#writing prompt request

[voxmortuus]

Hi baby. Saw the prompt list. 😎 May I have #5 ☆ { calling } them late at night to come over for Jax Teller, please?

Thank you. ♥

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It was just one of those nights, there's only so much scrolling you can do before things become repetitive, and boring in your feeds. Flipping between Tumblr, Reddit, and Facebook, things were becoming boring, and nothing was helping you fall asleep. Tapping the side of your phone, you flip through old photos, smiling now and again looking over Jax's face. Sitting up in bed, you check the time, 12:24 a.m. Sighing, you decide to give it a shot, chances are Jax was up anyway, so why not.

Scrolling down and finding his name, you hit the call button, and wait. Ringing you groan, maybe he was --

"Hey, Darlin'. You alright? What's up?" he asks, you can tell there's a smile on his face.

"Hey, Baby. I know it's kinda late, but would you mind coming over... I can't sleep... and I could use the company." you bite your lip a bit.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be over in 15." he stated.

After the brief conversation and a quick I love you and a hangup, you go unlock your door, knowing he'll lock it when he gets here.

Hearing the motorcycle approach, and the engine turn off, you feel this bubble of excitement pulse through you. It was a matter of time before you heard your front door open, close, lock, and the sound of boots headed your way.

Peeking his head in, he looks over you, and you smile, moving over you pat the empty space in your bed and gesture for him to join you. Taking the hint, he makes his way over, slipping off his vest and coat, tossing his hat on the table, and kicking off his boots and socks, he slips into bed.

"Your pants... your shirt... are in the way." you smirk.

He chuckles and standing back up he takes them off, dropping them to the floor before climbing back in under the covers. You scoot yourself closer, and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close.

"Can't sleep?" he asked you.

Nodding, your fingers move over his chest as you look up at him and smile. "Thank you for coming over."

"It's nothin' Darlin'. I've always told you I'm a call away." he kisses the top of your head.

A soft smile graces your lips as you scoot a little closer to him and let out a small satisfied smile. But you seem you can't keep your hands from wandering on him. Slipping under the blanket, you keep your gaze on him as you move over his boxers. Smiling, you bite at your lip and kiss him sweetly.

A slight chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls you closer to him, his hand roaming your figure as he moves you to lay on top of him, holding you close, his hips move upward a bit, kissing you deeply, and he slips the shirt from your body and tosses it to the floor along with his clothes.

Pressing yourself against him, your hands move up along his sides and find your way to get tangled in that love head of golden locks. The kissing gets a little heavier between you two, the touching, how you press your hips against him, feeling him harden against you. You move your hand between your legs as you grip him through his boxers. He groans against your lips as he grips your breast, pulling you closer, and kissing you deeper.

The kissing, the touching, the grunts, and the groans were enough to send you into a feral mind. Moving his boxers down, you slip him right between your lips, your hips press yourself down, pressing him deeper inside you. You both end up groaning in unison.

His grip on your hips is tight, his fingers pressing hard against your flesh, indenting as he thrusts upward just enough to finish that last little bit you wanted to slip inside you. The streetlights are the only thing illuminating the room, your shadow cast on the walls. Looking over, he watches your shadow as you brace yourself against his chest and begin to move up and down on his cock.

Holding your thighs in his hands, he watches the way you move against him, your hands pressing into his chest as he moves his own up your body, feeling your flesh under his hands was a sort of high for him. He presses a hand against your chest, between your breasts, as he slowly guides your motions as he thrusts upward.

As you are being guided with a hand on your chest, one on your hip, and his cock between your legs, your head falls back as you let out a loud, long, drawn-out moan. Your body trembles as you pick up on the sounds, the smells, the way the air tastes. Listening to him grunt and your own moans fill the air. It's all palpable. Erotic. Addicting.

