously experience what your characters are.

-Reread your own work! Your writing style and characterizations can change over time, but if you feel like you’re losing them, don’t be afraid to look at where you started to ground yourself!

-Proofread your own work 2-12 hours after you finish a section! Not while you’re writing! Don’t let yourself get carried away with writing things ‘right’, just get the ideas out.

-Have a friend or volunteer proofread for you too! This can help pick out things you repeatedly say, words you might misuse, grammar and punctuation that might need correction, and phrases that are hard to digest or don’t make sense.

-Make sure you’re making an effort to use regionally/era specific words and slang both in dialogue and in your writing. There are plenty of websites and videos online that list and discuss regional and era slang worldwide. Not to mention, we can connect with people all over the world using the web just to ask! Using incorrect phrases can really break immersion and make characters feel- well, out of character! I.E. an 80s jock saying ‘dope bruh’, American characters (generally) saying ‘lift’ instead of ‘elevator’, so on and so forth.

-Research research research! Research bloodloss limits, research how laws and jobs operate in different regions and countries, research weirdly specific myths and biblical themes, research as much as you can! You can only build a richer environment to write in!

-If you actively want to implement themes, allow them to reflect the experiences of your character. Example character is an Italian American who was orphaned at 13 after his orthodox Catholic parents died, he has been in and out of foster care his whole life, and the moment he got out his military job became strict and he allowed himself to be blackmailed to protect a child in a similar position. This has plenty of fun themes and symbolisms, like sacrifice, fate, lack of control, love, losing autonomy, etc, all of which can be framed under the impactful history of his Catholic childhood. This evokes the imagery of farm animals, servitude, animal tags/dog tags, holy spaces being used for other purposes. Play with it!

-Build three base playlists! One for your overarching story, one for songs that remind you of the main character and their story arc, and one for how you feel when you’re writing/songs that weirdly remind you of your story. You can cycle through these to help get into your mood.

-Consume other media! If all you do is focus on writing, you WILL lose steam and inspiration. Don’t be afraid to watch new shows, read new books, look at more artwork, read more poems, listen to more music. You might get a flicker of inspiration for themes, motives and ideas, and you’ll continue to fill yourself instead of dumping your focus out on your writing.

-Understand how each major character thinks and instinctively reacts to things. Some characters can stay calm, but others might instinctively react to things ‘angrily’, others might try to run away. This is an easy way to figure out character flaws and impliment easy conflicts.

And last but not least:

-Take breaks! Don’t worry about forcing yourself to keep a posting schedule (unless you’re being paid. I’m not. I’m doing this shit for free and for funsies) if all you do is spend all your time worrying about your writing, you won’t be able to relax your brain. Spend time with friends, play games, go outside!

I hope this helps!

[hanasnx]

hiii, how’d you feel writing 65 + 68 with anakin ?

i think these go pretty well together :)

prompt: #65 + #68

prompt list | rules

minors dni 18+

word count: 0.9k | character(s): anakin skywalker x f!reader

warnings: established relationship, no plot rly, no y/n, calls you “girl” once, you cry but this is not a dacryphilia piece, actual smut (eating you out, sinking his dick in), kinda fluffy in his own special way, comforting you but you’re not crying bcos of sadness or pain just overwhelming orgasm.

There's something so intoxicating about a lover who mixes pain with pleasure as beautifully as Anakin can. A well-rounded experience makes for satisfaction because he runs you ragged when he's got the time. Teasing that can only be described as torturous as he meticulously traverses your entire body head-to-toe with his hands and mouth. Erogenous zones given extra special attention as he consumes all you have to offer. As if willing to imbibe your very essence without second thought to consequence. Drinking you like red wine as you release, pouring it down his throat all the while he seldom takes a breath. Your nails scrape against his scalp as you draw his head to you, every detail of his plump lips apparent against your sensitive folds.

