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eloquent-edits · 2 months

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🗡️ “I can assure you, we are just friends.”

definitely not something that’s a little more than friends 🗡️ friends with benefits prompts 🗡️ 18+ prompts

While Person A is chatting with their friends, Person B sidles up to A and subtly trails a finger up their spine (does A stutter? go completely silent at the electricity going through their body? start to get red but manage to keep their composure? TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS)

B begs A to not leave any marks because they just can’t let this secret get out

For that beach episode: A takes off their shirt, exposing scratch marks from a recent session… B hides a sly grin as A is questioned about who they’re with

A is very physically affectionate in general, but has fallen into the habit of only bothering B in public with it

^ A wants to interact with B in many ways and just ends up biting their arm jokingly to satiate that desire (yes, their friends think this is weird)

B needs to be held accountable for finishing their work, so A comes over to hang out… they do not get work done for a while

At a party, B can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy when they spot A flirting with someone

A’s childhood friend is in town and A is super excited to have them meet B (B is quietly panicking over making a good impression and wondering what A has said about them)

A and B are in the same anatomy class and they spend a lot of time studying together (A is most certainly a hands-on learner hehehehe)

“Is that B’s shirt?” “What? Oh, uh, yes… My shirt got dirty the last time I was over there so they’re washing mine for me.”

“Is that A’s shirt?” “Yes. What about it?” “…Does A know you have their shirt?” “Nope!”

They really only planned on the midnight rendezvous, not falling asleep afterwards, so A and B go get morning coffee together (they are both very grumpy but still enjoying each other’s company)

Inside jokes during sexy times bleed into their normal banter, leading to some questionable looks from their friends

A gets a little drunk and B expects them to slip up and expose their true relationship, but instead A is very wholesome and remains steadfast on their boundaries; B is so proud of them for this

B is desperately trying to get something off their mind, so A offers a distraction for the night… it’s Mario Kart and whoever loses owes the other a favor

Any of their plans to go out have to include wiggle room in case they get preoccupied (soon it’s not just B that’s always late to events)

While their friends are occupied in another room, A and B intertwine their bodies and try to stay quiet—key word here is TRY

“I bet A would really like [insert kink here]…” “Nah, they’re not really into that.” “How the fuck do you know that?”

All their friends take the BDSM test as a joke and A and B secretly take notes on what the other person likes/dislikes to make the benefits side better

If given the choice, A will always pick the seat next to B so they can tease them under the table

During a passionate session, A accidentally draws blood while gripping B’s back (A apologizes over and over while tending to B, who just has a shit-eating grin the whole time)

Whenever B cracks yet another terrible joke, A has to refrain from kissing it off their face

A and B take a break from the benefits whenever one of them wants to pursue someone else (your characters can have healthy boundaries and communication!!! I am BEGGING y’all to write characters that actually communicate with each other)

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dumplingsjinson · 1 year

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The morning after a one night stand ??

List of “the morning after a one night stand” prompts

“I’m confused— what happened last night? And also, are you naked? Why are you naked?”

“I need a rewind of last night, from start to finish. Physically.”

“I mean… I love when accidents happen?”

“That was a one night stand and you damn well know it.” “Yeah, but it didn’t feel like one.”

Character A waking up to an empty bed and a splitting headache.

“…This is going to become more than just a one night stand if you keep staring at me like that.” “You were awake this whole time?!”

“There were feelings — feelings I’m not so sure I liked feeling.”

“Stay for some breakfast?”

“Okay, I know we agreed for this to be a one night stand but… I kinda wanna break that agreement.”

Character A waking up to Character B snuggled up to them, their limbs entangled and their naked bodies pressing against each other’s.

“We were both drunk.” “We were far from drunk.”

“Everything aches.”

Character A, pinned under Character B, whose eyes are roaming their whole body, before they flicker back up to their eyes; dragging back down to their lips. “Since you can’t remember the details, then let me do the honour of triggering your memory from last night, yeah?”

“Last night was good practice.” “Bitch, what? Excuse me?”

“I still can’t get over how you knew just how I liked it without me needing to tell you.”

“So. Let’s talk about the ‘I love you’ you let slip?” “…Um, an even better idea. How about we don’t?”

“I wanna do that again.” “The point of a one night stand—” “It doesn’t have to be a one night stand.”

“You look good in my shirt.”

Character B pulling Character A back into bed with them, preventing them from leaving.

“I’m up for some morning sex if you are.”

“…That was a momentary lapse of judgement on my part.”

“Kinda don’t wanna get outta bed.”

“Dude, you fucked the living daylights out of me last night and you expect me to be able to walk properly?”

“I’m never drinking again.”

“We really shouldn’t have done that…”

“Do you regret it?” “I don’t… I don’t know.”

“Problem is, I don’t want this to be a one night stand.”

“You think I can’t make you sound like that again?”

Character A and Character B agreeing to not talk about this ever again.

“…I think feelings were involved in that.”

“We can always do that again if you’re down for it.”

“This.” Character A sighs. “It’s— it’s going to turn into a reoccurring thing…” they say, trailing off into a soft whimper as Character B thrusts their fingers into them again.

“Mistakes were made!” “That wasn’t a mistake.”

“Oh no.”

“…I’d give my soul to have you like that again.”

“You up for some brunch?” “Hell fucking yeah.”

“Because God forbid we fall in love after that.”

Character A waking up to Character B’s face smushed against the pillow and giggling a little. “Wake up, sleepy head,” they murmur, prodding their nose lightly. “Go away,” Character B grumbles, swatting their hand away. Something in Character A thuds against their chest. (Oh. It’s their heart. And there it goes, again, doing its daily fucking gymnastic routine whenever they’re near Character A.)