The way you both work against and with each other, it sends these shockwaves through both of you, a genuine quickie, you feel yourself building, but of course, it doesn't help with his own buildup, you can tell in his tone, in how frequent his groans become, in how his breath smells. Leaning forward, you moan against his lips. And that's when he tells you to finish with him. He lifts you up, and you grip his cock as he works your bud.

Before you know it, your whole body trembles, feeling those hot ribbons of white pour against you. Whimpering and trembling against him, you begin to pant. Achieving your desired goal, he leans against the pillow but grabs something to clean you up.

There was hardly anything spoken between you two. But you lay there, holding him close, you look up at him as he stares down at you.

"You feel good." you chuckle.

"What even was that?" he chuckles.

"I think it's called a quickie. You should be used to those." you poke.

"Ohh, is that what that was? I like those... but next time... we do a longie... not a quickie," he smirks.

"I'll play with your longie." you chuckle.

"No, Darlin', we call it a cock, longie.... please no." he chuckles. "Besides, I like the way the word cock escapes your lips." he smirked.

"You like your cock between my lips Jax..." you joust.

Gasping he chuckles. "That is true... gotta say, you're a good cocksucker." he winks.

The night continued into the morning, and eventually, you had both fallen asleep. His arms wrapped around you, his face in your hair, and you clung to him like your entire life depended on it. You were glad you called him over, much needed, and the sleep was much better with him there.

[dainahlai]

I am in desperate need of writing prompts for Hazbin Hotel. Preferably any ship including Alastor because my brain is not working with Charlastor, radiodust or even radiohusk prompts. And also oneshots cause I do not have the commitment for multichapter stuff...

Staticradio, appleradio and also other Alastor ship prompts are also accepted!

[sagekjs21]

That moment when you want so desperately to write something, but no prompt seems to fit...

If anyone sees this, please throw any random prompt at me. I'll write something, post it on Archive of Our Own, and give you credit.

[pseuddamntired]

Hello beloved mutual!!!

I want to write a story, pls give ideas thank you live you be safe don't die

Hmmm I have a few ideas.

Option 1:

A bit of dialogue I have planned in the story I’m writing that seemed like a good prompt.

all characters in dialogue are assumed to be central to story

elderly character: “my, you must be quite the powerful witch!” main character: “um.” elderly character: “oh, I’m sorry dear, I’m just being silly”

or is she 🤨

Option 2:

Main character whose role is to find a hero worthy of the legendary item(weapon, article of clothing, instrument, whatever!), and must test many people’s character as part of the vetting process. They often have to change their tests because many aspiring heroes exist, and they exchange notes on how best to solve the moral riddles. They’ve run out of ideas for new tests when the hero finally arrives.

I might actually submit that one to a writing prompt blog, it seems pretty good.

Option 3:

Any story where the subtitle is “an unexpected nap”

like why was the nap so significant that it warranted being in the title??

Option 4:

much like the gods are kept alive through mortal worship, fairy tale characters are kept alive through retellings of their stories. Some of them are getting really tired of people getting the facts wrong just to make an “interesting and fresh story” so they set out to change that, or at least put an end to the un-factual retellings.

Option 5:

the last lich king had undergone about 4/5ths of the lichification rituals—the lichuals, if you will—when they were killed during a diplomatic meeting with what had been assumed was a friendly country. (Choice in cause of death is yours, actually, that’s just what was in my notes for my ttrpg campaign) The result? They’re still alive, but uh. They don’t have great motor control anymore and they’re deep in what they think they should probably consider enemy territory in order to get out. They’re weak for a long, long while. They sleep. That long, indeterminate time passes. A band of misfit warriors end up in a dungeon and, being the overly cautious sort, one of their members checks every single skeleton in the place for animation or other threats. They were not expecting to find a, frankly sickly, skeleton in need of rescuing and restoration to their throne.

This is something from a tabletop rpg game I planned. Was completely a side thing that just grew too large.

hope any of those are interesting for you! Feel free to mix and match. If they seem like they’d lend themselves to a longer story, just write the first installment!