Nothing short of overwhelming, crying out to release boiling over emotions that can't be shook out through the tremors coursing through your very nerve endings. Exploding in a quaking orgasm, you claw on him as if intent to draw blood. His wet tongue laps up the excess, dripping down to the fat of your backside, concerned over whether or not he's wasting all you were so generous to give him.

You're limp, as lymphatic as liquid, while Anakin creeps up, hovering over you leaving congratulatory kisses in his wake. Chest heaving with hot pants, you lull your head to watch him, meeting those blue eyes already patiently awaiting you. It's not dim enough to conceal the lines of his face, becoming clearer as he crawls into your atmosphere. A level of cautious restraint to his expression that betrays his desire to have you now, yet he depends on your word. Inches apart, you smell yourself on his jaw. That wave that crashed through you so intensely, now ripples, and its effects linger. It reverberates, and that tug on your heartstrings opens the floodgates. Heavy, warm tears gather at the corners of your vision, streamlining down your pout as you fully realize the lasting impact your orgasm had on you. The feeling of emptiness between your legs is replaced with a swollen head prodding in search of your entrance. Out of humiliation, you throw your arm over your twisted countenance in an an attempt to veil it from your lover, so as to not make him uncomfortable.

Instead of invading the space you've created for yourself, your arm remains where it lay, and Anakin nips at the length of it. His soft, feathery voice soothes you in a loving croon, “I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” You've done this before, he's experienced being on the receiving end many a time by it. In the past you've instructed him to pleasure you through it for it's simply a symptom of being staggered rather than pained. Not everyone is capable of it. Choking back sobs, your mouth stretches into a grimace he can't help but dip down to kiss. His sweating forehead rests along your ulna as he clumsily runs his lips along yours, grazing your teeth, collecting your spit on the crest of them.

When he retracts, a string of drool connects you, breaking as he adjusts you. Expert hands redirecting to fold your legs on either side of him, and he sinks only his glans inside. "You're too tight, angel," he whispers. Hugging him in a vice, he gently rocks his hips, refusing to introduce you to more than the tip.

Finally, you absorb his advice, and control your breathing. To be filled is an ardent desire indeed, and the sting of stretch is not welcome for your recovery. Deeply inhaling, forcing it to level until salty tears dry sticky on your skin.

"That's it, girl, that's it." he commends, "You're doing well." A large hand strokes your hair affectionately, immersing more of himself with each kind piston. "S'not so bad, is it?" His honeyed approval is a disguised method to coax you out of the shell you've retreated into. All the while he comfortably steeps his length halfway in. Your bottom lip trembles in an acutely pitiful way, to the point your lover urges you to quiet it by sucking onto it; he runs his tongue along it in order to acquaint you with slipping into your open mouth, silencing you himself as he hums in content against you. You can taste your remnants on him and you palm his rotator cuffs, momentarily quivering around his member entwined with your insides.

"'Want... need more," The only sentence you can muster, dangling off of your wavering voice as you mumble it pressed against his lips. There's a curl to his you recognize, pecking the corner of his mouth it exists on. You're unsure if he's ignoring you for a purpose because you cannot see his face to determine why he'd continue to rock inside you lazily. It's not enough, surely he must know that. "Please, Ani—?"

“Shh, just look at me, baby.” he coos. Tentatively, you slide your arm away from your sights, allowing your surroundings to come into focus. Yet again those patient, blue eyes await your meet. Steadfast, he's your anchor to this world, leading you back to the ground as he moves within you, and reminds you why you're here— who you're here with. To reward you for your bravery, he drives into you at his leisure until he's sheathed.

A gasp emits from you, squirming as if you could persuade him deeper. The sensation of being filled sorely missed to the point of extreme yearning. As soon as you're able to accommodate him, he thrusts into you with reckless abandon. Stuffing your center as many times as you call upon it.

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

Just regulsr jake prompts please

ookaysels, I will try my very best!! feel free to request any of these if you're intrigued <3 and, again, no guarantee that any of this is any good!

jake seresin - smut prompts

"Fuck you." "What do you think I'm tryna do here, sweetheart?"