“Hit me up again so we can just hang.” “Just hang?” “…Yeah, you heard me. Just hang.”

“I can’t stop thinking about last night.”

“…We made bad decisions last night.” “I think we made great decisions.”

“You couldn’t have left evidence on more visible spots, could you?”

“…What’s this?” “My number. In case you want to call me… Or something.”

“Surely I’m not the only who doesn’t want this to end like this,” Character A murmurs into Character B’s neck.

“Want me to hit the right spots again?” Character B says softly, sending shivers running down Character A’s spine; hand splayed on their bare stomach. “Y-yes, please,” Character A answers, arms tightening around their neck. “Need you like I needed you last night.”

“You know what, as much as I like one night stands, I don’t like the idea of it when it comes to you.”

“I don’t want to sever this connection that we seem to have.”

“Funny thing is, I don’t regret what happened. And I want it to happen again. That’s far from regret.”

“Currently thinking of abolishing this one-time rule we made.”

“This is to be kept between you and me, got it?” “Wouldn’t dream of letting someone else know I had you moaning my name all night long, would I now?”

#long post #writing prompts #prompts #dialogue prompts #otp prompts #writing scenarios #request #one night stand prompts #smut prompts #fwb prompts #enemies with benefits prompts #i think you can tell i had way too much fun with this #i wanted to post this for SO LONGGG #suggestive prompts

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bilosan · 11 months

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buddie + friends with benefits au

(9-1-1 // gif prompts)

#911edit #buddieedit #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #911 fox #911 on fox #au #fwb au #buddie au #gif prompts #vicgifs

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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Short DPXDC Prompts #592

Harvey is mid bank heist when he hears “Harv? Is that you? It’s been so long!” From one of his hostages. Oh that voice was so incredibly familiar there’s no way-

Well he’ll be damned. Jack and Maddie Fenton, the couple he had a momentary fling with in college were pushing through the crowds and fully ignoring his goons pointing half a dozen guns at them as they made their way towards him.

———

Harvey couldn’t believe it. Jack and Maddie were still deeply in love and as crazy as ever, but they kept reaching out to him. They didn’t seem to mind him as the broken man that he is unlike another college friend. They treated him like a person. They didn’t expect his therapy and treatment to magically change him back to how he was, they just were happy that he was happy.

They mentioned once before that they messed up with how they treated their son but they realized their mistake and did their absolute damndest to make it up to their kids. They weren’t going to villainize their college ex. They were going to support him and be for him every step of the way.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #danny phantom #bones writes in the tags #bones prompts #what I’m saying is Harvey/Maddie/Jack could be a really cool pairing #college era fwb or college fling maybe? either way: they are in love #Harvey is a bastard who doesn’t understand that Maddie and Jack’s weapons and inventions they’re giving him #to cause chaos and crime in gotham is their way of showing their love towards him #they’re trying to help and they’re doing their best and their best is actually pretty damn good #they treat Two-Face and Harvey both like real people and they aren’t afraid of him. it’s a nice change of pace #Batman captures Jack and Maddie and they tell him that they’re shocked that Bruce didn’t get together with Harvey after college #first of all: holy fuck they know his identity #second of all: They’re just talking to him like an old college buddy who they haven’t caught up with in ages

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forestryprompts · 7 months

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Character A: You know, we're starting to look like an actual couple, holding hands in public and all.

Character B: Well, it's hard not to when you keep stealing kisses at every street corner.

Character A: I can't help it. I like the world knowing you're mine, even if it's not official.

Character B: Maybe it's time we made it official then.

#writing prompts #writing prompt #dialogue prompts #dialogue prompt #story starter #writerblr #writeblr #writing inspiration #prompt #prompts #fluff prompts #romance prompts #fwb prompt

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Au where adult Danny somehow scores a friends with benefits situation with Red Hood, but without the friends part (idk what its called.)

After a few months with no contact he assumes thier relationship-whatever it was- is over. After the fourth month he starts acting strange. He's turning whole buildings in Amity intangible to get years of accumulated grime off of them, he's deep cleaned his entire underground house and lab twice, he's even flooded the cave like floors with ectoplasm all on some strange compulsion. He really couldn't control himself. His friends suggested he might be trying to instinctively seduce RH or something by making his "territory" nicer

Danny bought into this theory up until a fight with the Box Ghost. Well, less of a fight and more of Danny chasing him and threatening him with soup time. It was when Dannys speed started flagging and Danny complaining about his lack of stamina lately that BG paused and excitedly announced, "OH ancients, you're pregnant! That's so great!" In front of everyone. People below that were watching the fight gasped or started texting or whatever. He knew at least one person was filming this. They always recorded his fights.

Phantom just floated there stunned as the ghost prattled on about how he and the Lunch Lady have been trying for a while (ew?!?!) but ghosts were naturally infertile so it was hard. Danny stopped listening and was having a panic attack while in mid air. How did this happen?! He was a guy! How long ago-? The only person he slept with was Red Hood! Oh ancients! His child's other parent was a crime lord that delivered a bag with actual severed heads to someone. He and Hood don't even know each other! Not really. They never met outside RH texting him for a night of fun. Thats all it was! All he really knew about him was that he was an undead antihero who was nice to children and was a widely feared crime lord and was involved in the drug trade. Crap.

Phantom whipped out his burner phone that he used almost exclusively for RH and blasted it apart, startling Boxy out of his rambling. RH didn't know about Phantom or about Danny. He didn't give him his real name and even if he did it wouldn't have mattered because he's not from that dimension anyway. RH never had to find out about this.

Too bad Danny is the unluckiest person (half)alive.

