#young adult prompts

[youneedsomeprompts]

20 high school prompts

requested by: @cxcareum & anon request: high school romance prompts, teen/young adult prompts

Part 1 (College prompts)

Feel free to use and reblog!

Romantic (possible meet cutes):

#1 - signing up for a club just because their crush is there

#2 - going more often to the library since they noticed that their crush is always there

#3 - putting secret notes into the other's locker

#4 - not being interested in each other until they find out they share the same unusual passion

#5 - secretly holding hands during class under the desk

#6 - being called to the headmaster for different reasons, but waiting together in front of the office and talking for the first time

#7 - being paired up for a project/presentation

#8 - drawing pictures for the other but never showing them (until the other stumbles upon them)

#9 - playing in the school orchestra together

#10 - always standing next to each other during morning assemblies

Platonic:

#11 - wearing matching outfits

#12 - trying to learn a new skill together (e.g. dance, choreography, etc.)

#13 - cracking up about inside jokes no one else understands

#14 - protecting the other when someone attacks/bullies them

#15 - sharing/switching their lunchboxes

#16 - trying to spend as much time together, even though they aren't in the same class

#17 - building each other up during recess

#18 - secretly planning graffiti to put on the school walls

#19 - having code names for everyone else

#20 - waiting for the other at the bus stop even though it's a detour from their way to school

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 261

“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…” 

“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…” 

“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-” 

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"Probably because they don't have a grave," Danny said, pulling out his vape. "Final resting places are--HEY!"

Nightwing held the pilfered vape above his head. "Where did you get this?" he asked, scandalized.

Danny jumped for it, but Nightwing was too tall! Even at 5'7 he'd have to use his powers to reach the vape; he had no chance as a 9 year old. "We're in Gotham! You're lucky I didn't get cocaine instead!"

[skylersprompts]

DC x DP Prompt *30*

If anyone would ask Bruce how he could have known, he would tell them that it is obvious. Phantom - the new part-time member of the Young Justice - who seemed to be forever young and their new engineer Danny Fenton who is in his early twenties have perfectly fitting schedules. When Fenton is working in the Watchtower, Phantom will be unavailable for the Young Justice and vice versa. Also, the pranks started after both of these figures appeared. Of course one could argue that they could just be related or somehow knew each other otherwise, but the pranks that were pulled on all of the mentors of the Young Justice were only possible with Phantom Powers. And because of the new Ghost Shield the young hero wouldn't be able to just fly into the Watchtower and had to use the Zeta-Tube, what would mean that they should be able to look at the logs. But Phantom never entered the Watchtower while the pranks were under way. And as soon as his team really needed him, Fenton would make an excuse to leave work early.

What he wouldn't tell anyone, is that he saw how Fenton had transformed himself into Phantom, shortly before the Flash got up to run for a snack, just to fall down because his ankles had been cuffed together.

And maybe he helped him from time to time, with a well timed question to distract his fellow heros. Because the motive became clear really fast. Everytime someone got pranked, that someone had done something to ignite the wrath of the younger heros.

All of that also meant two things.

First of all, as soon as Danny was at work, Batman would be extra aware of his surroundings. The pranks never worked on him, which meant he had to dodge more attempts for the rest of the day.

And secondly: He should talk to Tim, after he found out how he had put his foot in his mouth this time, since he just saw his spoon move in his coffee mug without anyone's involvement. He just let his (probably salty) coffee go cold, brooding. Maybe he should go home early today and spend some quality time with his son...

[buglaur]

she's live

now you can see what everyones height is in my head because i refuse to download height sliders. look at ass <3

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Hi!! I love this series so much, and as someone who hasn’t really drawn since they were a kid but wants to start as a hobby, do you have any advice for sort of learning to doodle on paper and get better at it? I want to start but I don’t really know how/where

The most important step in getting better at any skill is Persistence and Consistency. Practice and keep practicing! The best way to do that is to keep it fun! Picking a project helps generate ideas (e.g. drawing Pokémon, or characters from a series you like). There are also a ton of monthly prompt lists out there!

I also highly recommend scheduling in a 'drawing/practice' time in your day. For me, I started with 30-60 min before bed (bonus: its a good 'no screentime' activity), and the habit took root there.