"More." "Try again, baby." "More, please."

"Ask nicely."

"I hate you." "You love me."

"Smooth talker." "My mouth's good for more than just talking, darling."

"I'll make you feel so good."

"What did you say?" "Lieutenant."

"Prove it." "Prove it? Oh, I'll prove it, alright."

"What, baby? This is what you begged for. You wanted to cum so badly."

"Stop that right now." "Or what?"

"I'll fuck the attitude out of you if I have to."

"Fucking brat."

"Good girl, just like that, just a little more."

"Jake Seresin, you pervert." "Only for you, darling."

"Jake, we're in a bar." "So?"

"What are you doing?" "I'm kissing you." "What's your hand doing?"

"Let me take you home, darling." "Why home? Your truck's out front."

"The accent gets to you, doesn't it?"

"Attagirl, let go for me."

"Fuck you." "Kiss me."

"Can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?"

"Well, fuck me." "I would if you'd just get your dick out already."

"Say that again." "Jake-" "No, say that again."

"I need you." "Need me to what, darling?"

(little disclaimer tho, I'm working on something else atm, so your requests might not be posted for a while)

[eloquent-edits]

AAAAA DO YOU HAVE MORE FWB PROMPTS THAT SEVERELY TOW THE LINE OF A AND B BEING IN LOVE 😭🩷??

BOY DO I HAHA

🗡️ How can I be friends with this thing called love?

you don’t love me, let me hold you again 🗡️ friends with benefits prompts 🗡️ 18+ prompts

Character A and Character B carpool to events together and usually they take that time to rile each other up, but it’s shifting to deeper, more vulnerable conversations

A, known for hardly ever dressing up, decides to throw B for a loop and go full out for one of their sessions (B has to bite their tongue on telling A they’re beautiful)

B is an absolute sucker for head scratches and A knows this, so they take every chance they can to give that to B

A brings a slice of cake from a family event over to B’s place out of love kindness, and apparently it is B’s favorite flavor (A stows this knowledge away and brings B that cake whenever possible)

“You know, my parents commented that I seem a lot more relaxed and happy around you.” “Seems like I just have that effect on people.”

A is very careful about what’s allowed to be said in bed, but B slips up once and it hits A like a TRUCK oh my gods they want to hear that again and again and again

A takes B out to a park at midnight to spar and they end up sprawled in the grass, laughing and holding each other close while watching the stars above

B sheepishly admits that they sometimes want to save A’s pictures—but not the spicy or sexy ones, just the everyday casual ones!

B pops into the background of A’s call ONCE and later, Character C asks if that’s A’s new partner (this is legitimately what happened to me LMAO)

Both are accident-prone, so a lot of time is spent tending to wounds and ensuring the other person is not in pain

A originally had a boundary of not kissing B goodnight for their emotional sanity, but they accidentally did it once and keep meaning to stop but they dON’T

“Your kisses are so sweet,” B murmurs as A’s lips trace and press against their skin.

Character C, one of B’s best friends, hangs out with A and B twice and comments that they are cute together

^ Both blush and A pulls slightly away from B while B jokes about how terrible it is to have A around with a big grin on their face

^^ As B makes some new friends, C mentions how A is exactly what B’s been looking for over the years

Historically, A didn’t want to sleep over at a FWB’s place to keep feelings from developing, but it’s so easy for them to fall asleep next to B

^ The first time this happened, A and B woke up well-rested and tangled up in each other (which is a miracle because both of them have problems with sleep)

During the Christmas season, A’s family puts up mistletoe over the main entryway. While no one is looking, A hesitantly, carefully pulls B into a kiss under it.

A and B gravitate towards each other even across a big room full of other people, somehow knowing when the other’s gaze is on them

A has a photo collection on their fridge of their favorite moments and over time more and more photos of B are put up

“Oh how were things going with C? You seemed interested in them.” “Eh, they’re cool but we didn’t really click. The banter wasn’t as… good, y’know?” “Damn! Well, if they can’t banter then they’re not the right person for you.”