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erikahenningsen · 1 month

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Cady/Regina #1 plz

1. A kiss on the cheek

A/N: A continuation of this prompt

"I have to tell you something," Cady announces the moment that the door to Regina's bedroom shuts behind them.

"Is that why you were wiggling around like you had to pee in the car?" Regina asks. "I was going to suggest you get tested for a UTI."

Cady makes a face at her. "That's not funny."

"Thanks for the feedback."

"Anyway," Cady says, dropping her backpack onto the floor with a thud. She takes a deep breath, like she's about to give Regina the nuclear codes or something. "Aaron and I kissed."

Regina feels her smile freeze on her face. Obviously, this was a possibility—an inevitability. She had given Cady pretty much the hardest shove imaginable to do the deed. Yet, somehow she isn't prepared for this. For how much it feels like a punch to the gut.

Who knew sure, I'll teach you, the girl I have a crush on, how to kiss your boyfriend with my own mouth would backfire in this way? Regina immediately pushes the thought away; the longer she can keep from naming what she's feeling, the longer she has until it's real.

Right?

"Oh," she says, pretending to busy herself with taking her books out of her backpack and arranging them on her desk so she can get her shit together. "That's, um. Great."

If Cady picks up on Regina's forced response, she doesn't show it. She sits on the bed and sighs dreamily. It's all a little too cliche for Regina, and she briefly contemplates telling Cady to leave.

"And I just wanted to thank you," Cady says earnestly as Regina runs through a list of medical crises she could reasonably be having that wouldn't require her mom to get involved, and comes up empty.

"You're welcome," Regina says quickly. hoping this conversation will end there.

"Because it was perfect," Cady continues, blissfully unaware of the five-alarm fire raging in Regina's brain. "We went out to dinner, and when he dropped me off he walked me to my door, and I was a little worried because I had gotten garlic bread."

Regina runs out of things to straighten on her desk and turns around, feeling a little bad having her back to Cady for this entire conversation. Cady is grinning from ear to ear, that giddy, goofy smile Regina once thought was reserved just for her.

"But I just went for it, and I wasn't nervous at all," Cady finishes.

It isn't until Cady asks, "Are you okay?" that Regina realizes that she's just been staring at Cady in silence.

"Oh, yeah," Regina says. "Totally. That's really great, Cady."

"Are you sure?" Cady asks. She stands and crosses the room to Regina. "You're looking kind of red."

"I'm good," Regina says, more firmly. "Really."

Fake smile. Eye contact. Brief touch to Cady's arm. Totally under control.

"Okay," Cady says more brightly, obviously buying it.

Then, she does something Regina did not plan for: she wraps her arms around Regina's shoulders and hugs her, a brief but tight squeeze that immediately envelops Regina in Cady's perfume and the spices Cady's mom cooks with that seem to be permanently embedded in Cady's clothes.

Reflexively, she hugs back, and prays Cady doesn't feel how fast her heart is beating.

Cady rocks up on her toes and does something she's never done before: she kisses Regina on the cheek.

"Again, thank you," Cady says, releasing Regina and heading back over to her backpack to pull out her calculus textbook, like this is just a normal Thursday.

"Anytime," Regina says faintly. Her skin burns where Cady's lips touched her cheek.

She doesn't get much studying done after that.

#cadina #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #mean girls the musical #regina george #cady heron #prompts #ask #anonymous #everyone say thank you angie for voting for this to be fwb au #not saying i'm writing this in full anytime soon but if i were to get number 22 i might have plans for a part three.........

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rockonlavender · 2 months

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Sq prompt: Emma forgot to give that shirt back in season 1 and find it again years later. She decides to wear it again just to troll Regina. Regina's reaction is not what she expected...

Hello anon! I want to apologies for completing this prompt late but better late than never. I will be posting this story on ao3 as well, just need to come up with a title for it. So any suggestions is appreciated. Thank you to my beta @bytherosebushlaughing for her work! Enjoy!

Trigger warnings: none that I’m aware but if there is please let me know!

xxxx

If I had it my way, I would take the lead

And if I had it my way, I would take you deep

If my body had a say, I'd get it off my chest

Show you all the red lace underneath this dress

Emma shuffled through her closet, her fingers skimming over the array of tops hanging on the rod. Typically, she didn't fuss much about her wardrobe choices, but this morning felt different. She wanted to put in a little more effort to find the perfect top to pair with her black jeans and boots.

Frustration flickered across her features as she scanned through the various options, each one failing to meet her standards. But then, tucked away in the back of her closet, she spotted a hanger wrapped in a thin, clear plastic garment bag. A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips as she remembered exactly what lay within.

Carefully, she unzipped the bag and pulled out the blue silk blouse that had been stolen from Regina's closet by Henry almost three years ago. It was a thoughtful gesture from her son, who had taken it for Emma to wear after she had spilled hot chocolate on her original top. Emma had intended to return it to Regina once it was ready, but amidst the chaos of the curse being broken and new threats arising, the task had slipped her mind.

With the blouse now gracing her frame, Emma swiftly slipped it on, skillfully buttoning it up while leaving the top three buttons undone for a casual yet stylish touch. She tucked the blouse into her jeans and pulled it out slightly, perfecting the effortlessly chic look.

Stepping in front of her full-size mirror beside the bedroom door, Emma smoothed down her Sheffield badge on her jeans, ensuring every detail was just right.

For her hairstyle, Emma opted for a ponytail with a twist. Gathering her hair into a ponytail, she left a section loose to create a side braid before incorporating it into the rest of her hair. The result was a playful yet elegant look, with her curls bouncing at the ends of her ponytail.

Taking one last glance in the mirror, Emma couldn't help but smile at her reflection.