There are a lot of 'technical' things to study but find the fun first. At a certain point you will discover you've hit a wall, and have a specific aspect/goal you want to target (colour theory, anatomy, lighting, comic layout). Then it's time to go looking for resources.

Once you have the habit and some goals, go collect some inspiration! Find people who inspire you and study their work!

Another little 'art skill builder' I recommend is the Shrimp Method! Only if you find technical challenges like this fun though (Example of one of my studies below)

[emdeerm]

Concept/prompt?

We are friends Tolerate each other.

Inspired by this post and it won't leave me alone.

So!

Unlikely Friends AU if you'd like to call it anything.

When Vlad got blasted by the prototype portal and was hospitalized, the future Fenton couple worked their asses off to cure the Ecto-acne, stayed close friends and were always in contact. This helped Vlad to not feel isolated, gave time to accept Maddie's new relationship and move on.

He discovered his ghost powers soon after his discharge from the hospital.

To say that he was freaked out was an understatement of a century. But he didn't want to trouble Maddie and Jack and made a decision to was scared to tell keep quiet. He kept the portal that cursed his life and worked on it separately. Be as it may between them, he no longer trusted a lab space with the Fentons in it.

He felt so hollow. Something was always missing. Being around Jack and Maddie made that pain worse.

That resulted in his portal working WAY sooner than that of the Fenton couple. He was even about to tell them! But...

The first ghost he ever actually encountered was the Dairy King. (Yes, Vlad is still a shady as hell billionaire here. Can't change the Core of the person) The Ghost was a little underwhelming but also extremely endearing to Vlad.

The Fentons wouldn't understand. They were both extremely intelligent but headstrong people. They would not change their ways. The permanent access to the Portal would put him and other Ghosts in danger.

So he kept quiet.

Years passed. He would often take trips to the Ghost Zone, or The Infinite Realms as the Ghost called it, and learn. About himself, his powers, their customs, their ways of thinking. He'd make friends with a few and enemies/sparing buddies with others.

A year into his Ghostly existence, he learnt what the hollowness was.

His Obsession. It wanted Kinship. It wanted people he felt safe around. He wanted family he could call his own. He wanted to be understood.

The Ghosts fullfilled it in a way he didn't know was possible. He loved, secretly, being a part of their community.

But no-one fully understood him.

His human needs would make them confused. Their more Ghostly ways were very hard to comprehend. The Ghost speak was a pain to learn.

So when, 20 years after the accident, he met the young Daniel at his doorstep and Saw him, he latches onto the young, green Halfa.

On that night, he came to him and offered mentorship. He may have been a little too pushy and scared the teen, earning the permanent moniker Fruitloop for his troubles.

But he managed to build up some trust when he did his best to help with some Ghost fights.

Vlad would dare to even say that they were becoming friends. The teen was highly entertaining to be around. It was freeing. He could joke, poke and talk to him almost about anything. Danny soon began doing the same.

The Dan incident was horrifying. It brought them closer. It also opened up a lot of teasing material for both sides. (Don't judge. That's how they cope)

Pariah Dark was released by an annoying Box Ghost by accident. They worked together to bring the Tirant down. Young Danny, with the help of his Father's suit, landed the final hit.

Danielle... was a terrifying but welcome accident. Vlad and Danny were doing some experiments on the Ectoplasm and how it effected different stages of the DNA. It was quite fun.

They didn't expect to accidentally clone a full Halfa of Danny when they were messing around.

Danny got a godsister. Vlad got to be a Father in the most unconventional but perfect way.

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Add more if you'd like! This is like, the minimum outline of anything XD

[rphelperblog]

Stalking Jack the ripper book quote rp meme

book series by Kerri Maniscalco - feel free to change or edit change pronouns for rp purposes

“Roses have both petals and thorns, my dark flower. You needn’t believe something weak because it appears delicate. Show the world your bravery.”

“I think you’ve broken one of my ribs. Was that really necessary? Next time you tackle me, be sure it’s in one of our bedchambers.”

“Everyone deserved to live freely and in honor of themselves. A basic right should not be a luxury.”

“She’s the muscle. I’m clearly the charm.”

“Curiosity was a disease that plagued me, and I'd yet to find a cure.”

“Hearts were beautifully fierce yet fragile things.”

“One fact was slowly taking shape: I was in jeopardy of admiring him against my better judgment.”

“If you can dream without limits, you can soar to great heights. Let the magic of your imagination set you free.”

