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urfriendlywriter · 22 hours
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20 "we are each other's safe place" romance prompts:
(feeling emo now that I'm officially back :') feel free to useee and tag me when yall write!!)
holding each other close in silence
yearning for just one hug after being separated for so so long... </3
"i can't seem to take neither my eyes, nor my mind off of you, [name]." :'')
noticing that bright smile of theirs after you compliment them. [my heart. omds]
them rushing into your embrace after a long day
"let me ask my partner." or,
"oh, my partner at home is waiting for me, i better get going :)"
being ur partner's mum's favorite, hehehe
^ "ma... how come they're getting head rubs from you often while i rarely do?"
sulking to get attention from them and they get cuteness aggression over you (> < my cuteness aggress. for mr. japan goes crazy guys!!)
being you comes easy with them ♡
being emotionally available to one another, and having each other and knowing you're not alone <3
when they're affirmative and expect affirmations from you <communication is the best trope>
cuddling and cozying up together, being all physical but not sexual ツ✰
them wrapping their hand around yours whenever walking together
when it's their smile, that's just enough to brighten your day :')
loving and living and actually looking forward to tomorrow with them,
^ "you make me want to be a better person."
"smile for me" or, "twirl for me" :))
searching for each other in a crowded rooms, finding each other everywhere (this is just love guys, top tier.)
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keyotosprompts · 2 days
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you're the thoughts that can't be tamed ⊹₊。ꕤ
some ways to build tension
⇴ holding person b's hand longer than usual, just because person a craves the skinship. meanwhile, the person b is practically on fire and keeps glancing at person a.
⇴ "and if you're not ready for this right now, then i can wait–" and the other person cuts them off with a kiss.
⇴ cutting people off with kisses in general. something so endearing about not being able to contain your love for someone that you have to express it asap.
⇴ that silence before a long, deep conversation between person a and person b. they're both looking around at anything but each other, when both parties want nothing more than to desperately reach out. (like they're spiraling not being able to talk to each other)
⇴ "so..." "so."
⇴ that feeling when person a knows there's someone behind them, but is too nervous to check in case it's person b. meanwhile, person b is highly anticipating person a to look back.
⇴ always (and i mean ALWAYS) managing to find each other even through the busiest of crowds. and having that moment where you two make eye contact across the room.
⇴ rubbing/scratching a body part (ex. back) and person a's hand lingers a little too low on accident. but they're freaking out and don't know what to do, so they just keep their hand where it is.
⇴ "if you wanna say something, now's your chance."
⇴ slowly watching person a walk away, even though person b wants them to stay. so, person b runs and tries to catch up with person a before they leave.
⇴ one bed trope except they can't even build the classic wall of pillows. the bed is tiny, so person a and b have to lay so close together that a can feel b's heartbeat pounding.
⇴ ^^ "are you cold?" person b asks even though they can feel their body heat radiating over person a.
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m5or · 2 days
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I love the fannon that Time calls Twi "Pup" as an affectionate, playful nickname and tease. continuing that train of thought.. I think that there is this golden opportunity when Time fully realizes that Twilight is his descendant by blood. The thought would cross his mind that possibly Twi is named after him, HIM. As of now, he is Link Sr, and I think that would be a soft spot for Time's heart. Link Sr has a Link Jr. Seeing as they use their shared name LINK for something that absolutely demands attention. Link Sr would call out "Link Jr" with the same energy as a parent saying your full name. Wind smugly "Oooh you're in trouble" I can believe that is how he told Malon that they have a descendant "Hey guess what, I am Link Sr now. Yes, we have a Jr, it's one of these boys. Guess which one it is".
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"How could you betray us?"
"You betrayed me first."
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unboundprompts · 21 hours
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prompts for blood red eyes?
Different Ways to Describe Red Eyes
-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.
Her eyes were red, like two blood moons against a dark sky.
He was livid, eyes hot like a raging fire.
Their eyes were just as red as the dress they wore.
She had eyes the color of blood, and as he watched them well with tears, he wondered if she would cry red.
He had eyes like rubies, and they sparkled in the sun.
Their eyes were the same shade as the red tomatoes in her garden. Carefully watered and cared for.
Her eyes matched the red lipstick she wore.
God, his eyes reminded them of Elmo. He was just as annoying as that muppet and probably had the same IQ.
Their eyes were like that of a black widow spider. The bright red color was a sign of the venom they possessed. A warning that they were not to be trifled with.