[literaryvein-references]

When your Character...

Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight

Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love

Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns

is...

A Ballerina ⚜ A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Child ⚜ A Cheerleader

A Cowboy ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer ⚜ A Pirate ⚜ A Spy

A Wheelchair User ⚜ A Zombie ⚜ Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk

Funny ⚜ In a Coma ⚜ In a Secret Society ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy

needs...

A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison

A Coping Strategy ⚜ A Drink ⚜ A Medicinal Herb ⚜ A Mentor

Money ⚜ A Persuasion Tactic ⚜ A Quirk ⚜ To be Killed Off

To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound ⚜ To Self-Reflect

To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ To Swear

loves...

Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils

Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Herbal Remedies ⚜ Honey

Mushrooms ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Perfumes

Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Argue ⚜ To Insult ⚜ To Kiss

To Make False Claims ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga

has/experiences...

Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings

Bruises ⚜ Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness

Facial Hair ⚜ Fainting ⚜ Fevers ⚜ Food Allergies

Food Poisoning ⚜ Fractures ⚜ Frostbite ⚜ Hypothermia

Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Kidnapping ⚜ Manipulation ⚜ Mutism

Pain ⚜ Paranoia ⚜ Poisoning ⚜ More Pain & Violence

Scars ⚜ Trauma ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds

[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]

Writing Resources PDFs

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing References: Character Development

50 Questions ⚜ Backstory ⚜ Character-driven Story

Basics: How to Write a Character ⚜ A Story-Worthy Hero

Basics: Character-Building ⚜ Character Creation

Types of Characters: Key Characters ⚜ Literary Characters ⚜ Flat & Round Characters ⚜ Morally Grey ⚜ Narrators ⚜ Allegorical Characters ⚜ Archetypes ⚜ Stereotypical Characters

Worksheets: Backstory ⚜ Character ⚜ Kill your Characters ⚜ Antagonist; Villain; Fighting ⚜ Change; Adding Action; Conflict ⚜ Character Sketch & Bible ⚜ Protagonist & Antagonist ⚜ Name; Quirks; Flaws; Motivation ⚜ "Interviewing" your Characters ⚜ "Well-Rounded" Character

Personality Traits

5 Personality Traits (OCEAN) ⚜ 16 Personality Traits (16PF)

600+ Personality Traits ⚜ 170 Quirks

East vs. West Personalities ⚜ Trait Theories

Tips/Editing

Character Issues ⚜ Character Tropes for Inspiration

"Strong" Characters ⚜ Unlikable to Likable

Tips from Rick Riordan

Writing Notes

Binge ED ⚜ Hate ⚜ Love ⚜ Identifying Character Descriptions

Childhood Bilingualism ⚜ Children's Dialogue ⚜ On Children

Culture ⚜ Culture: Two Views ⚜ Culture Shock

Dangerousness ⚜ Flaws ⚜ Fantasy Creatures

Emotional Intelligence ⚜ Genius (Giftedness)

Emotions (1) (2) ⚜ Anger ⚜ Fear ⚜ Happiness ⚜ Sadness

Emotional Universals ⚜ External & Internal Journey

Goals & Motivations ⚜ Grammar Development ⚜ Habits

Facial Expressions ⚜ Jargon ⚜ Swearing & Taboo Expressions

Happy/Excited Body Language ⚜ Laughter & Humor

Health ⚜ Frameworks of Health ⚜ Memory

Mutism ⚜ Shyness ⚜ Parenting Styles ⚜ Generations

Psychological Reactions to Unfair Behavior

Rhetoric ⚜ The Rhetorical Triangle ⚜ Logical Fallacies

Thinking ⚜ Thinking Styles ⚜ Thought Distortions

Uncommon Words: Body ⚜ Emotions

Villains ⚜ Voice & Accent

More References: Plot ⚜ World-building ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[novelbear]