B doesn’t listen to many song recommendations from friends but goes out of their way to listen to what A suggests (“That was the worst song I’ve ever listened to, that was SO CURSED.”)

After A and B finish belting a song together, A admits that singing songs together is sort of like a love language for them

While weaving through a crowd, A takes B’s hand to keep them close (and totally doesn’t forget to let go until much, much later)

B pulls away as A tries to kiss them deeper, more passionately. Thumb caressing their cheek, B whispers, “I want to take this slow. I… want to remember this moment.”

[betrayedbycinnamon]

Ok ok ok there are so many good ones for Winterhawk here! I shall restrain myself.

40. Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really crack a smile for me?

alternate, 8. Wanna bet?

Were these supposed to be drabbles?  LOL. 

Bucky glared at the coffee pot, willing to to drip faster. He hadn’t been able to sleep the previous two nights, between Rogers’ snores and his own nightmares and he even he was self aware enough to realize he was well past grumpy in his sleep-deprivation.  He didn’t need much sleep, but he did need some.

He was just hoping some caffeine could get him through the early morning meeting, and after that he had every intention of taking a nap.

“Not sure even you can intimidate that pot into working faster,” Clint said from his elbow. He managed to suppress his startle reflex, goddamn spies, and turned his glare onto Clint.

Clint, who was only wearing a low slung pair of basketball shorts. Bucky could see way too much of the man from his broad shoulders to his bare toes, which was a problem because he wanted to lick all of that golden skin with its scattering of freckles and faint line of hair disappearing under the waistband.  Hell, even his knobbly knees were a problem for Bucky, which was how he knew he was in deep.  

Clint raised his hands in front of him, biceps bulging with the movement, in a placating maneuver. “Glaring at me isn’t gonna make it go faster neither.”

“Maybe I’m glaring at you to make sure you don’t try and take any of it till after I get my fill.”  It was a boldface lie.  Bucky always glared at Clint, it was the only thing he could think to do to keep any other incriminating expressions off his face. He was terrified someone was gong to catch onto his stupid little crush. Steve used to sniff out Bucky’s feelings for someone like nobody’s business, but so far his nose had been too busy chasing after Sam.

“Sure, okay. You get first dibs.”

“I get the first pot,” Bucky corrected.

“Aw, no, what?” Clint whined, and Bucky felt the urge to kiss the pout off of his face.  Instead he redirected his glare back to the now half-full coffee pot. 

“It’s lucky you’re cute,” Clint muttered to himself. Probably Bucky wasn’t meant to hear it, but he did and his lips twitched upward as warmth surged through him before he got control of his face.

But it was Hawkeye watching him glare at kitchen gadgets and Hawkeye hadn’t earned the moniker for nothing.

“Was that … holy shit. Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really crack a smile for me?”

“Oh, fuck off,” Bucky said, trying to sound exasperated, but he could feel his ears heating up and knew there was no way Clint would miss the blush.

“Oh, wow. No. You did, you absolutely did. I don’t think you’ve smiled once since you got here and you just smiled for—”

He cut himself off and backed up rapidly, only stopping when his bare back hit the opposite counter, when Bucky whirled to glare directly at him. Bucky stalked forward, menace and threat clear in his movements, until he was right in Clint’s space, finger jabbing hard in his sternum.

“The Winter Soldier doesn’t smile,” he snarled. And then his body registered how much bare skin was pressed against him; he could feel Clint’s body heat through his own thin sleep clothes. It suddenly wasn’t just the tips of his ears burning. 

“Maybe not, but I think Bucky Barnes might.  I think Bucky Barnes might blush too,” Clint crooned, leaning in.  “I think Bucky Barnes might—”

This time Bucky cut him off with a kiss. 

[sleepyssnail]

Consider: Reverse transmigration but with MQF along with Bingqiu.

Welcome to modern medicine MQF!!!

