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novlr · 4 days

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What is a good way to start a novel? (sentence frames)

Are you a creative writer struggling to get started on your next project? Do you find yourself staring at a blank page, unsure of where to begin? Fear not! Here are some sentence frames designed to inspire your creativity and help you generate story ideas.

Get to know your main character

[Character name] was not your typical [profession/role]; in fact, they…

Despite being [adjective], [character name] had always felt…

[Character name] had a secret, one that they had kept hidden for [time period]…

As [character name] looked out the window, they couldn’t help but wonder what life would be like if…

[Character name] had always been drawn to [hobby/interest], but had never had the courage to pursue it until…

The day [character name] met [another character], everything changed…

Setting the scene

The town of [name] was known for its [unique characteristic], but beneath the surface…

In a world where [fantastical element] was commonplace, [character name] stood out because…

The [building/location] had stood abandoned for [time period], but on this particular night there was [an event]…

The [place/location] was famed for its [unique characteristic], but [character] found themselves drawn to [thing]…

Introduce conflict

[Character name] had always believed that [belief], until [event] forced them to question everything.

When [character name] discovered [secret/revelation], they knew they had to…

The arrival of [character/object] in [setting] threw [character name]’s life into chaos, as they…

[Character name] had always been content with their [status quo], but when [event] occurred, they realised that they could no longer ignore their true calling.

The arrival of [character name] in [place/location] set off a chain of events that would uncover long-buried secrets and force the [people of location] to confront their darkest demons.

Show character growth

[Character name] had spent their entire life [doing/believing something], but now they began to wonder if…

As [event] unfolded, [character name] realised that they were capable of…

[Character name] had always been afraid of [fear], but in the face of [challenge], they discovered…

[Character name] used to [old behaviour], but now they [new behaviour]…

As [character name] faced [challenge], they discovered a [new strength/quality] within themselves…

[Character name] never thought they could [achievement], but with [catalyst], they learned to [lesson]…

Create suspense and mystery

[Character name] knew that [mystery/secret] held the key to [goal], but the closer they got to the truth…

As [character name] delved deeper into [investigation/quest], they began to suspect that…

The [object/clue] seemed insignificant at first, but as [character name] examined it more closely, they saw [detail].

[Character name] had a nagging feeling that something was off about [person/place/thing], but couldn’t quite put their finger on it until [event].

The [sound/smell/sight] was hauntingly familiar to [character name], but they couldn’t remember why until [event].

Explore character relationships

[Character name] had always looked up to [other character], but now they began to see them in a different light because [event/change].

Despite their differences, [character name] and [other character] found themselves drawn to each other because of [detail].

[Character name] knew that [other character] was hiding something, but they never expected [revelation].

[Character name] and [other character] were once inseparable, but [change] meant they grew apart.

[Character name] never expected to find a friend in [other character], but [character detail/event/location] brought them together.

[Character name] couldn’t shake the feeling that [other character] was hiding [secret] from them.

Remember, these sentence frames are just a starting point to help you generate ideas and get your creative juices flowing. Feel free to adapt, combine, or expand upon them to suit your unique story and writing style. The most important thing is to let your imagination run wild and enjoy the process of writing your novel!

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airaibunny · 10 months

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GENERAL SMUT PROMPTS

1. “i need you, right here/now”

2. “louder/quieter”

3. “i dont care who’s outside”

4. “do you want them to hear?”

5. “what if i dont?”

6. “make me”

7. “you don’t get to tell me what to do”

8. “that’s strike 1/2/3”

9. “if you stop, i’ll stop”

10. “no more, please, i can’t”

11. “where are your manners?”

12. “what did you say?”

13. “try again”

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

15. “you don’t get to touch”

16. “i’m begging you, touch me, please”

17. “beg for it”

18. “i said no”

19. “stop pushing, it wont end well”

20. “you look so fucking hot right now”

21. “you don’t need anything, you want it”

22. “say it”

23. “use your words”

24. “i can’t understand you”

25. “i can’t read your mind”

26. “could he/she do it better?”

27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”

28. “play with me”

29. “you’re such a needy girl”

30. “i don’t think your stage outfits cover that”

31. “let me focus”

32. “sluts don’t get to make requests”

33. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago”

34. “stop talking”

35. “did i give you permission to talk?”

36. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”

37. “you’re fucking soaked”

38. “you make me so wet”

39. “why are you already squirming”

40. “can i ask you for something?”

41. “please don’t stop”

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

43. “i’ve been waiting all day”

44. “does that turn you on?”

45. “i need your fingers”

46. “i want you to fuck me”

47. “do it like you mean it”

48. “scream my name while you cum”

49. “call me mommy”

50. “touch yourself, i want to watch”

51. “come here, now.”

52. “on your knees”

53. “turn around”

54. “bend over”

55. “spread your legs/spread your legs further”

56. “you can barely speak, so cute”

57. “you’re so flushed, pretty girl”

58. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”

59. “lift up your leg”

60. “i’m bored, let’s play”

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

62. “if you make me/if i have to stop this car, im going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

63. “harder”

64. “let me do it”

65. “i didnt mean to, im sorry”

66. “dont cum until i tell you to”

67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy”

68. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it”

69. “what about you?”

70. “it’s my turn now”

71. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry”

72. “you look so pretty on your knees”

73. “what are you going to do? punish me?”

74. “i think i deserve a reward”

75. “your *body part* are/is so pretty”

76. “i really don’t care that we’re in public”

77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

78. “who do you think you are?”

79. “spank me”

80. “choke me”

81. “bite me”

82. “no, don’t go”

83. “you can practice on me”

84. “this is a one time thing”

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

86. “we can’t do this”

87. “i ordered us something”

88. “that looks too big”

89. “are you comfortable?”

90. “grab the handcuffs and come back here”

91. “you bought a vibrator?”

92. “how do i look?”

93. “you taste so sweet”

94. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”

95. “do you want to try?”

96. “you’re so cute”

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

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

99. “can we use a toy?”

100. “can i use a toy on you?”

101. “good girl, keep going/just like that”

102. “you’re doing such a good job”

103. “i’m so proud of you”

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

105. “how are you so close already?”

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

107. “can you be quick?”

108. “please, i’ll finish fast”

109. “use your mouth”

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

111. “i love your tits/ass/etc”

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

113. “stop teasing me”

114. “i like it when you’re mad”

115. “punish me”

116. “are you going to stop me?”

117. “on the counter/table/etc?”

118. “you’re the only one that gets to touch”

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

120. “i don’t care what the fans think”

121. “i really need to finish this”

122. “this is exactly how i imagined it”

123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?”

124. “everyone else is gone”

125. “fuck, i wish this room was soundproof”

126. “shut up”

127. “relax, angel”

128. “keep doing that, please”

129. “you feel so good”

130. “your skin is so soft”

131. “kiss/touch me, everywhere”

132. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it”

133. “pull my hair”

134. “open your mouth”

135. “clean my fingers, this is your mess”

136. “you’re such a messy girl”

137. “why are you so hot”

138. “fuck, i love you so much”

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

140. “you’re so gorgeous”

141. “open your eyes”

142. “look at me while you cum”

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

144. “i want you to keep going, forever”

145. “do you want to join me”

146. “you’re not allowed to touch”

147. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”

148. “can you tell me what you did wrong?”

149. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night”

150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”

151. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt”

152. “how bad do you want it?”

153. “make me cry”

154. “ruin me”

155. “i want to do so many things to you”

156. “you look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floor”

157. “i need you”

158. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom”

159. “say that again, i dare you”

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

161. “what does this make us?”

162. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute”

163. “do you like it when i touch right here?”

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

165. “we could get kicked out for this”

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

167. “let me eat you out while you do that”

168. “can you teach me?”

169. “can i call you mommy?”

170. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore”

171. “shower with me”

172. “put your leg over my shoulder”

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

174. “look what you did”

175. “i want to taste you”

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

177. “stop being gentle”

178. “i don’t care what you do, just touch me”

179. “i want to fuck you so bad”

180. “i want to feel you, inside”

181. “i promise i’ll be good, just please…”

182. “you can’t leave marks”

183. “you’re not going to fall, i’ve got you”

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

185. “do you like it when i spank you right there?”

186. “stop moving on your own, you’ll take what i give you”

187. “use my thigh”

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

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

190. “i still hate you”

191. “this is just sex, no strings”

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

193. “you looked so hot out there”

194. “you can take it like a good girl, right?”

195. “swallow”

196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good”

197. “you heard me”

198. “that was a nice way to wake up”

199. “i want to make a mess of you”

200. “breathe, please”

201. “take it like a good girl”

202. “why don’t you make it up to me?”

203. “you think your begging is going to change my mind?”

204. “i don’t care that you’re sorry”

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poohsources · 9 months

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🐝 * ― 𝑴𝒀 𝑰𝑴𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. ( all of these quotes are taken from the infamous fanfic with the same name and edited slightly by me so they don't include wrong spelling and grammar. feel free to change things if needed. )

❛ i'm not related to gerard way but i wish i was because he's a major fucking hottie. ❜ ❛ well ... do you want to go with me? ❜ ❛ hey, it's ok i don't like him better than YOU! ❜ ❛ what the fuck do you think you are doing? ❜ ❛ my name's [ first ] [ last ], although most people call me vampire these days. ❜ ❛ no! no! but you don't understand! ❜ ❛ what is it that you desire, you ridiculous dimwit? ❜ ❛ i'm sorry i got all mad at you but i thought you cheated on me. ❜ ❛ you might think i'm a slut but i'm really not. ❜ ❛ why are you doing this? ❜ ❛ fuck off. you know i fucking hat the color pink anyway, and i don't like fucked up preps like you. ❜ ❛ well if you wanted honesty that's all you had to say. ❜ ❛ you look kawaii, girl. ❜ ❛ [ name ] i love you will you have sex with me? ❜ ❛ god, you are so fucked up you fucking bastard. ❜ ❛ why can't i just be ugly or plain like all the other girls and preps here? ❜ ❛ why would you wanna be ugly? ❜ ❛ i just wanna be with you, okay [ name ]. ❜ ❛ why couldn't satan have made me less beautiful? ❜ ❛ i'm good at too many things! WHY CAN'T I JUST BE NORMAL? IT'S A FUCKING CURSE! ❜ ❛ now i just wanna fucking be with you. i fucking love you! ❜ ❛ so i guess you're a prep or a christina or what now? ❜ ❛ oh my satan you have to buy that outfit! ❜ ❛ as you can see i gave the room a makeover. what do you think about it? ❜ ❛ i bet he's having a mid-life crisis! ❜ ❛ no one fucking understands me! ❜ ❛ no! wait! it's not what it fucking looks like! ❜ ❛ you mean you'll go fuck him, won't you? ❜ ❛ okay you can go now, see ya cunt. ❜ ❛ but what about me? you're not gonna break up or anything, are you? ❜ ❛ but you are so sexy and wonderful anyway, [ name ]. why would you need it? ❜ ❛ excuse me but you're going to have to leave. ❜ ❛ i love you too. i'll ... i'll see you in hell. ❜ ❛ this is unlogical and does not make any sense! ❜ ❛ what the fuck happened? am i like dead now? ❜ ❛ omfg, i can get you back together. ❜ ❛ whatever you do, don't blame them, you jerk. ❜ ❛ yeah, i was just trying to make sure you were still the same person. ❜ ❛ what if you don't like me anymore cause we're from different times? ❜ ❛ i knew who you were all along. ❜

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay meme #sentence starters #fanfic starters #rph #type: meme #( ngl i've had this in my drafts for a long time because i started reading the fic as a joke again )#( and well ... it does have some quotes that can be fun starters so here we go )

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gingerjolover · 6 months

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idea from your prompt list… i’m thinking reader saying number 28 regarding jbs tramp stamp. a little “me and the boys are getting tattoos” and her not giving reader any other info… then boom. tramp stamp.

I was in the middle of writing something about the tramp stamp and was so stuck, and this helped me sm so thank you anon :)

wc is somewhere around 700 words (short king!)

julien baker x fem!reader - #28 "This not what I expected."

"Are you sure you don't want to come?" Julien is murmuring against your skin, her lips leaving small kisses on your cheek and jaw. She's half snuggled into you, her body hanging off the bed, arms effectively pinning you down. A yawn escapes you; she pulls back, eyes wide and teasing as she watches you yawn, a grin stretching across her face. It's like she can't help it, leaning in and kissing you again, moving up to your temple.

"Where are you going again?" you mumble sleepily. She laughs lightly, mumbling against your skin, "the boys and I are getting tattoos”. She smiles, kissing underneath your ear when you hum in acknowledgment.

"You'll be back by lunch?" you murmur, half asleep, leaning into your girlfriend's affections. "Mhm, should be back by 1:30... you want me to bring you something?" Julien asks, rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your head. She wants nothing more than you to come with her to the tattoo shop, but she also wants you to rest, your body not used to traveling the way hers is.

"Will you guys eat lunch with me?" you mumble, Julien smiling softly down at you, convinced there's nothing sweeter than your sleepy talk. "Yeah...Phoebe, Luce, and I will get take out and bring it home...okay?" she says, rubbing down your back, tapping your butt. "Can I have a hug?" she asks, standing up from the bed. She chuckles, watching you roll over, eyes lighting up when your arms widen, nuzzling into your chest and neck, your hands rubbing her back and patting her head. "You're squishing me..." you breathe out. She squeezes harder, chuckling into your neck, "I wish I could crawl into you....is that weird?" she asks, lips attached to your skin. "You're weird."

"Okay, I'm gonna go if you're going to bully me..." she says, standing up, pinching your hip, and rubbing your bare thigh. She scoffs when you don't respond, your eyes remaining closed before a tiny smirk blossoms on your face. "You're so mean," she says, slapping your thigh softly.

"I love you, Jay," you murmur, watching her slip on a jacket. "I love you, sweet girl," she responds, kissing you again quickly.

"Have fun!" you say, yawning again. Julien blows a kiss, leaving the house.

It's about 2:00 when Julien returns, Phoebe and Lucy following behind her. "Hi," Phoebe says excitedly, smacking a kiss on your cheek before shoving her arm in your eyeline. "Oh sick!" you exclaim, tracing the outside of the wrapping. "It looks good, P," you smile at her; she happily hums, putting bags of food on the table. Lucy greets you similarly, kissing your head before showing you hers as well, "I love that you guys have more than one matching tattoo," you giggle. "It's almost like we love each other or something," Lucy smirks, teasing you softly.