It was noon when Emma strode into Granny's, the familiar scent of home-cooked meals enveloping her as she made her way to retrieve her and the mayor's lunch. She had placed the order ahead of time, a routine they had established to make their busy days a little easier.

Greeting Ruby with a warm smile, Emma exchanged pleasantries with the young waitress, who had become a close friend over time. They chatted about their day and their plans for the upcoming weekend, Ruby's excitement palpable as she mentioned the fair that was happening over the weekend.

Emma nodded along, understanding the significance of the event for the townsfolk. The fair, announced by the Madam Mayor herself a couple of months ago, was a rare treat for Storybrooke, offering modern-day fair rides and attractions. While Emma didn't find the fair particularly thrilling, she looked forward to experiencing it with Henry.

As Emma stepped out of Granny's, the midday sun cast a warm glow over the quaint streets of Storybrooke. She approached her beloved yellow bug parked just outside the diner, she unlocked the door and settled into the driver's seat, the worn leather embracing her like an old friend. As she started the engine and pulled away from the curb, the gentle hum of the car filled the air, carrying her towards the next stop.

Regina's eyes lifted from her work at the soft knock on her door.

"Yes?" she called out, her voice tinged with curiosity, though her attention was fully captured when the door opened and closed swiftly. "Miss Swan—" she began, only to be interrupted by Emma's entrance.

"Madam Mayor, I figured you could use a lunch break," Emma interjected, holding up a takeout bag from Granny's with a warm smile.

Regina closed her laptop with a soft click before rising to her feet, her movements graceful yet deliberate. She rounded her large desk, her gaze fixed firmly on Emma as she approached.

"While I do appreciate the meal, Miss Swan," she began, her voice measured but tinged with curiosity, "Care to explain why you still have my blouse?"

Standing in front of Emma, Regina's dark eyes bore into the green pair opposite her, a silent challenge hanging in the air between them.

Emma shrugged.

“Honestly, I had forgotten all about it. I meant to return after it was done at the cleaners but the curse broke and well…shit hit the fan after that.”

Regina's lips curled into a subtle, sly grin as she regarded Emma.

"I see," she purred softly. Her gaze drifted briefly to the open buttons on Emma's blouse before returning to meet her eyes. "Well, I suppose we've both had our share of distractions." She extended her hand gracefully, her fingers lightly brushing against Emma's as she gestured towards the takeout bag. "Thank you for the lunch, regardless," she added, her voice low and husky.

The takeout bag found itself placed on top of the desk as Regina's fingers grazed Emma's, a jolt of electricity surged through her body, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

Her heart raced in her chest, the pounding of its rhythm echoing in her ears like a drumbeat. Heat surged from the depths of her core, spreading through her veins like wildfire, leaving her breathless and undone.

Emma swallowed hard, her voice trembling as she struggled to form coherent words. "Y-you’re welcome," she managed, her breath hitching in her throat.

The intensity of Regina's presence was overwhelming, leaving her dizzy with desire.

Regina's eyes held a smoldering intensity as she sensed Emma's reaction. The air between them crackled with an unspoken tension.

Regina's fingers trailed along the delicate fabric of the blouse, savoring the sensation as she pulled it out of Emma's pants. The silk felt cool and smooth against her skin, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine.

"Now, Emma," Regina began, her voice low and sultry. "About this blouse..."

She held the garment up between them, her eyes locking with Emma's as she let the implications hang in the air.

Emma's breath hitched as Regina's lips brushed against her ear, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through her veins. She felt herself being drawn closer, her hands instinctively finding their place on Regina's hips, anchoring her against the older woman's warm body.

"As much as I think you look decent in this top," Regina murmured against Emma's ear, "I have to say, Miss Swan, it looks much better on you when it's off and on the floor."

A soft moan escaped Emma's lips as Regina's words sent a shiver down her spine. The sensation of Regina's warm breath against her skin sent chills racing through her body, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't ignore.

Regina's fingers moved deftly, undoing the buttons of Emma's blouse with deliberate slowness, each one revealing more of her bare skin underneath. Emma's breath caught in her throat as Regina's touch sent shivers down her spine, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Is that so, Madam Mayor?" Emma's voice was barely a whisper, her lips hovering just inches from Regina's as she leaned in, her heart pounding in her chest.

Regina's dark eyes smoldered with desire as she met Emma's gaze, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Without a word, she continued to undress Emma with her eyes, her touch igniting a fire within her.

As the last button came undone, Emma's blouse fell open, revealing her soft, milky skin to Regina's hungry gaze. A low moan escaped Emma's lips as Regina's fingers trailed lightly over her exposed flesh, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Regina felt herself come undone, her fingertips tracing the smoothness of Emma's skin with reverence.

The sensation was like velvet against her touch, igniting a fire within her that she couldn't deny. Goosebumps rose on Emma's milky skin with every gentle caress, her abs rippling beneath Regina's touch, tempting her to explore further.

The desire to taste Emma's skin was overwhelming, the need to feel her warmth against her lips almost unbearable. Regina leaned in closer, her breath mingling with Emma's as she hovered just inches away, her lips tantalizingly close to Emma's exposed flesh.

With a hungry look in her eyes, Regina whispered softly, "You have no idea how much I want to taste you."

Her voice was barely a whisper, filled with longing and desire as she fought to control the urge to devour Emma whole.

“Gina, you can't say things like that..." Emma's voice was barely a whisper, her lips tantalizingly close to Regina's, the heat of their breath mingling in the space between them.

Regina's heart raced at the sound of Emma's voice, her breath hitching in anticipation as their lips drew closer. The air crackled with tension, each word a silent plea for more.

She leaned in closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull of Emma's presence.