"maybe you'll feel it, too" -best friends to lovers prompts

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

lingering hugs and stares

"you know i'm always going to be there for you, right? always."

compliments that are borderline (sometimes just blatant) flirting but they cover it up as just being a really supportive friend

^ "you sure this looks fine?" "trust me, you look fine as hell..."

being overly protective of the other (especially when it comes to relationships)

showing displays of affection that might seem questionable to others around them (ex. kissing each other on the cheek/ hands)

hand placement when hugging or guiding them also being a little more on the questionable side

"i'm always thinking about you."

being unable to tear their eyes off of them, especially when watching them excel at something they're best at

sharing clothes

"why are you looking at me like that?"

unconsciously including them in conversation when they're not even around

"there's no one else that makes me laugh the way you do."

noticing them blushing coincidentally after making a comment. but they can't be blushing because of what they said. they wouldn't. would they? no, of course not...right?

holding hands and neither of them knowing when (or wanting to) let go

when that realization hits that they really wouldn't rather spend their time with anyone else the way they do with their "best friend"

rambling on and on and on and wait are they looking at my eyes or my lips?

"if we were dating i'd take you to all the best places.." "what's stopping you?" "excuse me."

"can i kiss you?" "you have no idea how long i've waited to hear you ask that."

the relief that washes over both of them when the feelings are finally out there

"why didn't you tell me?" "the same reason you didn't tell me. i didn't want to lose you."

[fromdove]

ㅤ DOMESTIC FLUFF ✶ PROMPTS . . .

SCENARIOS . . .

i  , sitting on the bathroom counter while their partner gently dries their hair with a towel after a shower, murmuring sleepy compliments

ii  , holding the other steady while they stand on tiptoes to reach a high cabinet, hands resting firmly at their waist

iii  , fixing their collar or hoodie drawstring before they head out

iv  , pressing their cold cheeks against the other’s warm ones and giggling when they flinch from the sudden coolness

v  , tugging the other’s oversized hoodie sleeve back into place when it starts slipping over their hand too far

vi  , pressing a kiss to their shoulder as they pass by in the kitchen, not even thinking about it, just muscle memory

vii  , slipping thick socks onto their partner’s cold feet and pressing a soft kiss to their ankle before pulling the blanket back over them

viii  , pulling the other’s hood up over their head before they leave the house together into the cold

ix  , one cooking, the other perched nearby on the counter, lazily kicking their feet and stealing ingredients from the cutting board

x  , tracing gentle shapes on the other’s back while they lie on top of them

xi  , noticing their partner’s hands are cold and immediately sandwiching them between their own without a word

xii  , brushing their partner’s eyebrows into place with their thumbs while lying face-to-face in bed, just…because

xiii  , sharing headphones in bed, both of them curled under the covers, softly humming along to the same song

xiv  , helping them zip up a dress or jacket from behind and pausing to press a kiss to the back of their neck

xv  , giving their partner's cheeks the gentlest little squish while brushing crumbs off their face after a snack

© fromdove— All rights reserved. Reposting, translation, or modification of these works is strictly prohibited, regardless of whether credit is given.

∿　 　 . `💭` ㆍ

[save-the-villainous-cat]

“Feeling lonely, hm?”

The hero didn’t burden their head with turning towards the voice. They weren’t in the mood for cruel charades.

Instead, they stared at the TV they hadn’t turned on in over a month and debated if not showing up at work would cause any huge conflicts.

Probably.

They closed their eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re ignoring me,” the villain’s voice purred. “Me.”

“You’re not real, so it’s my obligation to ignore you,” the hero said. They stared at their hands and couldn’t help but feel like their physique had changed. They didn’t seem to be as muscular as before. They didn’t seem all that healthy either.

“Not real, huh?” The villain walked towards the hero’s armchair and let themselves drop lazily. “Now that’s a bit unfair.”

“Yeah,” the hero said. They stared at the coffee table with the empty coffee mug. “Some things have been pretty unfair.”