"Let me see JB," you request, your girlfriend showing you the same matching tattoo and your initial on her ring finger. "You're insane," you murmur, blushing deeply. She smirks, kissing the corner of your mouth, wrapping you in her arms, her hands on your ass. Your hands rub her lower back, and she winces softly, pulling away. "What did I do?" you ask, panicked, "Are you okay?"

Lucy and Phoebe laugh, "No way, did you not tell her?" "Julien!" "Babe, she got a tramp stamp!" Phoebe and Lucy say, talking over each other. Your ears perk up, hearing ”tramp stamp”.

"YOU WHAT?" you exclaim, eyes wide. Julien giggles sheepishly, lifting her shirt and turning around, her jeans sitting low on her hips.

Absurd Freedom. Your girlfriend...has a tramp stamp... that says 'absurd freedom'.

She turns back around, looking at you with waiting eyes. Phoebe and Lucy freeze, watching Julien watch you digest what you just saw. They glance nervously at each other, actively knowing that you'll support Julien no matter what but also knowing that Julien thinks very highly of your opinion.

"This is not what I expected."

"I- but- okay is- are you mad?" Julien stammers.

"Of course not, I just- you're such a nerd," you say, smiling wide. "The myth of Sisyphus... made you get a tramp stamp?"

"You scared me!" Julien exclaims, making Lucy and Phoebe laugh.

"Oh my god, you drama queen, let's eat," you say, pulling her into you and kissing her head.

"Should've seen the look on JB's face after she showed you," "Shut up Phoebe!"

#anon cutie #six word sentences prompts #boygenius mini fic #julien baker x fem!reader #julien baker x reader #julien baker mini fic #julien baker #julien baker tramp stamp #she is an icon honestly

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dindjarindiaries · 20 days

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Hi!!! I saw your prompts and I was hoping to request one for Din. I absolutely love your writing, especially the hurt/comfort.

I was hoping to request: “Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!” for Din. Thank you so much!

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: “Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”

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You holstered your blaster as your chest heaved from the fight. You dared to look down at your throbbing leg just to see a streak of red strained across your pants. A quiet curse fell from your lips as you looked up and met Din's visor.

"Nice work." Din nodded as he made his way over to you, his gloved hands holding your shoulders as his visor gave you a once-over. "Are you..." He trailed off as his visor caught your leg.

"I'm fine." You raised a hand to the lip of his helmet and urged him to meet your gaze again. "It's just a scratch."

Din looked between your wound and your eyes a few times. He shifted his weight and sighed. "Cyar'ika..."

You held his helmet between your hands. "I'm fine." You nodded at him. "I promise." You gestured with your head to the nearest exit. "Let's head back to the ship."

Din tilted his helmet, evidently not convinced but allowing you to go on anyway. He was closer to your side—your injured side—than usual, and you tried your best to hide the slight limp you had. This wound would no doubt need a few stitches, but you planned on doing those on your own, once Din was asleep.

You hissed as you rounded a corner, and Din stopped you with a firm hand on your shoulder. You exhaled and raised your brow at him. "Din..."

"Can I at least look at it?" Din's free hand pulled into a tight fist at his side.

You took a quick glance around and nodded. "All right. But we should make it quick."

Din nodded and immediately knelt down, keeping one gloved hand on the non-injured part of your thigh and using the other to look closer at your wind. You inhaled when his fingers got too close, and he pulled them away without hesitation. "They got you good." Din exhaled a worried breath. "This is gonna need stitches."

He stood back to his full height and pointed a finger in the direction of your leg.

"You're lying to me. I know that hurts."

You took his finger and folded it back into place. "I'll live." Din tilted his helmet and took a step closer to you, making you chuckle. "Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!" You gave his fist a squeeze. "Can we go now?"

Din looked down at your hands and nodded, though it was reluctant. You shook your head but couldn't help smiling as you once again led the way to the ship. Din was somehow even closer to your side than before, and his visor was fixed more on your leg than it was the way ahead.

Eventually, you got back to the ship, and the first thing Din did was ease you down onto a cargo crate by taking a gentle grasp on your shoulders. You sighed and let him work; if it would make him feel better about it, then you didn't mind.

Din soon knelt down with the medpac and went to work. "This is gonna hurt, I'm sorry."

You lightly scoffed at that. "Please, as if you haven't stitched me up before."

Din's visor glanced up at you for a moment. "That doesn't mean I should stop apologizing for the pain."

You smiled and ran a hand over his helmet. "You're too sweet."

The hand Din had steadied on your thigh gave it a gentle squeeze in shyness. "You're not gonna think that in a second here." He then offered his hand up to you, and you took it between both of yours as he started to fix you up.

You only let out a few tight growls and whimpers as Din worked with the stitches. He took each tight squeeze you gave his hand with grace, as if it didn't bother him in the slightest. He was quick yet efficient, and soon, he had finished up and was bandaging it.

"There." Din's hand that wasn't in yours gave your leg a squeeze. "How's that?"

You offered him a smile that was even warmer than before. "Much better." You held his helmet between his hands and urged him closer. "Thank you, Din."

He rested his helmet against your forehead. "Thank you for letting me take care of it."

You ran your knuckles along his metal cheek. "It's nice to see that you care so much."

Din tilted his helmet at that. "I always will."

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#who needs a concluding sentence? not me #anyway he's so cute i love him #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin/reader #the mandalorian/reader #din djarin fic #din djarin fanfiction #prompts #dindjarindiaries

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wikiangela · 2 months

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seven sentence sunday

tagged by @diazsdimples @daffi-990 💖

another lil snippet of the buck driving fic (that already has a title btw!) it's almost done, and as always it's gone off the rails bc eddie decided to start talking and can't shut up lol

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“Buck, that’s not-” he cuts off, releases a frustrated breath. “This is not a conversation for a phone call. I wish I was there.” he says, and Buck kind of wishes it too. Eddie always makes everything better. In contrast to Buck, who always makes everything worse. Maybe that’s why they work so well, balancing each other out. All Buck’s good for is being a firefighter, and he’s grateful he at least has that, at least can help people. Because in his personal life he’s the biggest mess ever. When he doesn’t respond, Eddie continues, “You have to know how important you are to all of us, how you’re more than enough for all of us. I just- I wish I could make you believe that.” he whispers. “I wish you could see yourself the way we do. The way I do.”

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#seven sentence sunday #buck driving fic #the last line of this snippet is what prompted like 800 words of Eddie basically saying ily without actually saying it lol #wasn't sure if it fits the vibe of this fic but tbh i love it too much to change it so idgaf haha #(this is gonna be pre-relationship tho no matter how much eddie will fight me on this 🤣)#buddie wip #buddie fic #buddie #wikiangela writes #my writing #fic snippet #my wips

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skyward-floored · 3 months

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Alright, everyone who wanted a continuation for the three sentence fics for pinned and searching, here you go! I made this longer then it needed to be but that’s ok it was fun *looks guiltily at other things I’m supposed to be writing* ...heh.

Warning for some blood, injury, and uhhh being stuck under a collapsed cave.