She had eyes like hot coals. The sign of a dying fire.
His eyes were like red fireworks, just as bright and unpredictable.
Every time she saw them she couldn't help but to think of Valentine's Day. How could she not when their eyes were the same color as roses and those heart-shaped packages of chocolate?
His eyes were like a sunset, right when the sun was dipping below the horizon and the sky was painted in a bright red.
Her eyes were a giant red stop sign. It was like the universe was telling them they shouldn't pursue her.
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Writing Prompt #2646
"I'm trying new things."
"Illegal things?"
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givethispromptatry · 2 days
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"What are they trading with?" They whispered to their guide, eyeing the bartering happening between the mechanics. "It doesn't look like gold..."
"Why would they pay for something that valuable with gold?" He scoffed. "Nah, bigwigs like that trade with the really rare shit."
"Like what?"
"Amber, pearls, bone. All of that uncommon organic stuff."
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webshood · 1 day
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Jason gets turned into a cat.
Not just any cat, but a large, lengthy fat cat. All the muscle mass on his body doesn't translate as well in a cat's body, so he's 49 inches and 40 pounds maine coon.
Robin accidentally finds him after hearing reports of a massive cat attacking anyone who came close to it and stealing food, and that's how Damian brings him back to the manor.
Damian notices that the cat is super fat and he's no animal abuser, so he decides to start a diet, so the cat can get healthier and move around more freely.
Jason has two very miserable weeks before Dick visits and he can ask for his help. The cat just disappears one day, Damian is heartbroken – it was a really beautiful and well mannered cat –, and Dick promised to keep the fact that the whole family was pampering and discussing getting Jason neutered to himself.
bonus:. Every night, Bruce would get cat!Jason out of his resting places – the library, Jason's favorite love seat in the waiting room, the kitchen counter –, and take him to his bedroom because he liked the purring sound cat!Jason made while sleeping, Jason let him because, well that's his dad.
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oneawkwardwriter · 20 hours
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spencer reid - meddle about
thats all <3
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Meddle About
pairing: Spencer Reid x Hotchner!fem!reader warnings/tags: canon divergent ages (just pretend spencer is old enough to be about a decade younger than hotch, alright? We aren't doing any age gaps here), explicit? like smut-ish, alluding to smth steamy (idfk I'm not good at shit like this, alright?), cursing, pov change after the special divider summary: Hotch's younger cousin comes to visit, only not just for him a/n: first of all, absolutely love that song. Second of all, I have to admit that my motivation was very lacking while writing this and it feels like a total flop, but here you go, hope you like it wc: 0.6k
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You were seated in the lobby of the BAU, reading a book as you waited on Aaron to pick you up.
Despite the age gap of nearly a decade between the two of you, you had managed to maintain one of those rare bonds ever since you were young. Now that you had moved to DC for work, having this connection had come in useful.
The door opens, but when you look up from your book, Derek and Spencer walk out instead.
"Oh hi, guys," You say as you stand up and walk over to them, your gaze staying on Spencer for a little longer than needed.
"Hey Y/n, it's been a while since you were here," Derek remarks as he pulls you into a hug.
"Yeah, I know," You respond, stepping out of his embrace after a few moments. "How have you guys been, aside from all the catching bad guys?"
"Oh, you know, been doing just fine," Spencer answers, his eyes not leaving yours for a second. "So, what brings you back in town?"
"Got a job not that far from here," You say, "And until I can find a place of my own, Aaron kindly offered to let me stay with him."
At that moment, Aaron walked through the door. "Ah, you're already here. Ready to go?"
As you nod, Derek quips, "You know, if you ever need to get away from your cousin, you know who can call."
"Yeah, Penelope," You quip back, flashing him a smirk before walking off with Aaron. You look back once more, shooting Spencer a glance just for him to understand, then turn back again.
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As you look back once more, Spencer can read the message in your gaze.
Meet me at midnight.
You were rarely in DC, and when you were, you were his. Spencer rarely got possessive, but ever since one faithful night a few years ago, it was safe to say he had become besotted with you.
Every time you were in town, the two of you had met up late at night, spending your time with solely each other for as long as you could. There were times where either one of you had wanted to come forward and just tell the others, but you came to the same conclusion every time:
It would only make things more difficult.
Yet when midnight rolls around, Spencer sits in his car with the headlights off, softly smiling when he sees you sneak out of the house.