“I thought you were supposed to ignore me.”

“R-right.” The hero looked away and once again, their heart got quite heavy. They couldn’t sleep at night, that was one of the more annoying things. Eating was also difficult, working was…unbearable. They couldn’t think straight.

And above all those hallucinations…their eyes went back to the villain who was stretching in their chair.

Usually, those hallucinations made one mistake. Or better, that part of the hero’s brain that was responsible, made a mistake. Mischaracterising the villain in such a way that the entire illusion shut down entirely.

The hero hadn’t told their doctors about their imaginary nemesis. But that was mainly because the hero would probably not be allowed to work as a superhero for a few weeks.

They clenched their fists, dug their fingernails into their own flesh.

“You look troubled,” the villain said. “Are you eating enough? You’ve lost weight.”

“I’m fine,” the hero whispered back. They looked up at the ceiling.

“You miss me.” Every single time. The hallucination said that every single time. The hero turned their gaze towards the villain’s image and stared.

“Yes, I do. So what?”

“Most people feel some sense of accomplishment after beating their enemies,” the villain said. They put one of their thighs on the other. “And two months is quite enough time to find a new enemy worth your time.”

The hero’s eyes widened.

“I don’t want someone else. And I…technically, I didn’t defeat you. I didn’t kill you, I didn’t arrest you. You just…” The hero’s throat burnt like acid and their bottom lip trembled. “…you just died.”

They swallowed the pain and leaned forward.

“Just wish I could’ve said goodbye,” they mumbled. This time, the hallucination didn’t answer. “That wasn’t fair. Our relationship didn’t deserve that end.”

“I didn’t think you’d care about the end,” the villain said.

“Isn’t the end the most important part?” the hero asked. The taste on their tongue was extremely bitter and they knew it didn’t come from the coffee they had finished an hour ago. “Either way, you are haunting me. So, I guess once again I get the worst of it all. You got the easy way out. As always.”

“Haunting you?”

“Yeah.”

“You must really like me, then,” the villain said. They chuckled sweetly, like they had whenever the hero was embarrassing themselves. For some reason, the pit in the hero’s stomach grew, that unsettling feeling spread.

The hallucination had never been cruel enough to laugh. It was such a wonderful sound that even the hero’s lips curved into a smile.

“Yeah, can you blame me? I must’ve fallen a few months ago.” Suddenly, the hallucination was quiet again.

Their eyes met and for a second, the hero swore it was the real villain in front of them. They tilted their head.

“You never mentioned that.”

“Too afraid of rejection, I suppose,” the hero answered. They shrugged. “Any rejection would have been better than this, though.”

The hallucination got up from the chair and slowly walked to the couch where the hero was sitting on.

“I would have never rejected you, you dense…” The hallucination was even capable of blushing. The hero frowned. “Whatever.”

Ultimately, the illusion grabbed them, sat down on the hero’s lap and kissed them.

It took the hero a few more seconds to realise what was really happening.

[stealingyourbones]

Werewolf AU where Jason runs into the woods behold Gotham Manor, feral and not truly himself, he stalks a the sent of a pack of white tailed deer until a glowing green light tears open the fabric of reality and out jumps a furry being similar to him that Jason’s hindbrain can only think of as a threat that needs to be eliminated.

—

Wulf doesn’t know what’s going on with this wereghostling but he’s determined to help this boy. Something in his core has made him lose his sense of self, something unknown and complicated to Wulf.

Dodging a lunge by the wereghostling filled with gnashing teeth and claws, Wulf tears open another portal that leads to the Far Frozen. Wulf will help this Werecub and train him, its been so long since Wulf had brought a ghostling under his wing, a new mentee might do him some good.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of established relationship prompts

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “heey! i love your prompts and i was wondering if you could write fluff/romantic prompts about a long lasting/established relationship” 

“So… Do you actually like me—” “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”

“You… You learned to cook my favourite meal?” 