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Warriors shut his eyes a moment, trying to focus despite the pain in his middle and the small space he was trapped in that felt like it was closing in around him. He needed to get himself and Wild out of here in one piece, but he had no clue how on earth he was going to do that.

Warriors breathed out, and felt around the hand he’d found, trying to brush the debris off of it. He couldn’t reach any further then a little past the wrist though, and he couldn’t tell how buried Wild was.

He needed to get himself out first, it seemed.

Warriors swallowed and momentarily let go of Wild’s hand, feeling around the large thing he himself was trapped under. It felt heavy, but Warriors tried to shift it anyway, gasping as pure agony burned up his side at the movement.

He fell still again and panted as he waited for the pain to go down, coughing out some of the dust coating his lungs. Even once the worst of it faded, there was still a sharp pulse of pain that remained in his middle, somewhere near his ribs or lungs. Warriors didn’t know for sure, but either way it hurt, and that along with the fact that he was half buried, he knew he wouldn’t be able to free himself or Wild.

It looked like they’d just have to wait for rescue.

Warriors felt out Wild’s hand again, wishing he could move the fabric away from his wrist and check his pulse. It was too thick for him to feel anything, but the angle was wrong for him to pull it off. All he could do was hope Wild was still breathing, that the rest of him was okay.

I don’t even know if his head is uncovered, he thought suddenly, panic stealing his breath . He might be too buried to breathe, I don’t even know if his head is okay, who’s to say it wasn’t bashed in by a rock and I’m holding the hand of a—

A weak cough interrupted his spiraling panic, and Warriors froze, his heart thudding in his ears. Another followed it, faint and rasping, and the fingers in Warriors’ grip twitched just a little.

“Champion?” he asked, barely daring to breathe.

The coughing faded, followed by a wavering inhale, and Warriors held tighter to the hand in his.

“Wild?” he asked again, trying desperately to see though the darkness. He couldn’t make out a thing, but he was certain he hadn’t imagined the noises. Unless of course, he was starting to run out of air and was hallucinating things. Which was always a possibility.

“...W-Wars..?” a voice finally croaked, and Warriors breathed out a sigh of relief, ignoring the ache that shot up his middle due to it. Looks like we still have some air yet.

“Yeah. Yeah, ‘s me,” Warriors whispered back, giving the hand in his a squeeze.

“Wh-what...” Wild stammered, his voice weak and crackling, “wh... where..?”

“Wild, are you hurt?” Warriors asked, and it was quiet for a second.

“...Dunno. Th-think... ‘m arm h’rts...”

Something faintly rumbled in the distance, and Warriors held his breath as a few stray pebbles fell on his face. It faded again moments later, but he thought the pressure on his middle had slightly increased with the noise.

Wild’s breath suddenly hitched. “W’re... buried.”

Warriors breathed out. “Yeah.”

Wild’s breath hitched again, and the hand in Warriors’ began to shake, fingers fumbling as they tried to clutch at Warriors’.

“Wild, hey, easy,” Warriors breathed, holding more tightly to his hand, but he could hear Wild’s breathing speed up.

“No... n-no I can’t—”

“Wild, calm down,” Warriors said in as clear of a voice as he could, then coughed, the pain in his middle feeling worse. That’s starting to hurt an awful lot. “The... the others ‘ll come.”

“W’re buried,” Wild gasped, panic making him cough, and Warriors heard rubble shift, like Wild was trying to move. “W-Wars I can’t—”

“Wild. Listen,” Warriors said in a commanding voice, ignoring the urge to cough again. “You need to stay calm. I don’t kn-know how much air w-we have, we need to stay... calm.”

He grabbed firmly at Wild’s hand, and Wild clutched back at it, his breath still rasping loudly in the enclosed space.

“‘S too small,” Wild whispered, fingers shaking as he clung to Warriors’ hand. “Too... tight, ‘s like the... too small.”

Wild’s voice was small and scared, lacking the usual bright and teasing quality it almost always held. Warriors squeezed his eyes shut as he ran his fingers over Wild’s, then reopened them, trying to think past the fog trying to overtake his senses. Something was trying to break through it, an idea of sorts that they could use to get out, but it hadn’t succeeded yet.

“‘M not a fan of smaller spaces either,” Warriors admitted in a soft rasp. “Not fun. Gimme... ‘n open field any day.”

“Don’ sound so w-worried yr’self,” Wild muttered shakily, and Warriors coughed out a laugh.

“Perfected th-the art of faking it, bud.”

Wild let out a small, hysterical croak, a distant mirror of a laugh, but his frantic gasps had begun to ease. His breath still rasped more then it should, but Warriors was relieved at even the slight improvement.

Things fell silent between them for a moment, and Warriors took a minute to breathe, an action that was getting harder and harder to do successfully. The hot, painful feeling in his middle was starting to grow to an agonizing degree, and the fog was growing thicker around his senses. But the idea that had been forming in his head finally broke through, and Warriors shifted his head towards where Wild was.

“Wild,” he said, unable to keep his voice from hitching with pain. “C-can you reach your... slate?”

The fingers in Warriors’ twitched, then slowly withdrew, the quiet sound of rocks and pebbles being shifted reaching him. For a moment it was all Warriors could hear, that and an occasional shaky inhale like Wild was stopping himself from letting out a more pained noise, but then he heard a small hum.

“I... I c’n touch it,” Wild said, voice more shaky then it had been before. “Don’ think I can... pull it, but... m-might be able to get... Wind.”

“Okay,” Warriors breathed, squeezing his eyes shut and reopening them. “See if... you c-can—”

A cough spilled from his lips, and Warriors was unable to stop the fit he suddenly broke into, coughs that were thick and painful, bringing tears to his eyes with how they made his chest burn.

He wasn’t able to stop for several long moments, and his head spun dizzyingly as he caught his breath, middle full of a liquid fire so intense he could barely breathe.

“Wars?” Wild asked in a sharp, terrified voice, and Warriors coughed again, something warm dripping down his lip.

“‘M fi...” he rasped, dragging in another breath. “Fine, ‘m fine Wild. Call... Wind.”

Wild didn’t reply, but Warriors could feel the disbelief radiating from him as the quiet sounds of him shuffling in the debris sounded out again. The only other noise was Warriors’ wheezing breaths, and it was a few moments before Warriors heard a soft click.

The faintest bit of blue shone through the rocks nearby, not enough to see by, but enough that Warriors knew Wild had succeeded in turning on his slate.

“Sailor,” Wild rasped, trying to make his voice louder, and then coughing due to the effort. “S-Sailor... y’there..?”

He fell silent, and both of them strained their ears, even though Warriors was having an extremely hard time focusing. It felt like a Goron had sat on his chest, and was occasionally stomping around on his ribs, painful and heavy on his bones. But he couldn’t free himself, so it was just something he’d have to deal with.

Warriors shivered, and tried not to wheeze as his middle ached at the movement.

The sooner the both of them got out, the better.

“...hea...know I...see if...”

Warriors and Wild both stilled at the faint words, and listened in silence, Warriors’ heart beating loudly in his ears.

“—ampion! Is that you?!”

Wild let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and Warriors smiled, even though he knew Wild couldn’t see it.

“‘S me, m-me and Wars,” Wild said, relief thick in his voice. The connection that had come through was weak and staticky, and Warriors couldn’t entirely tell who had spoken, but they’d made contact at least.