Regina's voice trembled with a mixture of authority and vulnerability, her words a whispered plea that hung heavy in the air. Her eyes were fixed on Emma's soft pink lips, her desire evident in the way her hands fumbled with Emma's jeans.

"Emma, don't make me beg," Regina urged, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in closer, the heat of their bodies mingling in the intimate space between them. Her fingers trembled with anticipation as she sought to remove the barrier between them, her need for Emma palpable in every touch.

"But I like it when you beg, Madam Mayor." Emma teased.

Regina's breath hitched at Emma's teasing words, a shiver of anticipation running down her spine. Despite her attempt to maintain composure, a small smirk tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Oh, do you now?" Regina replied, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. The tension between them crackled in the air, their desires unspoken yet unmistakable.

"Oh, you know I do. And I love it even more when you're screaming for it," Emma teased, her lips dangerously close to Regina's, their breaths becoming one.

Regina's pulse quickened at Emma's words, her heart pounding in her chest as desire surged through her veins. Their closeness sent electric currents tingling across her skin, her body responding eagerly to Emma's proximity.

"Is that a promise, Miss Swan?" Regina whispered, her voice husky with desire as she leaned in closer, their lips mere centimeters apart.

Emma simply nodded and finally their lips met in a heated embrace, a surge of electricity coursed through their bodies, igniting a fire that had long smoldered between them. Regina's hands found their way to Emma's waist, pulling her closer as their tongues danced in a tantalizing rhythm.

Their kisses grew deeper, more urgent, each one a testament to the raw desire that simmered just beneath the surface. Emma's fingers tangled in Regina's hair, pulling her closer still, while Regina's nails traced gentle patterns along Emma's back, sending shivers down her spine.

Their breath mingled between kisses, hot and heavy with longing, as they lost themselves in each other completely. Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other's mouths with a hunger that bordered on desperation, their bodies pressed together in a passionate embrace.

With each touch, each caress, the tension between them mounted, building to a crescendo that threatened to consume them both.

As their lips continued to meet in a fervent dance, a soft knock on the door startled them both. Regina and Emma froze, their eyes meeting in a moment of shared hesitation. The interruption was unwelcome, but duty called, and they reluctantly began to pull away from each other, their breaths mingling in the still air of the office.

As their lips parted, Regina's heart pounded in her chest like a drumbeat, the rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. She quickly straightened her dress, her fingers fumbling with the fabric as she tried to compose herself. Beside her, Emma hastily buttoned her blouse back up, her movements mirroring Regina's sense of urgency.

Their shared moment of passion lingered in the air like a palpable heat, leaving them both with a sense of vulnerability and uncertainty. Regina's mind raced with conflicting emotions, a tumultuous whirlwind of desire and apprehension.

Emma's expression mirrored Regina's turmoil, her features drawn tight with a mixture of longing and hesitation. They exchanged a fleeting glance, their eyes speaking volumes even as their words failed them.

Regina's touch was gentle yet possessive as she pulled Emma closer by the loop of her jeans, their bodies drawn together in an intimate embrace. With her free hand cradling Emma's cheek, she leaned in for one final kiss, their lips meeting in a lingering caress that spoke of unspoken promises and shared longing.

As they reluctantly pulled away from each other, Regina's voice was soft but resolute. "We'll continue this later," she murmured, her words carrying a hint of anticipation and longing.

Emma's heart fluttered at Regina's promise, her own desire mirrored in the depths of her green eyes. With a nod of agreement, she stepped back, her fingers lingering against Regina's before reluctantly releasing their hold.

With a deep breath, Regina finally composed herself enough to call out, "Come in.”

The door opened slowly, revealing one of Regina's advisors, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene before him. Regina quickly schooled her features into a mask of professionalism, though she couldn't quite shake the memory of the passion they had just shared.

As her advisor launched into the details of the upcoming meeting, Regina stole a fleeting glance at Emma before she slipped out of her office, their eyes meeting briefly before she turned her attention back to the task at hand.

#swan queen #ouat #once upon a time #emma swan #regina mills #regina mills x emma swan #sq prompt #swan queen prompt #prompt #fic prompt #send me your prompts #fwb #swan queen fwb #i tried #anonymous

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dumplingsjinson · 1 year

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List of “just two besties who like to fool around with each other” prompts

“I need you.” “Oh God, don’t say that, you know I can’t say no to you when you’re like this.”

“You know it’s fine if you’re a little rough with me, right?” “But I don’t want to hurt you…” “It’s fine, I can take it. I want it rough. Please?”

“You never used to hold my hand in public like this.” “I guess I just like being close to you? In whatever physical way possible.”

Character A realising just how much clingier Character B can get after sex and secretly enjoying it even though they outwardly complain about it constantly. (Bonus: And then Character B suddenly stops being clingy and Character A’s thrown for a loop by it. “Did I do something wrong? Why won’t they cuddle with me afterwards? I can’t believe this, I need these cuddles more than I need anything else that happens before; you can’t just hook me on that good shit and then take it away from me.” Turns out, they might have complained a bit too much, which ended up getting to Character B’s head, so Character A decides to right their wrongs by initiating the cuddles instead.)

Character A becoming so familiar with how Character B reacts to their touch and taking immense pleasure in teasing the shit out of them and revelling in the noises they make before giving them what they want.

Post-coital snuggles that certainly don’t mean anything.

“I want to make you feel the way you make me feel,” Character A whispers, sending shivers skittering down Character B’s spine.

“You’ve been staying over a lot these days, even though it wasn’t something you used to do. What changed?” “I don’t know, I just like waking up to your face.”

“You’re staring at me like that again.” “Like what?” “Like you’re… Never mind.”

“How am I supposed to not read into things if you keep treating me like this?”

“…You promised me you wouldn’t fall in love with me so why did you…” “I can’t help what I feel. I’m sorry.”