“No matter how much death and horror existed, there were still things of beauty left to find.”

“You’re both so intelligent in matters involving the mind, but the heart? It’s as if beings from other galaxies are puzzling out fried potatoes.”

“Sometimes you need to stand out in order to blend in.”

“Life was beautiful even during the darkest hours.”

“Mistakes were a learning experience, not the end of the universe.”

“Monsters were supposed to be scary and ugly. They weren't supposed to hide behind friendly smiles and well-trimmed hair.”

“What is a man's soul made of that a woman's is not?”

“Diamonds were everything I hoped to be; beautiful, yet containing unimaginable strength.”

“The world is neither kind nor is it cruel. It simply exists. We have the ability to view it however we choose.”

“Our hearts are curious things. So sentimental and easily misguided. Pull the right strings or snap the correct cords, and poof!”

“Most stories are too good to be true. That's what makes them enchanting.”

“Magic is science. It’s simply a fancier term for showing people the impossible is attainable.”

“Let's play act a murder,”

“I’d like to see you carry on with a corset digging its bones into your rib cage, and manage a skirt still covering most of your breeches and whipping around your thighs in this wind.”

“Always foster and grow that unquenchable curiosity of yours."

“Perhaps you should comment on the excellent cut of my suit. I look rather handsome today as well. Don’t you think?”

“Pretend I am as capable as a man? Please, sir, do not value me so little!”

“Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power.”

“I wondered how I could appear so whole and serene on the outside when inside I was thrashing with turbulence.”

“Do not turn your back on a love that could jump the barrier between life and death.”

How exceptionally wonderful for him. I wished them both a lifetime of misery with ill-mannered children. I swallowed my annoyance down and plastered on a smile. “

“Pretending a monster wasn't there didn't make it go away. It only made one vulnerable to its attack.”

“Let’s have some wine and dance inappropriately. You’ve already dressed the part for me—let’s take advantage.”

“For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why I measure my love for you by them. An amount too boundless to count.”

“Love strangles intelligence, even in the best of us.”

“Humans were the true monsters and villains, more real than any novel or fantasy could invent.”

“Monsters were in the eye of the beholder. And no one wanted to discover their hero was the true villain of the story.”

“I refuse to believe you've misinterpreted my affections. I am wholly in love with you. And it is permanent.”

“Monsters are only as real as the stories that grant them life. And they only live for as long as we tell those tales.”

“You are yours to give.”

“I’ve already fallen hard. Perhaps you should have warned me sooner.”

Most people ignore what’s right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want

“Those who deserve respect are given it freely. If one must demand such a thing, he'll never truly command it.”

“There’s nothing better than a little danger dashed with some romance.”

“Fear is a hungry beast. The more you feed it, the more it grows.”

“I love you... More than all the stars in the universe. In this life and ever after. I love you.”

“Wield your assets like a blade. No man has invented a corset for our brains. Let them think they rule the world. It’s a queen who sits on that throne. Never forget that.”

“The dead speak to those who listen. Be quieter than even them.”

“Some ghosts should remain good and buried,”

“Seeing the truth was never easy, especially when it revealed those closest to us could be monsters hidden in plain sight.”

“People were always providing in death what they would not do in life, it seemed.”

“Someone screamed; perhaps it was me. Though it would have made me happier if it were him.”

“Death was not prejudiced by mortal things such as station or gender. It came for kings and queens and prostitutes alike, often leaving the living with regrets.”

So there will be no children or any beautiful paradise in our future. Most of the time I cannot even tolerate his presence. His arrogance is… I don’t know. Annoying.”

Your association with me is growing more beneficial by the hour. Your intelligence is quite… attractive,”

“Sit here and I’ll rock you gently until you or I or both fall asleep.”

“Why don’t you talk to me about what’s really troubling you? What emotional dilemma needs sorting out?”

No man has invented a corset for our brains. Let them think they rule the world. It’s a queen who sits on that throne. Never forget that. There’s no reason you can’t wear a simple frock to work, then don the finest gown and dance the night away. But only if it pleases you.”

“I needed no man to empower me. I had my father to thank for that much; his absence in most everyday things had prepared me well enough to stand on my own.”

“Whenever I scared him, he turned into some foreign person. One who was both frightening and frightened at once.”