“Are you two—kay?” the voice continued on, and Warriors thought it might’ve been Twilight’s. “We’re working on digging you—might be a bit.”

“Wars isn’t... he’s pretty b-bad,” Wild replied, and when Warriors opened his mouth to protest that Wild was equally bad-off if not worse, all that came out was another string of thick coughs.

He missed whatever was said next, a swirl of pain and fog clouding his senses, more warmth dripping down his chin. When he finally checked back in, Wild’s hand had grabbed at his again, and Warriors dragged in a rasping breath, the faint light from Wild’s slate growing blurry.

“—old on a bit longer, we’re going as fast as we can,” the voice came through again, more frantic then before. “Just hold on you two, we’re coming, I promise.”

“Y’ hear that W-Wars?” Wild croaked, holding his hand with a shaky grip. “Jus’... hold on.”

“Only ‘f you... do too,” Warriors rasped, and Wild hummed softly in reply, the sound thin with pain.

The voice from the slate said something again, but Warriors didn’t catch it, and he didn’t think Wild did either, based on how the voice seemed to grow frantic again, and louder. He couldn’t make out any of the words, and Warriors began to sink into the fog of pain his mind was fighting so hard to resist.

He thought he might have heard the rumbling sound in the distance again, like the rocks trapping them were being shifted, but he wasn’t sure. Dust fell on his head, but Warriors merely closed his eyes against it, too numb to even be scared any more. If he was going to be crushed, so be it. He only wished he’d gotten the chance to speak with his friends in his own time once more.

The fog had fully enveloped him now. The only thing that was clear was Wild’s hand pressed against his, fingers trembling, coated in dust and dirt and something sticky.

Warriors drifted along like that for what felt like forever, clinging to what few sensations he had left, Wild’s hand the only thing keeping him from fully falling away.

“—found them!”

And then there was light, so bright that Warriors had to close his eyes against it, and couldn’t help the whimper he let out. The voice was louder then ever, like Wild’s slate was right against his ear, and Warriors wished he could cover his ears.

“—get the rocks off, this thing is huge, he must be—”

“—lot of blood, that’s too much—”

“—lia I don’t know how either of them didn’t just—”

“—easy Link, easy, we’re getting you out, hold on.”

Something touched his face, and Warriors flinched, sounds and light and the endless pain in his middle too overwhelming for him to focus on anything. The voices kept floating around and over him, but Warriors could only catch bits of what was spoken.

Was Wild’s slate glitching?

The thing touched his face again, gentle and soft as it carefully turned his head to the side, and when fingers brushed his forehead, Warriors’ scrambled senses finally put together the fact that this must mean they’d finally been rescued.

He wheezed out a soft gasp of relief, and did his best to squeeze Wild’s hand, their fingers still connected. Wild faintly twitched back, and Warriors exhaled, relief swamping over him.

He didn’t remember any of the rest of their rescue, his senses fading out as the others pulled them from the rubble of the cave. Any travel or bandaging was lost to him, and he had no clue how long it had been when he flickered back awake.

The first thing he noticed was that he was on a soft bed, and that there was sunshine and a fresh breeze spilling in through the curtains. Time and Twilight were asleep on chairs by the bed, Wind flopped on their laps, Twilight’s head resting on Time’s shoulder. They all looked exhausted, and Warriors listened to Twilight snore for a minute, then looked down at himself.

His injuries were bandaged, blood and dirt cleaned from his clothes. His scarf had been cleaned as well, the blue bright and soft, and when Warriors looked beside him and saw Wild in a similar state to himself, the relief hit him again, even more intensely.

They’d made it.

They were out, and they were both alive.

Warriors exhaled, closing his eyes again. His head hurt and he was sore what felt like everywhere, not to mention his breathing still held an odd rasp, but he and Wild were okay.

They’d made it.

He felt out Wild’s hand again, and gave it a soft squeeze, relieved when Wild softly squeezed it back. The champion nestled up a bit closer to his side, and Warriors let himself drift off again, feeling perfectly content.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu warriors #lu Wild #linked universe fanfic #fic #whump #oops #tw blood #tw injury #writing from the floor #three sentence prompt #<- because it’s related to those #anyway wheeeeeee I went a little hard but it was fun #I almost left out the soft scene at the end and had it just be both of them falling unconscious but I decided to be nice #XD

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 13 days

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I'm back and once again ask for a Frank Castle fic!! This time with "Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" thank you <3

Yes! I feel like all those Frank Castle requests every time I do these mini fics are telling me, I should write a full length fic at some point again, huh? lol

Pairing: Frank Castle x fem. reader

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex), somewhat established relationship, feelings

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" he teased you, one of his fingers running up your spine, both of his hands underneath your robe, making you shiver.

"Waiting for eight months for you to come back is not patient enough, how are you this patient?" you pouted, crossing your legs behind his back, pulling him closer, sitting on the kitchen island he had helped you sit on, the bathrobe you had put on after your quick shower before coming downstairs after waking up pushed from your shoulders.

It was a surprise to see him sleep on the couch when you came downstairs not even ten minutes ago to make yourself some coffee to get ready for work.

"Mhhhh...." he hummed, kissing up your neck and you finally felt the tip of his cock against push against your pussy, your eyes dropping close as you tilted your neck to give him more space.

"Wouldn't be so good at what I do if I wasn't patient now, would I," he whispered against your ear before he thrust inside of you, filling you up in one fluent motion, making you moan and your eyes open to find him looking at you with his big brown eyes, an almost longing expression in his face.

You could almost feel those three little words you haven't said before making their way to your lips, but instead you found his lips in a deep kiss, his tongue playing with yours as he slowly began to move, fucking into you with deep thrusts that had you moaning against his lips, your hands in his hair.

"Want you to cum for me, sweetheart," he hummed against your lips, bringing one of his hands between your bodies, to play with your clit, his thrusts getting quicker, knowing all the ways to make you cum and you did after a few more minutes, crying out his name as he continued to fuck you through it before he spilled himself inside of you, resting his head against yours as he whispered those three little words

"I love you"

#six smutty sentence fics #Frank Castle #Frank Castle x fem. reader #jon bernthal #fanfiction #prompt mini fics #fanfic #fan fiction

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ficwip · 2 months

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I've been posting this exclusively on bluesky, but I thought I'd see how tumblr likes it!

How it works: Using this month's prompt, craft a complete story in just 3 sentences that contains an opening, a pivot or change in perspective, and an ending.

How to post: Tag your fills #3sentencefic (without spaces, please, since the with-spaces version is in use) and please mention this account!

AO3 collection

#3 sentence fic prompt

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polutrope · 3 months

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For the first sentence prompt, if you'd like:

There was a scent of burning wood in the air.

Strange, for the Green-elves lit no fires and it was a hot afternoon besides. As Amras tracked the smell, a thin haze of smoke curled through the trees from its source.

Down by the stream, a figure stood over a ring of flames charring and slowly devouring a finely carved wooden chest at their centre.

"Why do you burn that?” Amras asked, recognising the stooped figure as Caranthir.

“Gifts,” his brother said, voice hoarse and spiteful, “trinkets from the East given in token of friendship by Ulfang on our first meeting.”