“I shouldn’t have agreed to this.” “What? What the hell is that supposed tomean?” “Because you’re making it so hard for me to not fall in love with you.”

“What exactly are we doing right now?” Character A whispers, breathing ragged against Character B’s lips, their heart beating erratically in their chest. “Fooling around,” Character B answers, squeezing their waist. “We’re fooling around, that’s all. That’s what we’ve been doing all along, right?” (The look in their eyes says otherwise, but Character A chooses to ignore that as they give in once again.)

“Stop stealing my hoodies! They aren’t cheap, you thief!” “But they’re comfortable and they smell like you and I can hold onto them when I start to miss you being next to me.” “I’m— how can you say that with a straight face?”

“…So what are we?” “Friends who find each other extremely fuckable?” “Can you take me seriously for once—”

“Hey. Hey. Oh my God, why are you crying? Are you okay? Did I— did I do something wrong?” “No, it’s just— it’s just you’re always so gentle and caring with me and it makes me— it makes me feel like I don’t deserve you. No one’s ever treated me like you have.”

“Is it just me or are you and [name] really touchy-feely with each other these days?” “Huh? Of course not! We’re just really comfortable around each other, that’s all.”

Character A biting their lip and winking at Character B across the room and Character B going positively red in the face and Character C being like, “Hello? What the fuck is happening between you two? What’s with the atmosphere? I’m uncomfortable and want out.”

“Stop trying to eye fuck me across the room, people are starting to think something’s up.” “Well, let them think that for all I care. At least they know to keep their hands off of you.” “…Excuse me?”

“Look, the more we do this, the more I realise that I don’t want to just fool around with you. I want to— I want to hold your hand and kiss you and appreciate you in every way possible and to just… To just be with you. Do you…” Character A trails off, their voice quieting. “Do you get it?”

#fwb #friends with benefits prompts #friends to lovers #smut prompts #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #otp prompts #angst prompts #prompts #writing scenarios

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Insufferable (5/7)

Getting close to the endgame here, I think! I’ve been excited about this chapter of the Vox sickfic for a while. Previous chapters: 1 2 3 4

Next chapters: 6 7

Wavs: 1 3

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If Velvette believed in prayer, she would be praying for a miracle right now. Of course, ending up in hell tended to make one think that any god would be unlikely to help out. So she resigned herself to hoping for a new development.

When Vox stumbled out from the bedroom, he was lacking all of the enthusiasm and energy he’d had the previous times. His screen was full of tiny cracks, though it was unclear if this was a broken screen or just a malfunctioning display. The center of his screen had a bright spot but everything else was dull. “Ugh, what time is it?”

“Morning, Vox. It’s 10.”

“Shit,” he said, rubbing his sore head. “Didn’t I have an interview today?”

Velvette shook her head. “That was yesterday, and it’s already taken care of. All you need to do is rest, love.”

Vox sighed and collapsed on the couch, as if he had used up all of the day’s energy just by standing and saying a few words. “I feel fucking awful.”

Velvette just nodded. “I know.”

“And I just…” he paused, turning his head around the room. “Where’s that radio coming from? Why the fuck is there a radio in here?”

“I’m not hearing anything,” Velvette said. “And besides, there’s no more functioning electronics in this room anyway.”

“I could have sworn I heard… hhh’tzzzch!” A small shower of sparks fell from his screen.

“And that’s why there’s no functioning electronics in this room,” she added, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. “How’s that virus scan coming?” she asked, approaching his display.

“I have a virus?” Vox’s face froze, not like a broken program but rather like a shattered hope.

“And memory loss.”

“You sure you don’t hear that radio?”

She shook her head. “And hallucinations, apparently.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Val asked, walking in.

“Val, please tell me you hear that fucking obnoxious radio static.”

Val raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck are you talking about? All I hear is your fans whirring like a helicopter.”

“Fucking hell, I can hear his cackling too. Buzzing static and maniacal laughter and… heh’TZZZZCHT! Constant irritation.” He clawed at his arms. Valentino left the room and came back with an anti-itch lotion, rubbing it in generously. “Thanks, Val, but I don’t think that’s actually doing anything.”

Valentino shrugged. “Worth a try. Speaking of worth a try…” he found the volume controls on Vox’s side and turned them down. “Do you still hear the static now?” Vox’s mouth moved in response, but no sound emerged. “Damn it, he’s lost his voice again!” He blew some smoke into Vox’s vents and Velvette stared at him incredulously.

“You turned his speakers down, idiot! Of course you can’t hear him!” It was very strange to watch Vox sneeze with no sound. Just the flickering screen, the odd facial expressions, and the flurry of sparks. Eventually, she turned the volume back up just in time to catch the tail end of the fit.

“HHHH’TDDZZZZZSH! Heh’TZZZCHT! Hhh’TTTTZZZZZZCHHH!” Vox deliberately aimed the last few at Val to express his discomfort, and the other jumped from the shock. “Thanks for nothing,” he groaned, clawing at his throat. He grimaced and launched into a hacking cough, looking incredibly frustrated and confused when it was done. “You guys didn’t suddenly adopt a pet while I was asleep, did you?” Velvette and Val both shook their heads. “And Val, you haven’t seen Angel recently?”

“No, why?”

“Because I have the distinct sensation of fur in my mouth and it just won’t go away no matter what I do. Fucking gross.”

A warning popped up on Vox’s screen. “Sensors appear to be malfunctioning.” Yeah, no shit. Vox’s fans kicked into an even higher gear than the Vees had thought possible and he began to shiver so violently Velvette wondered if he was going to shut down for the fourth time since this disaster began.