Oh I LIKE THIS!!!

MQF: [fascinated by the MRI machine] LBH: Shizun what is- SQQ: [shoveling down popcorn] SQQ: It's like watching a puppy with a new toy.

[a-power-outlet]

was asked one of the questions from the fallout oc prompt list in a discord, and it prompted a whole new line of thought in me-

the question was: what do they think about religion, and do they follow any?

now, at first, i was like. elodie would think religion is silly. why would there be some deity in the sky that controls everything, if he let the world turn to this? there's no way this was a god's doing, there's too much death and chaos. if there was a god that allowed this, elodie reckoned, she didn't want to give them any attention. they didn't deserve it.

and then i thought a bit deeper, and realized that the people of vaults 32 and 33 treat vault boy as their god. and so, by extension, vault-tec itself is their god.

oo did i hook you to hit read more. sorry. i wanted to dramatically lead to this.

anyways! so! we do have the basics of vault-tec religion shown in the show. for one, we have the literal priest in vault-tec inspired vestiments. bro is literally in a vault-tec stole. he doesn't have the full priest drip, but in the interest of one dweller not being too different from the others, he's still got a stole. for two, we have the multiple times lucy looks to vault-boy for guidance, in a way that reminds me of people looking to their god for guidance.

now, from here, a lot of it is my headcanon/interpretation. as someone who was raised roman catholic, a lot of that slips in. and a lot of this is also how my oc experiences it, since that's how i frame a lot of stuff. so. yes. sorry about the elodie.

elodie herself is fairly entrenched in this whole vault-boy worship. i'd imagine it's taught from a young age, something that's instilled in them via random quips from older dwellers. make sure you follow the rules, vault boy is always watching. he knows what's best, y'know!

then it seeps into their sex-ed, entwined with the beliefs of the vault itself. don't have a kid outside of marriage, that'll ruin reclamation day. ah, yes, reclamation day, don't you want your children and the other dwellers to be happy? make sure you marry someone nice, and have kids for us, okay? definitely not subliminally pushing the message of "you have one person you can marry" either, given the whole breeding experiment thing in 33. sorry that's just the best way to call it. the 33 dwellers are being selectively bred.

in the same vein, i think they'd also push the 'don't be gay' part. because like, how would that reach the goal of reclamation day? that does not support the next generation. if you must, do it in private and keep it secret.

i think the religious aspect also bolsters the meritocracy. meritocracies often conflict with religion, at least in the traditional sense. but to me they play very hand-in-hand. you get to heaven by doing good deeds.

to me, meritocracy is already 100% in this religious codex. do the best you can for others around you! be a good citizen! or else you'll be judged just a little bit, we'll treat you as a black sheep because you dared push a little too hard on the boundaries. we see it with norm. even though he's liked, he's clearly not fitting in. he doesn't seem to be in consideration for the repopulation of the surface, unlike his sister.

essentially, you get to play a role in reclamation day by doing good deeds. you follow a set of rules, you do them well, and you're rewarded. vault-tec thanks you. you saved humanity by doing everything we said, just right.

i think that vault boy is held up as this pseudo-religious figure, and the main 'icon' of the whole thing. the vault-tec logo works perfectly as a cross. it adorns the vault door. it protects them from everything, the rads, the outside world. the gear is similar. but no, vault-boy has a face, and that provides an emotional power. no one will literally call him god, but they'll say things like "vault-tec gave us this home." and no one is chanting prayers to vault-tec, nor are they actively realizing this is a god-and-follower-like relationship. in a way, though, it'd shift the blame from leadership, and onto this ruleset that vault-tec set.

because, like, if you really think about it... what is a priest if not a middle manager?

wish that was the ending. it sounds kinda sick. anyways, to end it off, i really don't see it as an actual religion. its more cult-like reverence instead, and a way that elodie interprets the rules and carries them out. she must do her tasks, for reclamation day. for vault-tec. just like how people did the crusades, for god.

it makes sense, then, for elodie to cling to vault-tec on the surface. she was meant to bring the light of hope to the surface. instead, elodie carries around her vault-boy bobblehead, the science version. she won it for her excelled science grades in class, and she treats it as a sacred object. it reminds her of her potential, what she's capable of. it reminds her of home. and it reminds her that she has a purpose. she can look to the bobblehead, like lucy, and ask what to do. what would vault boy do?

if only she knew that her god caused this destruction.