"Hey-" is all you manage to get out before your words get muffled by the feeling of his lips against yours. As if by instinct, your hands move up into his hair as they softly thread through the strands.
Breaking away for air, Spencer looks at you as if you're the only thing on his mind. "Don't you ever stay away that long again," He whispers breathlessly against your lips.
"I take it you missed me then?" You respond teasingly, unable to repress a light smirk from forming on your lips.
Spencer lightly groans, pulling you in for another kiss, this time a little deeper. "You've already got me down on my knees," He says, his breath still heavy, "No need to be such a fucking tease."
As if to give you a taste of your own medicine, he pulls away and starts driving. Although he keeps his eyes on the road and doesn't exchange a word, his fingers draw slow circles on your thigh.
When he can feel you looking at him, he simply smirks. "Save it for when we get back to my house."
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thefandomthings · 2 days
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24."You have a beautiful soul."
12."I love your bedhead."
With my fav precious little babyboy Assmodeus, bro deserves all i love u's, he is precious even with bedhair muah
Beautiful
Fluff Prompts #12 & #24: "I love your bed head." "You have a beautiful soul."
Pairing: Asmo x Gn!reader
Warnings: Extreme fluff, Asmo and MC being obsessed with each other, slightly suggestive, Asmo being a beauty king/dramatic.
Notes: Your request is my command Nony, I apologize if he's ooc. I also apologize if it's rushed
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Sleeping with Asmo was a dream. He hardly moves and has the most comfortable bed you have ever slept on in your life. The silk sheets are so soft to the touch, the satin comforter was light but warm. And of course, Asmo was your personal heater and cuddle bug.
Asmo always does his nightly routine, making sure his hair is in a bonnet or curlers before he does his skincare. And of course he always has you do with him. But after late night activities with your beloved, you two completely passed out right after.
Light peaks through the curtains, casting a light glow on both of your faces, slowly waking you up. Asmo has his arm around your waist, his head tucked into the crook of your neck, you are covered in sweat and so is he.
You hold him close to you, your fingers sliding into his usually silky, soft hair but not this morning. His hair is flat and tangled, making it hard to comb through with your fingers.
Asmo lets out a huff at the sudden tug, his eyes opening softly. He tugs at your waist gently. Pink, painted finger nails digging into your bare flesh.
"Good morning my darling.." His voice is soft and full of sleep as he presses kisses to your neck and collar bone.
His lips trail up your jaw line, admiring his love bites from the night before as he does so. Once he gets to your lip he presses a long, loving kiss to them, taking the air from your lungs.
You smile up at him, eyes half lidded and full of love. Asmo can't help but admire you, his own finger card through your hair. You lean into his touch, kissing his wrist and cupping his face.
"You have such a beautiful soul, MC." He whispers. His words make your body ignite with goosebumps, cheeks painted pink. It was such an odd compliment, but it meant the world to you. You forget Asmo and his brothers can literally see your soul. So it adds a bit more extra meaning to it in a way.
"I can't see your soul like you can mine....but I know yours is just as amazing as you, even after all you've been though, Asmo." You say, forefingers moving his bangs away from his face and behind his ears.
"Oh my word, you're gonna make me cry." Asmo sniffles, using one hand to fan his face as tears prinkle at his waterline. You giggle, peppering kisses along his face and lips.
"I also love your bed head." Asmo stiffens at your words. He then wordlessly gets out of bed and b-lines for his body mirror. He lets out a loud, dramatic gasp that most likely woke the whole house up.
"Oh...my...Diavolo!!!" Your boyfriend screeches, pulling your from the bed. He grabs your naked shoulders, eyes full of tears once again.
"MC...MY HAIR!"
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ghostbsuter · 5 hours
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It's one thing when he summons phantom in his perfectly fine, cheap apartnemtn for the current situation.
It's another when phantom summons himself in his apartment.
His help is fine and dandy, but Constantine isn't above banishing the ghost from his living space.
("Are you eating my ketchup???"
"Is good."
He is so, so tempted as he watches the spirit eat his goddamn ketchup of all things.)
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Deep Water Prompt #3238
When I was young, my mother told me stories of the little people who lived in the walls. She said that they were only made up, but little did she know, the little people told me tales as well.
Submission by: Anonymous
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winterspiderpurrs · 2 days
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Okay but funny thought.
Peter would answer Tony's calls no matter what.
And one day Tony calls him and of course he is gonna answer Mr. Stark!