#amras #caranthir #first sentence prompts #my fic

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tickly-giggles · 9 months

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Okay, so can we have lee!Dabi, ler!Hawks with "th3 safeword is tickle." Cuz Hawks knows Dabi can't say it, and he wants a go at his bellybutton!

Anon, you read my mind. The second I made that one of the options, I thought of Dabi being forced to say it~

A/N: Istg, I always put way too much romance in these lol I'm such a hopeless romantic, please forgive me. Also, this doesn't connect to any storyline, this is just fluff <3

Warning: Tickle fic ahead! Also very light bondage

Prompt: "The safe word is 'tickle'."

Characters: Dabi, Hawks

Shipping: DabiHawks, they are together!

Lee: Dabi

Ler: Hawks

Word Count: 1,187

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“Alrighty, ya ready?”

Dabi groaned, face flushed as he experimentally tugged on his binds that held him spread eagle on the bed. He wasn’t tied down very tight, it was only his first time trying bondage, but being unable to protect himself made him far more nervous than he would like to admit. He tried to recall how he even got himself in this situation.

Ah, that’s right. Ever since he and Hawks started dating, he had become a lot more comfortable around him. That included attacking him with tickles at any chance he got. The feeling of superiority that washed over him whenever he tickled Hawks into submission was addictive. He knew he liked it, too, so it wasn’t that big a deal. However, one day, Hawks had expressed his desire to get revenge on his boyfriend.

“I’m always on the receiving end,” he said,

“I just want a chance to get back at you.”

“Not gonna happen, Feathers,” Dabi chuckled.

Hawks smirked mischievously,

“How ‘bout this then? If you can go a full day without tickling me, I won’t get you back. But if you can’t,”

he took Dabi’s chin in his fingers and pulled him closer,

“Then I get to tie you up and get proper revenge.”

The hot head smirked, not wavering from Hawks’ touch,

“Fine. I’m gonna win, though~.”

He didn’t win. In fact, he lost quite spectacularly.

There were no rules set in place when they shook on the bet, and there was nothing saying Hawks couldn’t provoke his boyfriend. From being a little brat to straight up asking to be tickled, suffice to say Dabi did not last the whole day.

So now, here he was, tied down at his boyfriend’s mercy like promised. He watched Hawks, who had a stupid grin on his face. That same stupid grin that never failed to steal Dabi’s breath.

He huffed and averted his gaze, tugging on his ropes one more time, before succumbing to his fate with a sigh,

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Hawks beamed and slowly began rolling up his boyfriend’s shirt. Dabi instinctively sucked in his belly, which made Hawks chuckle.

“I haven’t even started yet! You’re so cute~.”

“Shut up, feather brain,” Dabi hissed.

“Ahahalright, alright,” Hawks positioned his wiggling fingers over the villain’s belly,

“By the way, the safe word is ‘tickle’.”

“Wait wha- GAAHAHAHAHAHA!! WAHAHAHAHAIT, NONONO NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!”

Dabi shrieked and bucked as Hawks immediately went for his death spot. Was he trying to kill him? The bed bounced and shook with his incessant struggling. Hawks laughed, meticulously skittering his fingers along the outer rim of the villain’s belly button, sometimes dipping in to lightly scratch at the skin. What really made Dabi go crazy, however, was when Hawks positioned his fingers on the outer edges of his belly button and squeezed. There wasn’t a lot of healthy skin to work with on his torso but, luckily, he never seemed to get used to the sensations.

“Awww, lookit you! You’re such a ticklish wittle baby, aren’t you~?” Hawks teased, smirking when Dabi’s laughter went up an octave from hearing the T word.

“SHUHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP, BIHIHIHIRDIE!!”

Dabi growled through his laughter, frantically tugging on his binds,

“STOHOHOHOHOHOP, GOHOHO SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!!”

“I’m not stopping until I hear the safe word. Which is ‘tickle’, did I mention that already? Tickle tickle tickle~!”

“GOHOHOHOD DAHAHAHAHAMMIT, SHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Dabi whined and stuck his face in his arm, desperately trying to hide his flushed cheeks and giant smile.

All he had on his mind was revenge. How dare Hawks make the safe word a word he couldn’t even say? He had no choice - if he wanted it to stop, he had to say it. He wasn’t necessarily flustered by it, it just wasn’t a word he felt comfortable saying. Whenever he would say it, it felt like acid on his tongue, and he would feel like he committed some kind of sin. When he heard it in the context of teasing, however, he was absolutely flustered by it. His face erupted in red, his laughter got louder and more hysterical, his squirming doubled in intensity. He couldn’t bear to hear the word while being tickled, let alone say it. He figured he was doomed to be tickle tortured like this forever at this rate.

Suddenly, there was a small reprieve, and Dabi gasped for air. He looked up at Hawks while catching his breath. The winged hero smiled down at him, shimmying down his boyfriend’s legs and repositioning himself a bit.

“You seem like you’re having fun~,” he grinned.

Dabi scoffed,

“What gives you that idea?”

“Well,” Hawks ran his hands up Dabi’s torso, making him shiver at first, then he relaxed into his boyfriend’s warm touch,

“You haven’t bothered to say the safe word at all. And I’m tickling your worst spot. Are you actually enjoying being at my mercy while I tickle you to pieces~?”

The villain shivered, narrowing his eyes at the cocky bastard he called his partner,

“You know I can’t say it, that’s not fair.”

“And when, my dear Touya, have you ever played fair, hm~?”

Dabi swallowed at the mention of his real name. He huffed and averted his gaze once more, not dignifying Hawks with a response. Another moment of peace passed before there was a sudden intake of breath, and Dabi’s entire tummy erupted in ticklish vibrations.

“GAAAHAHAHAHAA, HAHAHAHAWKS!!” he arched his back, effectively pushing his belly deeper into the raspberries,

“CUHUHUHUT IHIHIHIT OUT, YOU SOHOHOHON OF A BIHIHIHITCH!!”

“Wohohow, you’re weak to raspberries!” Hawks laughed, squeezing along Dabi’s sides,

��I wouldn’t have guessed~!”

He took another deep breath and blew an even bigger raspberry directly on his boyfriend’s belly button, causing him to throw his head back in shrieking hysteria.

“S-STAHAHAHAHAA! PLEHEHEHEHEHE HAHAHAHA!!”

Dabi couldn’t even form full words, he was in such ticklish agony. He thrashed and writhed helplessly, wanting nothing more than to turn these damn ropes to ash.

“You know how to stop this~,” Hawks purred, readying yet another raspberry.

It took about another ten minutes of tickle torture before Dabi could finally muster up the courage to say it. He couldn’t believe how the sensations never died down, he was always just as ticklish as when the sessions began. It was absolute agony, the way his nerves were shocked with such intensity every time Hawks so much as squeezed his tummy. There were days he wished he wasn’t so ticklish.

“OKAHAHAHAY! OKOKOK, T-TIHIHIHAHAHA!! TIHIHIHIHICKLE!! TICKLE TICKLE, I SAHAHAHAID IT, HAHAHAHAPPY?!”

And like that, it all stopped. Dabi coughed and groaned, letting his head fall against the soft pillow beneath him as he regained composure. He heard Hawks chuckle, and he watched him as he started untying the ropes.

“What’s… so funny?” he panted.

Hawks shot his boyfriend a genuine, beaming smile, and Dabi’s heart skipped a beat,

“Hearing your laugh is so therapeutic. I can’t get enough of it. You’re adorable, and I love seeing you smile.”