“You always know the exact temperature I like my baths at.” 

“It’s weird that you know me better than I know myself.”

“Life would suck complete testicles if it weren’t for you.” “Oh love, I really wish you weren’t always so vulgar when expressing your affections.”

“So… I heard from the grapevine that I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” “Stupid, you hear that from me every day.” 

“Tell me how you fell in love with me.” “…I literally told you that again yesterday—” “I don’t care, I wanna hear it again. Plus, I like hearing you speak.”

Picking up little quirks from each other over the years. 

“My love, why don’t you just use the whole closet instead of three quarters of it?” 

What’s Character A’s is also Character B’s, and vice versa. Sharing isn’t caring, sharing is the norm. 

[dainahlai]

"Could it be.. The book malfunctioned?" Fyodor mused, fingers pinching a corner of the slightly tainted pages of the book, staring at the cover with an expression of thoughtfulness. He was snapped out of his mind when he heard another voice.

"I don't recommend mumbling out loud when we have an audience, Fedya.." Dazai, beside him, snatched the book from his light grip, flipping through it cheerfully and prompting the Russian to glance up at the children watching them. The green haired boy seemed to stand at the forefront of the group.

Crossover fic au, in which the BSD characters (only a few) find themselves outside the city of Yokohama, and meet a few students of UA–there is no plan for this fic, but I mainly think it will be a slice of life if possible.

NO LINK (Hasn't been posted yet, this is only the summary)

Fyozai, Sparknotes, Todobaku, Togachako.. Mainly focuses on Fyozai and Sparknotes, and will probably deal with a lot of ooc

[busyw0man]

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ hoodie ] sender pulls their oversized hoodie over receiver’s head and tugs the hood gently into place

[ cheek kiss ] sender leans in to kiss receiver’s cheek mid-laughter, just because they can

[ hand hold ] sender absentmindedly reaches for receiver’s hand while they’re walking, thumb brushing softly

[ forehead rest ] sender leans their forehead gently against receiver’s, eyes closed

[ nap pile ] sender and receiver accidentally fall asleep tangled together on the couch, limbs everywhere

[ spooning ] sender wraps around receiver protectively and mumbles half-asleep affirmations into their shoulder

[ little things ] sender braids a strand of receiver’s hair, ties their shoelaces, or tucks a blanket around them (feel free to specify the action to fit the dynamic)

[ slow sway ] music’s barely playing, but sender still pulls receiver close for a quiet, living-room dance

[ sleepy mumble ] receiver starts dozing off, and sender whispers soft things they won’t remember in the morning

[ clingy ] sender wraps their arms around receiver from behind and refuses to let go

[ kiss sandwich ] sender kisses receiver’s cheeks one after the other

[ chest pillow ] sender lays with their head on receiver’s chest, content just listening to their heartbeat

[ under blanket ] sender pulls the blanket higher and tucks receiver closer with a sleepy smile

[ you first ] sender insists receiver picks the movie or gets the last bite of dessert (feel free to specify to fit the dynamic)

[ phone photo ] sender snaps a candid photo of receiver mid-laughter and saves it like it’s a treasure

[ temple kiss ] sender presses a soft kiss to receiver’s temple as they pass by, as natural as breathing

[ hands in hair ] receiver plays with sender’s hair while they lay in their lap and hum softly

[ jacket drape ] sender silently puts their coat around receiver’s shoulders without saying a word

[ sleepy cling ] sender wakes up to find receiver curled into them, clinging like they’ll float away

[ morning light ] early sun streams in as sender watches receiver sleep, brushing hair from their face

[ surprise note ] sender tucks a little love note into receiver’s bag or book to find later

[ rain watch ] sender and receiver sit inside, curled up with warm drinks, watching the rain in quiet contentment

[ finger trace ] sender traces little shapes on receiver’s skin absentmindedly as they lay together

[ shared scarf ] sender and receiver share the same scarf and walk pressed together