“One needn’t be strong in only physical matters—a strong mind and will were fierce to behold as well. “

“Most people ignore what's right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want.”

“If you wish to go, I’ll never make you stay. I might not do and say the proper thing all the time, but I do know that I love you enough to set you free.”

“We women could be called creatures, if only the men who said such careless words accepted our claws were fearsome things when we decided to scratch.”

[bookish-karina]

💗 for the kisses ask? If you don't have a snippet for this, maybe you can share how you feel about this particular type of kisses in fictional scenes?

thank you so much for the ask!! I love these types of kisses because you can feel the emotions that are raging under the surface of the characters. the want, the need for the kiss to last forever, even if it's wrong. even when it's not supposed to feel so... right.

here's the snippet <3

💗 slow kiss / gentle kiss / inevitable kiss prompt

“That night we played truth or dare, you wanted to kiss me. I could feel it, Maeve. You liked how my lips felt on you. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong.” I don’t realize that we’ve been walking, him towards me and me backing away from him, until I back into a shelf.

“Look me in the eyes and say it. Then I might believe you.”

I force myself to look up into his baby blue eyes, “you’re wrong.” Even I know I’m lying when the words tumble out.

He smirks, “are you sure about that?”

I nod, no longer trusting my voice.

He closes the distance between us, his arms on either side of me as he leans forward. “If you want me to stop, say it.”

He hesitates for a single second, searching my eyes for I don’t know what. Then, he gently presses his lips to mine.

I gasp and he takes the chance to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue past my lips. I grasp the bookshelf behind me as tightly as I can, afraid that if I don’t they’ll find their way into his hair. He can’t know how much I’ve been wanting this. How much I’ve dreamed about this since the campfire.

As if he knows I’m holding back, he grabs my left hand and loops it up behind his head. I refuse to move my hand, though, and he growls in frustration.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against my own. “Tell me I’m not crazy. Tell me you want this as much as I do.”

“I… I can’t, Jace.” I move my hand off of his neck and flatten myself against the shelf, ignoring how desperately I want him to be touching me.

find the list of prompts here and feel free to ask away! :)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 198

Now Bruce was not expecting to reincarnate upon his death. At least he thinks he died, he’s pretty sure he did. There wasn’t any other reason for him to be a well, literal baby. Around two he thinks, which fits well with the fact that it’s around that time that babies start forming memory recall, if he, well, remembered correctly. 

But while he knew about reincarnation thanks to Shayera and Carter, he’d never exactly given it much thought towards himself. Because seriously, what were the chances of such a thing as him being given another chance? 

So he was quite surprised at his situation, experimentally opening and closing pudgy hands that looked well, just a tiny bit off. He’d never been that pale before, he thinks, even back when he never went outside like, ever. 

He turned his gaze towards the mobile above him with a sort of idle curiosity- a mixture of bats (ha) and other trinkets he wasn’t familiar with. It also caused him to get his first good look at his parent, asleep on a rocking chair right next to the crib. 

Huh. They had the same pale skin he did, albeit in the light it looked like it was slightly tinted blue, and while their hair was white they didn’t exactly look old. They looked surprisingly well rested for raising a toddler too, unless they had a nanny or something similar… He rolled over, managing to very shakily push himself to his feet with the help of the crib. 

Why was standing so hard as a toddler? And why did he have his memories of everything except how he had died anyway? 

His head whipped up from where they were staring at his feet when he heard a snort, finding his parent awake and standing. Somehow silently enough that he hadn’t noticed- or he was that easily distracted by the unfamiliar giddiness bursting in his chest. 

“Morning little bat,” his parent easily picked him up and held him while he inwardly sighed at the nickname. Of course his bat motif would follow him into this life. A low rumbling almost caused him to jump, his body relaxing before he could fully register the sound. The… purring? 

Oh. 

He wasn’t human this time around. 

[snowpetaly]

September arrived 🍂🥧

Feel free to use 🧡 credits are welcome!

prompt idea: young adult, falling in love, slow burn, collage & high school student, coffe at the afternoon, fall time, strangers to friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, light angst with bitter fluff

[savage-rhi]

HEY.

Read the tags and leave a comment or DM if interested in helping! Thank you 💙

[authormikamathews]

Sally Jackson is not a good mother

I love Percy Jackson, it is a paradise for those that like YA and Myth retellings. I adore it all... but Sally is not a good person, or at least not a good mother.