Dabi didn’t reply. He lay on the bed, patiently waiting for Hawks to finish untying him.

Maybe being this ticklish wasn’t so bad.

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ogdoadfates · 7 months

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'Despite the odds' Prompt list

Fun lil prompt list that popped into my head randomly, like always these are free to use for whatever you like! Warning some of these prompts reference some scary stuff.

"I'm a monster." "I love you."

"You know we may very well die from this, right?" "Then it's best we do this together, no?"

"Love, name me one thing that I wouldn't risk for you?"

"You know what they'll say if they catch us like this?" "Let them."

Person A accidently turning their partner into a supernatural beast but despite that they don't hate Person A.

Person A powering through their injuries to protect/save Person B.

"Being a parent is very different from being a aunt/uncle you know."

Even though Person A is very sick they still make it to person B's big event.

Person A notices their security alarm for their home went off and last minute stops Person B from entering the home.

"That wasn't there this morning." "We're leaving."

"I might've broke my arm." You WHAT?"

Person A accidently witnessing something they shouldn't've.

"How'd you get here?"

"How can you love me?" "Easily." "I'm serious." "So am I."

"Now, how did you know that?"

"I never knew I could love someone so much that it feels as natural as breathing."

"That went surprisingly well!"

"Someone's in the house."

"Well." "What?" "I'm glad you like kids."

Person A convincing Person B to get another pet.

During a game of truth or dare, the shyest member of the group is the one revealed to have done the most cool and dangerous stunt before.

"I thought I was the last/only one left."

"Even if it should, somehow that doesn't surprise me."

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airaibunny · 10 months

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SOFT SMUT PROMPTS

1. “have you ever done this before?”

2. “you’ve really never touched yourself?”

3. “can i take this off?/take this off”

4. “take off my clothes”

5. “is this too much?”

6. “we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to”

7. “does that hurt?”

8. “you look so pretty right now”

9. “don’t stop yourself, let me hear”

10. “do you want to take it off of me?”

11. “do you want to touch?/can i touch?”

12. “does that feel good?”

13. “you’re so cute”

14. “do you need more?”

15. “are you ready to stop?”

16. “i’ve wanted this for such a long time”

17. “shhh, there’s people outside”

18. “i’ll guide you”

19. “kiss me, i don’t care where”

20. “i don’t care where you touch me”

21. “i don’t care what you call me” - “can i call you mommy?”

22. “look at me”

23. “do you want me to teach you how?”

24. “do you need help/let me help”

25. “i don’t care that it hurts, just keep going”

26. “if you can’t limit yourself than i will, we’re stopping now”

27. “wait, let me get used to it for a second”

28. “no underwear? did you plan this?”

29. “breathe for me”

30. “tell me what you want”

31. “let me try”

32. “don’t cover up/don’t be embarrassed”

33. “i want you to touch me”

34. “are you just going to watch?”

35. “you sound so pretty”

36. “sorry i left so many marks”

37. “turn around for me”

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watchyourbuck · 4 months

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17 please

Every step Eddie took, Buck followed suit. His eyebrows were contorted in worry, and he kept fidgeting.

“Are- are you sure this is gonna work?”

Eddie inhaled deeply, moving around the kitchen in the limited space he had, picking bowl after bowl of snacks. He turned to his boyfriend with a stern look. “Buck,” he said, his tone bordering on exasperated, “please stop worrying. It’s gonna be okay. Here,” he added, handing him the dishes forcefully, “take these to the table.”

Buck pursed his lips, pulling the bowls close to his body. “Eddie, I’m just- I don’t wanna fight ‘em.”

“No one’s fighting anyone.”

The promise sounded wobbly, like it could break at any moment. But, then again, Eddie had earned his trust. At least he wasn’t facing them on his own.

“Okay,” Buck whispered, defeated. “I’m- I’ll give you space.”

His boyfriend was very obviously tired, and he wasn’t being precisely useful.

“Park it,” Eddie ordered, sighing. He put his hand up, stopping Buck before he could make it through the threshold. “Come here.”

Buck obeyed, blinking away a few tears. Eddie grabbed his arm, pulling him in.

“It’s going to be okay,” he reassured him, placing his hands on Buck’s neck before leaning up to kiss him.

It was long, and soft and enough to make Buck’s shoulders relax.

Then the bell rang.

They were here.

Almost immediately, Buck’s look of panic returned to his face. Eddie breathed out, pulling away from him, then gave him a kiss on the cheek before walking to the door. “C’mon baby.”

Buck stayed behind. Frozen in the middle of the kitchen, with half a pound of mini toasts and salty chips.

Admittedly, it was kind of selfish, but he couldn’t let them in himself —besides, Eddie hadn’t waited for him, either.

Soon, though, the voices of Ramon and Helena Diaz, and Phillip and Margaret Buckley filled his ears to the brim. They were asking for him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Buck!”

“Coming!”

The bitter taste of the word ‘baby’ got stuck in his throat. Not yet, not yet.

Who told them this was a good idea?

Irrupting through the kitchen door was enough to make their guests stare. Eddie glanced between them, forcing a smile Buck knew fake a little too well. He copied it. “Hi- hi mom, d-dad,” he said, his voice quiet.

Eddie walked towards him, taking back the bowls into his own. “Go,” he whispered, tilting his head to the side in repetitive little motions.

“Oh, uh- yeah, h-hi!” Buck muttered, moving as fast as he could through their crowd. “Mr. Díaz, Mrs- Mrs. Díaz.”

Both men patted him on the back, reminding him how strong they actually were. He gulped. He was okay, he was safe.

Margaret kissed his cheek, leaving an imprint of her lips. Buck wiped it with the back of his hand, smiling down politely at her so as to not offend her. Helena barely acknowledged him; she simply glanced at her own son with suspicion.

Right, he guessed this was a very particular invitation after all.

As soon as he was done, he stepped back, returning to Eddie’s side. He had finally settled the bowls down on the table, where they belonged.

The six of them stared at each other.

“Mijo, what’s going on?” Helena blurted, crossing her left leg over her right one. “Don’t- don’t get me wrong,” she added, looking over at Buck’s parents, “I- I’m thrilled to see you all, but-,”

“Nothing, ma,” interrupted Eddie rashly, “Buck and I have- we have busy schedules, that’s all. You’re always on my case about seeing me more… we thought it’d be a nice-,”

“Buck’s not all that busy,” exclaimed Margaret, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “This… firefighting thing is more like a hobby.”

Buck felt his neck and cheeks color. Always good to know what your mother thought of your job.

“I disagree, Mrs. Buckley,” Eddie said after a second. “Being a firefighter is a highly demanding job, and some may think it resembles a hobby, but both Buck and I, and our entire team, actually…, we put all our efforts into taking care of you.”

The last word made Buck lower his head, his ears perking up. He knew Eddie better than anyone else in that room, and that was a direct shot.

“Edmundo,” called Ramon, his voice stern and his eyebrows furrowed. “Be respectful to your friend’s mother.”

Not that it should have, but he felt as though ‘friend’ had stabbed him in the throat.

Eddie fell silent. So much so that Buck raised his head and looked at him, his eyes wide and expectant. It took him a second, but he eventually returned the stare. “Okay,” he said, finally. “I thought we’d have more time of small talk, but- it is what it is.”