[ tucked in ] sender gently tucks receiver into bed, kisses their forehead, and whispers goodnight

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ you’re my favorite place to be. ❞

❝ don’t go. just a little longer, okay? ❞

❝ you smile like that and i forget what i was saying. ❞

❝ it’s you. it’s always been you. ❞

❝ i like waking up next to you. ❞

❝ this... this feels like home. ❞

❝ you’re so easy to love, you know that? ❞

❝ you don’t have to do anything. just being here is enough. ❞

❝ stay here. fall asleep with me. ❞

❝ i made you coffee. extra sweet, just how you like it. ❞

❝ i could listen to your laugh forever. ❞

❝ i think i loved you before i even realized it. ❞

❝ i don’t care what we do, as long as it’s with you. ❞

❝ i missed you more than i know how to say. ❞

❝ you’re safe with me. always. ❞

❝ let me take care of you today, yeah? ❞

❝ i just really, really like being yours. ❞

❝ you have the kindest eyes i’ve ever seen. ❞

❝ being around you makes everything feel softer. ❞

❝ i’m not letting go first this time. ❞

❝ you make everything feel less heavy. ❞

❝ come here. let me hold you for a while. ❞

❝ i’d rather do nothing with you than something with anyone else. ❞

❝ you don’t have to be perfect for me to love you. ❞

❝ even on your worst days, you’re still my favorite person. ❞

❝ i didn’t know how much i needed this until you. ❞

❝ promise me you’ll always stay this close. ❞

❝ i feel like i can breathe when i’m with you. ❞

❝ you’re the calm in every storm. ❞

❝ there’s no one else i’d rather build a life with. ❞

❝ every day with you is my favorite. ❞

❝ you mean more to me than words could ever explain. ❞

❝ i’ll choose you in every lifetime. ❞

❝ you’re my soft place to land. ❞

❝ your laugh makes everything feel right again. ❞

[pseuddamntired]

yo if anyone wants to throw a writing prompt at me I’d love to be peer pressured into being creative like I want to be.

please don’t send nsfw prompts, I want to write about worldbuilding and magic systems and friendly/innocuous-but-definitely-inhuman creatures.

Prompts would be in the form of dialogue, random words, art, image, but please give source material if they’re not your own.

[ln4bub]

Public sex with oscar, other people getting off on it without them knowing or like them getting caught or maybe even oscar cuming in yn secretly in front of everyone, just anything voyeur with oscar please 😭

People would never ever guess the things that you and Oscar got up to behind closed doors, and even sometimes open ones. Oscar always got off on the idea of people seeing what he does to you, showing them how well he knows your body. They never question it when his driver’s room door is conveniently left unlocked whilst you celebrate his race, or when he licks his fingers after his hand comes up from below the table at dinner.

Sure they notice how affectionate he is, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you from behind. But they’ve never heard the filthy words he whispers to you about how easy it would be to lift up your little skirt and stuff you full. Or so you thought.

Lando is the first to notice, given the amount of time he spends around you both. He notices the way Oscar often has a hand on you, leaning in too often to whisper something discreetly in your ear. It was at dinner that the truth first came together. Oscar’s hand had been under the table for a while, him eating his dessert with just one hand. You however, hadn’t eaten an ounce of yours. When Lando looked over to you he noticed how flushed you were, how your eyelids fluttered and how your lips seemed more tempting you than the dessert.

His eyes trailed over you, following them down to where Oscar’s hand seemingly rested on your legs. From his vantage point he could see the way Oscar’s arm was flexing rhythmically, his hand moving ever so slightly. His eyes widened as he realised what his shy teammate was doing. He won’t lie and say the thought didn’t have him straining against his jeans slightly, especially when he spotted how calmly Oscar was watching him. Oscar winked at his teammate, a finger coming to his lips in a shh-ing motion. Lando swallowed dryly, nodding as he continued to glance all night, especially when Oscar licked his fingers clean.