[yyprompts]

do you have any prompts related to stars or the galaxy? thankss 🥹

Hello there. ❤️ I'll try to brainstorm some off the top of my head!

You're used to being told by your mother the story of your birth before bed. She always says you were born from a star and that she was chosen to take you in as a child. As of late, you just met your biological father, and are staying over at his place for the time being. You ask him to tell you the story of your birth, but he gives you a whole other explanation without anything intergalactic, and you begin to question your life.

An island made entirely of stars is discovered by the government who seek to study them with or without their consent. Write from the perspective of one of the government officials on the starry island.

You've had a pervasive delusion your entire life. You believe you're actually a star, and cannot shake that belief, even when looking at yourself in the mirror or touching yourself. It's become debilitating to the point that you cannot function. Write about yourself describing the issue to a doctor and write the medical response.

Hope those help. 🌠🌠

[hanasnx]

Hello! May I please request a smutty Han Solo x fem!Reader with prompt #11 and/or prompt #42 (I loooove daddy dom Han)?

prompt: #11 + #42

MINORS DNI 18+

prompt list | rules WC: 0.9k | CHARACTERS: han solo x f!reader WARNINGS: sexual content | implied smut | dom!han | kinks: size, daddy | arguing

"Are you serious?" the incredulous tone of HAN SOLO follows you as you march away from him. "Where do you think that little ass is goin'? We aren't done talkin', sweetheart." his condescension is unnecessary, but it conveys his exasperation. The thunder of his boots catch up to you, and a large hand reaches out, latching onto the back of your belt at your tailbone. Effortlessly, he arrests you, directing your body to a sunken doorway in this hall. The attendants of this base pass you by to perform their duties, and he points a finger in your face. "What's the attitude for, huh?" His finger turns on him, gesturing to his chest with a raise of his brows, "Did I do somethin'?"

"Typical!" you huff, throwing your arms into the air in an annoyed and defeated motion. You're tired of this, you don't want to explain things to him, you just want him to figure it out. He's supposed to be smart, isn't he? When you go to retreat, he palms your upper arm, drawing you right back where he wants you.

You regain your footing after your stumble, and he straightens, crossing his arms. "I ain't gonna chase you anymore, sister. Get it out now while you've got my ears."

When you reluctantly concede, and check each ways of the passage, you conclude you can't talk here. The door next to you gives you an idea, and with all your suspicious looking around Han gives you a questioning expression, pivoting his head to eye you from the side with a brow furrow and parted lips. You slam your hand against the door controls, sliding it open, and dragging him inside by his wrist. Once you're sealed in the safety of this small storage room, you round on him.

"You've ignored me every since we got to this stupid base, and as soon as you realize I'm mad at you— suddenly—" You gesture wildly. "you're interested! Then—"

"There's more?"

You scoff indignantly. "Yes, Han! There's more!"

He nods, cutting you off. "Oh, I get it. Okay—" It earns him a deep frown from you.

"—What? What do you get—?" you taunt, and he persists.

A shrug, a stupid pinch of his shoulder to his neck as he raises his voice to match yours, "I've been 'neglecting' you, right? That's what this is about? You're acting out like you need a good fuck!"

"Han!" you scold.

"Well, that's what you're tellin' me!" When he drops his arms and advances on you in a leisure lumber, you back up out of instinct.

"Don't you dare think you can touch me right now." you warn, but as usual Han sees right through an empty threat, your back against the shelving.