“V-V-V-V-V-V…” Velvette and Val made eye contact with each other and then with Vox, having no way to tell which of them he was calling for. “V-V-Val, c-c-could you get me some… hhh’tzzzsh! S-s-some w-water?” Val nodded and came back with a cup of warm water. He handed it to Vox, whereupon it promptly fell out of the weak grip of the TV demon’s trembling hands. “Sorry.” Val began cleaning up the spill and winced when a sneeze from Vox electrocuted him through the puddle. “Sorry again.”

Velvette searched the cupboards for a pitcher with a spout, then filled it with more warm water and poured it into Vox’s mouth. She had to pause a few times to let him swallow, but eventually all the water was in his system. A small smile spread across his dim screen and he seemed a little calmer, though still clearly quite pathetic and uncomfortable.

His eyes went wide as he stared at a spot in the room. “Wait, what? Alastor… no. No, he can’t be here. There’s no way he’d get past security. It’s just… why does it feel so real?” He buried his face in the couch, trying to dull his senses but nothing worked. He began crying again, this time deep, wracking sobs that shook the whole couch as his fist pounded limply against the pillow. “Please, God, no! I can’t do this anymore!” Valentino’s eyes flitted towards the guns, but Velvette shook her head. Vox looked up at both of them, his screen crackling with energy that was somehow both weak and desparate. “How the hell am I supposed to deal with this?”

Before either of them could formulate a response, another warning popped up on the screen. “Virus removal has been halted due to insufficient resources. Recommend upgrading to stronger anti-virus protection… Checking for updates… No updates available. Try again later.” From the way Vox’s face fell so far it was practically off screen, it was clear he was aware of the message. “No! Please! I can’t… I’ll do anything!”

“Oh ho ho, anything, you say? This will be fun.” Velvette and Val winced as the voice rang out through the room, first from the sheer volume of it and then from the realization that now they could hear it too. This was far from the new development Velvette had been hoping for. But it was the new development they would have to face.

#my snezfic #snezbin hotel #I’m so nervous about the next chapter like I’ve had the idea for this twist for a while but actually writing it is nerve wracking #so pls be patient cause it may take me a while #and also your own theories and prompts are welcome as they may help with writers block or at least be fun to read lol #fun fact: shivering & stuttering & pouring water cause too weak to hold a cup happened irl last week #when I went to visit my FWB cause he was having a really bad allergy day

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creativepromptsforwriting · 1 year

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hey! i know you already have some, but anymore enemies w benefits prompts would be greatly appreciated!! this blog helps me tons. thank you so much! ^__^

Hi, I'm very happy to hear that this blog is helping you!

Enemies to friends with benefits

"I don't like you, I just find you hot."

"Meet me at our spot. Urgh, I can't believe we have a spot now."

"I hate you, but I hate your ass, so sue me."

"It's just sex, it's not that deep. Being sworn enemies... that is deep."

"Do not greet me in public. We still hate each other and no one can ever find out about this."

"If you're not an ass about it, then I can probably help you out with your little problem."

"I'm perfectly capable of having sex without any feelings."

"We're not telling anyone about this. This would be the end for both of us."

"I really hate that you're kind of hot."

"My side would kill me if they find out about me being in bad with the enemy."

"If you tell anyone about this, I will become an even worse enemy."

"No one can ever find out about this, do you understand?"

"I could pick someone else as a fuck buddy, but my therapist already told me I thrive on drama."

More: Enemies to friends with benefits Prompts

- Jana

#anon ask #enemies to friends with benefits #fwb #enemies to lovers #prompt list #writeblr #writing community #writers on tumblr #writing prompts #writing ideas

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player1064 · 2 months

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kate for someone reason thinking jamie is homophobic not sure why or how but she does (sara has me obsessed with the idea that they can’t stand each other now lol) and then him introducing her to gary and she’s like 🤯 ft. micah in the corner like you didn’t know he never shuts up about him???

god Kate and Jamie literally CANNOT STAND EACH OTHER!!! I'm OBSESSED with that dynamic tbh!!!!!!! As always. this one is much longer than intended...

Also, don't need to have read it but this is technically intended to tie in to my fic Happy wife, happy life (but tldr Jamie regularly calls Gary his wife partly to keep their relationship under wraps but mostly bc. he finds it funny to call Gary his wife.)

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“Obviously we’re done for the season right before pride month kicks off,” one of the CBS producers is saying, eyes darting over something on an iPad. “And since you four have been pretty popular we were thinking of including you in some of those ad campaigns, so if I could just get some dates off of all of you –”

“No,” Jamie says immediately.

All three of his colleagues snap their heads up to him, but only Kate looks at him coolly and says “no?”

Micah, because he’s Micah, chuckles and slaps Jamie in the shoulder, trying to diffuse some of the new tension in the air. “Not like you to turn down extra cash, Carra.”

Jamie rolls his eyes, pretends not to notice the way Kate’s eyes are burning into him. “Check my contract. Wish I could, honest,” he says to the producer, feeling very very glad that he had a clause added to his contract specifically so that he doesn’t have to take part in things like this, “But it just wouldn’t be do-able. You lot ‘ave fun, though, with yer rainbows and yer glitter.”

Kate just looks at him incredulously. “This is one thing you decide to take a stand on, mister ‘I don’t care about politics’?”

Rainbows just don’t really suit Jamie, is the thing. Nor does the extra scrutiny that comes from wearing rainbows.

Doesn’t really matter to him what Kate thinks of him, though, so he just shrugs and continues packing up his stuff for the day.

“Jamie – Jamie, I finally got onto Raya, can you have a look at my profile?”

Jamie looks up at Micah with a frown. “What the fuck is a Raya?”