Oscar had continued his public acts, often finding himself two fingers deep inside you as you struggled to stay quiet. But he loved the busy clubs, when the drivers booked a VIP booth and no one paid any attention to anything other than alcohol. After the end of his first season in Formula One he was itching to celebrate, aching to get you alone. Once Oscar realised this was unlikely to happen, he’s formed a plan. A plan that culminated in this moment, you on his lap in a club, whilst some other occupants of the grid watched on.

Lando again had been the first to notice, your cheeks flushing at Oscar’s words. “Imagine being stuffed full in this club, nobody would know how deep I am inside you baby.” He cooed in your ear, large hands sliding up and down your exposed legs. It took George and Fernando arriving with more shots for you to agree, firm in your decision that everyone else was preoccupied.

You wriggled in Oscar’s lap, finding a comfortable position that didn’t look too suspicious. You hovered over him as he slipped his member out of his jeans. He bit back a groan as you slid yourself down, your warm walls encasing him. “So fucking tight aren’t you?” He whispered in your ear, “Such a slut for me.” You whimper lightly, burying your head in his neck as you start a subtle grinding motion against him.

“That’s it, use me where anyone could see you. Do you like that idea?” Oscar coos, “That anyone here could look over and see how needy and desperate you are.” His hands squeeze your hips as he rolls you against him, groaning in your ear at the feeling if you wrapped around him. Oscar’s grateful for the booming music, grateful that no-one can hear you moaning for him. You hear Oscar chuckle lightly from your position, looking up at him in confusion. “Don’t stop sweetheart, but we have a small audience.” Oscar tells you, your heart stopping at his words.

He smirks at the way your walls clench around him before beckoning the audience member over. You hear someone sit next to the pair of you behind the table, Oscar greeting him with a nod. “Took you a while to notice this time mate.” Oscar says, your ears barely picking up the scoff of your new admirer.

“Keeping her hidden that’s why Oscar, you know I like to see her face. See what you do to her.” Lando’s voice causes a flush to overtake you, your hips grinding harder against Oscar. He groans once more, head tilting back at the feeling of you on top of him. “Oh she’s getting you good this time isn’t she?” Lando laughs, licking his lips as he watches you move.

“You have no idea,” Oscar smirks, “She’s an angel.” He tells his teammate. You whine into his neck as Oscar’s hand wraps in your hair. He tugs lightly, your face emerging from its hiding spot. “I want you to look at Lando baby, he likes your pretty little face.” Oscar mutters, stroking your cheek gently as he grinds his cock into you. Once you make eye contact with Lando your pace increases, joined now by Oscar’s thumb on your clit. Your moan of his name catches the attention of another driver, the warmth of his body emanating from behind you.

“Roped Lando into your little kink too have you?”

The American accent of Logan fills your ears, a soft smile spreading over your lips at the familiar audience member. “It’s hot isn’t it Lando? The way she’d do anything for him. You should see them behind closed doors, absolutely filthy.” Logan muses, hand resting on your hip as he helps you move over his best friend.

“You really should come watch Lando, she loves the extra pair of eyes.” Oscar tells his teammate, “You think she’s dirty now? Wait ‘til you see her on all fours with my dick in her mouth. It’s art.” You can’t help but moan at his words, squirming at the way the three men discuss you. It’s when Lando smiles at the thought of watching you both in private, nodding at Oscar’s proposal, that you tumble over the edge.

Your legs quake and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. Your walls clench around Oscar as he bites his lip, stifling the loud moan threatening to spill out. You attempt to hide your face once more but Lando holds your head still, studying your face as you cum for his teammate. Oscar grinds into you deeper, the rhythmic clenching driving him to his own orgasm. He shoots his load inside you, whimpering in sensitivity as Logan continues to move your hips.

The pair of you come down with heavy breaths and flushed cheeks, before eventually leaving the club. Trailed by Logan and Lando for a night you’ll never forget.

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