“Eddie.”

“Buck-,” he muttered, putting his hands up and closing his eyes. “It’s time”.

“I don’t understand,” interrupted Helena. She sounded upset already, as if she could sniff their confession from a mile away.

“I’m afraid neither do I,” followed Margaret, looking among the guests, but eventually blinking up at her husband.

He took her hand. “Care to tell us what’s going on, Evan?”

“It’s- Buck, dad,” he tried. “Whatever.”

“Okay,” repeated Eddie. “Everybody shut up.”

“Mijo!”

“Edmundo!”

“No, mom, dad. It’s time you listen to what we have to say.”

Buck gulped, blinking. He could hear his own heart in his ears, and it was making him dizzy. He looked at Eddie, who straightened up where he stood.

“You were right. We do have something to tell you,” he started. “This could have been a text, but out of respect for you, and for Buck, I’ve decided to do it this way.”

“Did you get a girl pregnant?” Ramon asked, short of standing up. Buck took a step back. Jesus Christ.

“No.”

“Then what’s so important you had to fly us out from Texas?”

Eddie licked his lips. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. “Mom, dad, Mr., Mrs. Buckley… Buck and I are together.”

The way Phillip’s face changed in real time made Buck realize Eddie had grabbed his hand in the process. He was holding it, and squeezing it. He felt like he was going to pass out, but he managed to squeeze back.

“What is this?” Phillip said, a disgusted look plastered on his face.

“Together, together?” Margaret said, her smile faltering.

In a hurry, Ramon stood up, and Buck couldn’t help his reaction. He took two steps back, hiding behind Eddie. “What are you telling me, Edmundo? That you’re a fa-?”

“Ramon!” Helena interrupted, mimicking her husband. She put herself in front of him, trying to push him back.

Eddie took a step forward, and their hands slid away from each other. “Yes,” he said, his features hard, and unnerved. “Yes, I am. You got a problem with that?”

“Evan,” said Phillip. “Come here right this second.”

Buck was breathing heavily. This is exactly what he didn’t want. Oh, god, oh, god. He put his foot up, but Eddie extended his arm, crossing his body. “No,” he said, “he’s done taking orders from you.”

“So, he’s taking them from you now?” Margaret said, putting her hands up in desperation. “Evan- what have you turned into?”

“Mom,” he tried, his voice weak. “I’m not- I didn’t turn into anything, I’ve always-,”

“This city has turned my boy into a homosexual,” she cried, covering her face with her hands.

Eddie scoffed. “Buck’s bisexual, Maggie. I’m gay.”

“You are no such thing!” Ramon exclaimed, stomping his foot on the wooden floorboards. “You are sick, and I will punch this sickness out of you if I have to.”

“Ramon!”

“Oh, yeah?” Eddie muttered, smiling. He ignored Buck’s tug on his shirt, taking another step forward. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Please, Eddie-,”

“Evan Buckley,” called Phillip. “We’re leaving. Go to the car.”

Buck frowned. “What? No.”

Phillip launched forward, keen on grabbing Buck by the shirt, but Eddie was faster. He put himself between them, staring up at his boyfriend’s father. “You’ll have to go through me first.”

“You’re not very tall.”

“But I was in the army, and I’ve seen torture that’d make you wet your pants like a little boy.”

“Edmundo!” Helena yelled, pushing past her husband to get to him. She grabbed him by the arm, pulling him away. “This is not who we raised you to be. What’s- what’s happened to you?”

“He takes it in the ass now,” scoffed Phillip, clicking his tongue mockingly.

Buck gasped, his eyes wide. Oh, hell no. “Actually, that’s me, dad.”

Silence. Eddie slowly turned to his boyfriend, the echo of fear resonating through his features.

“I’m the one that takes it the ass, dad, and boy do I love it.”

Like a maniac, Phillip reached for Buck. He grabbed him by the shirt, and pulled him to himself. A few cushions were scattered on the floor, and it made them stumble. That was window enough for Eddie, who took the man’s wrist and turned it.

Everyone started yelling.

Buck fell to his knees, hitting his elbow on the glass table behind him. He winced, and Eddie ducked, dodging Phillip’s fist.

They both stood up in unison, finding their way back to each other. Eddie was the first to scream back. “All of you. Out. Now!”

“Eddie,” Helena whispered.

“Get out of my house. All of you.”

They all stared, but an ounce of common sense collectively reached their brains. One by one, they exited the perimeters, leaving Eddie to wrap his arm around his Buck protectively.

“I got you, baby, I got you.”

Buck broke into a sob.

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#9 for the physical affection prompts

Send me a number prompt and I’ll make it smutty

9. kissing their collarbone

Fuck you is what you were invited to.

No. What you were invited to was a night of pizza rolls that were never touched, action moves that were barely watched, and beers that were hardly sipped on.

What you were invited to was making out until your jaw ached, kissing Mickey until he tasted like you and you tasted like him, finally feeling Mickey's mouth against your own until you were suddenly feeling it everywhere.

You've felt it before, on your dick and balls, but never anywhere else. Never in a way that's somehow more intimate than him blowing you. But now he's lying on top of you and his teeth are on your throat and he's sucking, nipping, pulling your skin into his mouth and you groan, palm at his ass, grind up into him.

The moan he heaves against your skin is so fucking inviting that you want to grab him, thread your fingers into his hair and pull him up to your mouth again, but you won't. Because you've been making out, you've been kissing and kissing until you couldn't breathe properly, and now you and to feel Mickey's lips everywhere.

Fucking everywhere.

He moves his hips against your own and you know it's with impatience, a gesture so he doesn't have to say the words, a keep-fucking-moving-Ian without removing his lips from your skin, and you grasp at it, claw at what he needs and give him everything. You grip his ass to keep him in place and start a steady rhythm.

And he pulls his mouth away from you.

He pulls his mouth away and the sound, the pitiful, desperate whine that escapes is out of your control because you're in such a fucking state of euphoria, of Mickey's lips, Mickey's mouth, Mickey's willingness, that his lips not being on you is torture.

But he doesn't move away.

He pants against you, whispers your name - Ian, not Gallagher - and it's okay, it's everything, it's the perfect kind of torture.

You move your hips faster, aid him in moving against you when he has zero leverage, and he licks a line from your clavicle to your ear and shit, shit, you're so fucking close. So close to coming, and you're both still fully dressed and all you're doing is rutting against each other like the teenagers you are, but Mickey's mouth is on your skin and it's too much and it's everything and it's torture.

"Mick," you whisper, slowing down your thrusts.

He doesn't say anything, but he gets it. You know he gets it because he rests his forehead on your throat and takes a deep, shuddering breath. And when he begins again, when his lips touch your skin again, it's soft, slow, absolutely fucking sweet.

Tiny pecks, brushes of his lips on your heated skin, a drag of a wet lip over goosebumps that break out. He kisses you and kisses you, your throat, your neck, behind your ear, across your collarbone, up to your chin, and you wonder ... you hope and you wonder.

Now that he's started, maybe he'll never stop.

#ian and mickey #gallavich #gallavich fic #my fic #smut prompts #anon #this one was fun #these prompts have made me realise how many sentences i begin with and or but #not sorry

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