Here is why...

She had Percy, knowing he would suffer by the Gods/monsters, so much so she named him Percy hoping he would get good luck from the name.

She got with Gabe instead of sending him to Camp, knowing he would be abused by Gabe or at least watch her be abused. Emotional and Physical abuse is always terrible.

She lied to him about his birthright for more than a decade, and did nothing to prepare him... at all. She left him weak, and ignorant.

She never forced him to train after she was saved, leaving him unprepared. He was thirteen, he needed direction and more often than not he was more worried about her crying than her forcing him to do better.

She lied to him constantly, hiding facts especially in the First and Second Book.

I could go on, but gods was she irritating. I would never have bothered to save her if she was my mom...

But that is just me...

Also, side note, why are all parents in secret world ya novels so crappy? But no one ever addresses it? Just a thought.

[bruttal-scars]

I've always wondered, what it feels like, to have a person in your life, who lays beside you, on the other side of the bed, listening to your thoughts, silently every night.

~brutal scars

[onekisstotakewithme]

14. “Do you want my fingers?” (beeeeejpeg!)

14. “Do you want my fingers?” (beeeeejpeg!)

oh. oh unquestionably. perfect prompt. no notes. 🔥

Peg loves the way BJ gets when they tumble into bed - his face pink, his hands tender - as though he's still shy with her.

Peg, on the other hand, wants.

She's wanted him for so long, and now he's hers.

And the way he blushes and stammers when she unbuttons her dress is certainly flattering, if the bulge in his boxers, the hardness against her thigh when she straddles his lap, is any indication.

It's Peg's turn to redden when he gently cups her through the fabric of her panties, burying her face in BJ's shoulder, overwhelmed with desire and more than a little embarrassment.

She still isn't used to him touching her like this.

"Peggy?" he breathes, as Peg kisses his bare shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Do you... I mean..."

"What's on your mind, darling?"

"I want..."

Well.

A dangerous, wonderful sentence in itself.

She pulls away, studying the look on his face, a blotchy blush creeping down his chest. "What do you want?"

"You."

Still feeling the press of his erection against her, she smiles. Laughs, really. "Imagine my surprise."

If possible, the colour high on BJ's cheeks deepens. "You're a menace."

She arches her back slightly, brushing against him in a way that makes him groan.

"I try."

BJ wrestles with some decision, before hooking his thumb under her panties. "Take these off?"

She nods, a little breathless, standing back up as BJ leans back on his elbows, his eyes dark as he watches her, his eyes fixed on her waistline, right where the soft trail of curls disappears into the waist of her panties.

She hooks her thumb under her panties, humming a silly big band striptease, before letting them fall.

BJ swallows hard, still leaning on the bed, his lips parting slightly as he stares at her.

"You look... stunned," she says, amused, resisting the instinctive urge to cover herself back up. "Like you've been hit in the back of the head with a two-by-four.”

"I'm stunned, alright. Bewitched, bewildered, and... whatever that other thing is."

Peg laughs, stepping forward again and sitting down in his lap. "And you call me a menace."

BJ gently cups the back of her head with his hand, cradling her skull he tugs her into a kiss, his other hand resting on her hip.

His fingers tighten against her involuntarily as she presses down against him, something almost like a moan rising in his throat.

"A menace," he breathes, when she pulls away again, though his fingers move down, tracing over her hip, and along the crease of her thigh, before coming to rest just short of where she wants him.

"Well don't stop there, darling, I hate a man who won't finish what he started."

"Do you want... do you want my fingers?" he blurts out suddenly. "Or just-."

Peg blinks, before turning away, her own facing heating up - but not from arousal, simply embarrassment. "I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I've never really enjoyed it," she admits. "It doesn't... it doesn't feel very good."

"You've done it before?" he asks, his eyebrows raising just a fraction.

"It doesn't feel good when... when I do it," she admits, her eyes dropping.

"Oh."

She shrugs, a little helplessly. "But what the hell? I'm game to try."

"Not if it hurts you."

"It doesn't hurt, I've just..." Peg groans, her head falling forward against BJ's shoulder, feeling the heat of his skin and the fine hairs of his body rising against her forehead. "I'm not good at it. I wasn't good at it."

"... Why not? You do the... the other kind well enough."