“C'mon. Be a good girl for daddy.” he condescends, "I'm giving you what you want. You'll feel better after, right? After daddy does his thing? Give it here." The annoyance is apparent in his responses. Once you're trapped against the shelving, he stoops. He towers over you, and in order to reach the space between your legs, he tips his body to the side. Defiantly, you twist your hips, jerking away from his hand. You don't like his attitude, or that he thinks he can just do whatever he wants, or how he makes fun of you, using your kink against you. "You gonna fight me for it? Sweets, we both know you can't hold out long. So jus' lemme get you off and we can put this whole thing behind us."

Something about an argument puts you over the edge with him. You've never conversed with anyone so frustrating, someone that brought this side out in you. You hate the way he solves problems, and you hate how sometimes when he solves these types of problems by getting you off that it's successful. Embarrassingly so. There's a part of you that wants to put him to work, but that won't fix everything. He has a shitty way of apologizing.

"Like I'd let you walk all over me and then act like it's all good after! Again!" you seethe through gritted teeth. You meet his gaze at eye-level with you, jutting your chin when you press your lips into a line.

"Why?" he plays dumb, but there's a knowing hint of a smile on his crooked mouth. "You're good at it."

Clearly, he'll need a different approach. With a cautious glance behind his shoulder at the door, he confirms it's not locked, which adds to his thrill. He sighs, adjusting his pants to accommodate his knees when he gets on them.

"At least let me check somethin'."

A sick sense of pride blooms in your chest at the sight of Han kneeling in front of you. He doesn't do it often, but you know where this is going. So you begrudgingly offer your hips to him.

"There, see?" he praises, thick fingers hooking in your bottoms to undo and tug them down. "Was that so hard? Let me do this right." Like a man would, he sucks on the tips of two of his fingers, cleaning them off before he wedges them between your thighs, swiping at your folds. You're slick. "That's what daddy thought. He's always right."

You shift forward, warning him wordlessly about his poor choice of words. The side of his nose scrunches charmingly in his amusement, his crooked grin spreading onto his handsome features. You denied yourself the possibility of smacking it right off. Still tentative, you won't widen your stance, and so he peels your pants further down to give you room to.

“Spread your legs for daddy, I want to see you.”

[ilovedthestars]

top five stars in the night sky, if you have faves!!

Ohhh this is such a perfect one!

Hmmm okay. There's really only so many stars in the night sky I can actually identify myself so we're going mostly with those ones

Betelgeuse. Perfect name, what more could you want. I have thought "beetle-juice" was a silly name for a star since I first heard it as a kid. Also it's in my favorite constellation (orion). Bonus points for being bright and a fun color (red) and for having the potential to go supernova and give us the light show of a lifetime

Dubhe and Merak. I'm going to cheat on this list and include more than 5 stars because some of them Go Together. These are the pointer stars in the Big Dipper! Deep historical significance, extremely bright and easy to find, useful for finding the north star for navigation or as a cool space nerd trick. Also I may or may not know their names for fanfic reasons (which shall remain secret for now)

Polaris. A classic. The center of it all. Unfortunately not actually that bright, which makes it harder to see in my light polluted backyard. Still makes it pretty high on the list for astronomical and symbolic significance tho

Arcturus and Spica. The two other stars I can name and identify in the sky from memory, by the mneumonic "arc to Arcturus and speed on to Spica." (The "arc" starts with following the handle of the big dipper.) Fond memories of being taught this on a star walk at a camp field trip in eighth grade, where i got to see Gorgeous night skies and also get so many mosquito bites

Sirius I guess? I don't have a reliable way to find it in the night sky beyond going "that one looks really bright, maybe that's it" and therefore I don't have much attachment to it. But it does get points for being the brightest star in the sky, and I'm running out of stars I'm familiar enough with to even be worth putting on this list, so it gets a spot

Now my favorite asterism is Orion's Belt and I wanted to give it a place on this list, but three stars in one spot felt like a bit much. Also I can't name the individual stars, I know and care about them as a unit. So they will remain an honorary mention