But then Tony hears water sounds and questions Peter on it and Peter is all
" Oh. I'm in the bath. I normally shower but sometimes you just need a good soak ya know? And for Christmas Happy got May all these bubble bath/bath bomb things and like it smells amazing and there are like legit flowers and glitter and oh lemme show you here!"
And Peter turns face time/video call on and Tony sees his face then his bare legs in the water surrounded by bubbles flowers and glitter as Peter moves his legs splashing.
Tony drops his phone.
Imma need someone to expand on this cause I love this idea.
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stargirl-in-dilfspace · 15 hours
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Comfort(ers) & Sheets - Joel Miller x Reader [Drabble]
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[moodboard for moodboards sake can easily be read as game or hbo joel <3]
warnings/themes: allusions to sex, no smut, fluff, lots of romance/love, pov swap, implied plot, it’s sweet & short that’s it.
a/n: just a quick drabble based on a thought I had at 11pm when I should’ve definitely been sleeping. thoughts loved and appreciated if you enjoy <3
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You could spend every late Sunday morning all wrapped up in the huge white comforter you’d invested in when you moved into this house from trading.
Specifically under it, with your very sleepy husband sprawled out on his side of the bed, as you lay, naked (Joel had made sure of that the night before) your stomach pressed against the mattress, your fingers tracing down his face, over his nose. His scars.
The cool summer breeze from the morning seeps in with the dim sunlight, the warmth and coolness all at once of the oversized, stuffed blanket makes you want to lie there forever.
He doesn’t stir. Not anymore. When he knows you’re there he stays still, content even in his sleep.
You slip out of bed, only a loose sheet wrapped around you, opening the back patio door and settling in a rocking chair he’d built for you. You watch the trees behind your home, in the warm sun, your body sore and relaxed all at once. You took pride in that, even if Joel didn’t believe you. He made you feel like you could just…melt, soak into the dark ground and dig your way right back out just for him again.
“Sugar…” Joel all but spoke loudly as he leaned on the doorframe, he’d been there for a few minutes now, but he wouldn’t tell you that. In his mind, when he got to watch you think, about anything, he’d been blessed by some divine grace to have you.
“Honey.” You smile, turning enough to see him.
“Still early…come back to bed?” He offers, his tone convincing, always too convincing.
“We have a day to start.” You remind him, as he leans down to take up your hand, letting you make sure the sheet that covered you was wrapped still. You’d shown him every piece of you, and every second of that he wanted more. But until he had you safe and comfortable…that piece of you only he got, stayed hidden to the world, and to him.
“The day can wait on us.” He replies simply, picking you up completely as he carries you back in, and you shut the patio door.
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Your soft breath. That’s what he listens to. It’s the same as a heartbeat to him. It means you’re alive, and still here with him, sheet left to the floor, the same with your clothes, to be found when you meet the day. His eyes watch your resting face, pensive but restful nonetheless. His right hand snakes into your hair and out, a repeated motion, his left placed over yours, on his bare chest. He’d managed it again. Managed to keep the most beautiful and most precious thing in his life in his bed, sure, with his head buried deep between your thighs, and a slow and sleepy push back into sleep.
But he likes it that way. He’d stay like this for an eternity if he could, ignorant to every sin and deformity that is the world now, mapping out every inch he could of you, instead of escape routes and patrol paths.
He wanted every piece of you, just the way you are.
His eyes are tired but the last thing he wants to do is sleep. He watches his calloused hands, destroyed by the grips of countless guns and weapons.
He should marry you again.
Even with the years that take a toll on both of you now, years that you can let show on your faces and bodies, he wants to be smooth like a whiskey on a bar with a new finish, soft like a shower, washing the dirt from your body after a long day, a relief to you the way a breath of fresh air feels after the restriction of a gas mask. Those are the things he strives, no, begs some higher power to be.
Even in his dying breath, he is yours. That’s all he knows.
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wonderful-prompts · 3 days
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Prompt #1276
“Get a muzzle on that one,” the captain of the guard said, gesturing at the prisoner with his chin.
Though all were bound and kneeling, the newly-muzzled prisoner was the one he still kept his distance from. They glared up at him as though still thinking of ways to rip his throat out.
“You didn't think I'd forget you bite, did you?"
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Writing Prompt #2645
He'd promised to take care of me. He said once I'd finished the work, that it would be just the two of us, and we could enjoy our time together.
But instead he abandoned me.
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