Peg nearly laughs, a dirty image flashing through her mind - the night they got engaged, BJ's hand wrapped around his cock, his stare piercing as he watches her touch herself, the two of them unable to bear the wait - as she gets his meaning. "It's just... never clicked for me."

He nods, slowly.

"I always just... assumed it was something wrong with me," she admits, her voice small.

BJ laughs, kissing the top of her forehead, and it's not a mean laugh, just one of understanding.

"Can I help?" is all he says.

"You want to? Really?"

"If it bothers you, I... I want to help."

"A good point. If I can't even manage those, I'm up a fucking creek when it comes to... that."

BJ's eyebrows shoot up again, his eyes full of warm amusement as he strokes the soft skin of Peggy's thigh, making her shiver.

"I want to help."

Peg nods, a little unsure, as BJ reaches between them, leaning in to kiss her at the same time.

But to her surprise, he doesn't immediately start trying to press inside.

Instead she feels the gentle pressure on her clit, tensing against him as his hand stills.

"Peg?"

"Please," she says, and it's all she can manage. "Please, BJ."

He nods, slowly, his thumb circling her clit as she slowly relaxes, drawing her into another kiss, distracting her from the heat of pleasure pooling between her legs.

It's odd, but in a good way, to have someone else touch her like this.

BJ pulls away from her mouth, trailing kisses along her jawline and down her neck, continung to touch her as he does, a gentle but steady pressure that has her aching for more.

BJ presses a kiss to the top of her breast, before his head darts lower, his tongue circling her nipple, matching the rhythm of his fingers against her clit.

Peg exhales shakily, running her fingers through BJ's hair, lost in the twin sensations of his mouth hot and wet on her nipple and the slow steady pressure of his fingers, leaving her slick and wanting.

"BJ please, please-."

She arches into his touch, closing her eyes as she's overwhelmed by the sheer sensuality of what he's doing.

Feeling his tongue flick over the sensitive skin around her nipple, she wonders what it would be like to have his mouth on her clit instead - a thought that makes her moan out loud.

BJ stops, his breath hot on her skin, clearly surprised by how vocal she is.

Peg flushes hot, but grips his hair tightly. "Don't stop."

She means for it to be a simple plea, but it comes out as an order.

BJ laughs against her, the vibrations travelling over her skin, making her whimper, before his hand resumes the slow steady pressure.

Only now, now that she's slick and wanting, his mouth still on her nipple, do his fingers drift lower, gliding along slick folds, before stopping.

So close to where she wants him, but she tenses anyway, nervous.

Oh please, she thinks weakly. Please let it work this time.

"BJ, please."

He nods, gently exploring with his fingers, before ever so gently pressing into her.

Peg whimpers at the sensation, but for a second she feels disappointed.

After all, nothing has changed - it's easier, but it still isn't anything but odd to her.

And then BJ pushes his finger in further, his thumb coming up to rest on her clit, and that, combined with the hot wet sensation of his mouth on her breast, does feel good.

"Oh fuck, BJ, fuck-."

He goes back to what he was doing, cupping her like an orange, thumb on her clit, mouth on her breast, one finger inside her, and she feels herself relaxing more, getting used to the overwhelming sensations.

And if she's disappointed, it's soon replaced by desire, swept away by the all-consuming need to come.

She can feel the pressure building at the base of her spine, when BJ slides in a little further, his wrist likely aching at the odd angle, and crooks his finger slightly.

Peg moans, audibly, stifling the sound in her hand, arousal sparking along her nerve endings like a live wire, because that, that is different.

The sensation recedes as BJ does it again, and then more powerfully.

But it's-

"Too much," she gasps, a little too overwhelmed now. "BJ-."

And then she falls apart, pleasure washing over her in waves, overwhelming her as her body pulses around BJ's fingers.

He keeps circling her clit, deliberately overstimulating, until she gently pushes his hand away, her head falling against his shoulder, grateful when his arms wrap around her.

"Good?" he asks, smugly.

"I'm a whole new woman."

He kisses the side of her head, sounding pleased. "Good."

[writing-to-survive]

#41

"Oh yeah, we're totally the dream team. Charater A here is being hunted down by the government. Character C is a damn pacifist. I have parents who want me dead. And we have a dog named loaf," Character B rambles. "Don't you worry though, set the fate of society in the hands of three mentally unstable teenagers and their dog."