“It’s a dating app,” Kate says from her end of the desk, in that unimpressed tone of hers that makes Jamie wonder why she’s bothering to insert herself into the conversation at all.

“An exclusive dating app,” Micah corrects, wiggling his phone in front of Jamie.

“Weren’t you already seeing someone?” asks Jamie, but he accepts the phone with a sigh and puts his glasses on. “I don’t – I’ve never used one of these things, what am I meant to be lookin’ at?”

Micah shrugs. “Didn’t work out,” he says breezily. “How have you never used a dating app, you’ve not been married that long. And look at yourself, you can’t tell me you weren’t a player before Mrs Carra came along.”

Jamie had got around a bit, in his playing days. Not much, mind, because he’d had to be careful, but he’d done alright. Unfortunately – and this is not something he’ll ever admit to anyone, even under duress – any thoughts of that had gone out the window the moment he’d walked onto the Sky campus after retiring.

“You’re right,” he says with a wink, “look at me. As if I’d need an app to find myself a bird. Why’d you want me to look at this, I’m not exactly your target audience. ‘less there’s somethin’ you’re not tellin’ us,” he adds, elbowing Micah and waggling his eyebrows.

Kate looks on unimpressed as the two of them double over in laughter. “Not that any of us would have a problem if you were, right Jamie?” she says haughtily.

Jamie catches Micah’s eye and has to fight back another bout of laughter. “Dunno,” he says, “I can think of one or two problems I’d ‘ave if Big Meeks here suddenly tried hittin’ on me.”

Micah bursts out laughing again, his hand clapping to Jamie’s forearm, and Jamie can’t help but join in – it��s infectious, okay?

“God,” Micah says, wiping a tear from his eye, “can you imagine how your missus would react. I’d never be able to work in television again.”

“Nah, she’d prob’ly send you a fruit basket, thank you for taking me off ‘er hands.”

Kate clears her throat and the two of them sober immediately at the sight of her raised eyebrow. “Maybe cool it with the outdated banter,” she says, “or do I need to remind you boys that you’re not in a dressing room anymore?”

She storms off, he heels click-clicking away as Jamie and Micah look at each other and try (and fail) not to start laughing again.

“You didn’t want to bring your wife to the end of season party, then?” Kate asks politely, looking slowly around the room.

“Huh?” Jamie says eloquently, because he’s had a couple of glasses of prosecco and he’s not thinking as quickly as he usually might. “Oh, the missus. Yeah, she’s here but – I dunno, she’s a bit shy, like. You didn’t invite Malik?”

Kate rolls her eyes, the way she always does when Jamie mentions her boyfriend. “Well, he lives in America. So.”

“Carra,” an annoying voice calls from just behind him, “Carra, come over ‘n meet Schmeichel? I’ve not seen ‘im in years, d’you know, I think I’d forgot how tall he was.”

Jamie puts a hand on the small of Gary’s back to keep him from bouncing around too much (the man is such a lightweight, it’s embarrassing), and says “I’ve already met Peter, you dolt. I work with ‘im, remember?”

Gary squints at him for a second. “You drag me all the way down to London, and then y’can’t even be bothered to –” he finally seems to realise that Jamie had been talking to someone, because he quickly shakes his head around a bit and holds a hand out to Kate with a smile. “You’re Kate, right? I love what you do on the show, honest, I’m always sayin’ people need to be meaner to James here.”

Jamie thinks he sees Kate blush a bit, like she hadn’t realised anyone else had noticed her dislike of Jamie, but she takes Gary’s offered hand anyway. “And of course you’re the famous Gary Neville, I’ve heard a lot about you,” she greets. “But aren't you still with Sky? What brings you to our little operation here?”

“Scopin’ out the competition,” he says with a wink, then turns back to Jamie. “Carra – Peter?”

“I said no! I’ll talk to him later, stop badgerin’ me.”

“Did you two travel down from Manchester together?” asks Kate, “You know, Jamie seems so invested in my relationship but none of us have ever met his wife, do you know where she’s got to?”

“Ah, his fuckin’ wife,” Gary mutters, smirking up at Jamie. Jamie winks in reply and slips his hand down a bit to pinch him on the arse.

Micah comes over, his tuxedo strained against his biceps, and he pulls Gary away from Jamie to throw an arm around his shoulder in a half-hug.

(Gary squirms a bit at the unexpected contact, but he still gives Micah a friendly pat on the chest.)

“Big Nev! It’s been ages, man – Jamie told us you were coming, but he’s promised that before and not delivered.”

“Been pretty busy, up in Manchester,” Gary says with a shrug, carefully extracting himself from under Micah’s arm and returning to Jamie’s side. “But I’m obliged to do the plus one thing at least two –” (“Three,” Jamie corrects,) “—fine, three times a year, and I figure there’re worse places to be.”

“Aw, you love it really,” Micah says. “I’ve always kind of wondered what it’s like to be a WAG.”

Gary rolls his eyes. “It’s a thankless job, to be fair.” He pokes Jamie in the bicep and adds “I’m going back to talk t' Peter, you miserable old twat. Honest, I’m always talkin' to Scousers fer you.”

“I already know –” Jamie starts to protest, but Gary’s already wandered off. “Ugh. Sorry about ‘im. You can’t take Mancs anywhere, can ya?”

The two Mancs he’s talking to look at him, unimpressed.

“He seemed nice,” Kate says carefully.

“He’s not,” Jamie replies.

“Good summer?” Micah asks, their first show back after the break.

“Brilliant,” Jamie replies with a grin. “It were my turn to choose the destination, so –”

“Ibiza?”

He nods. “Ibiza. The house was done just in time, too.”

“You know, I can’t really imagine Gary in Ibiza.”

“Oh, he hates it. Complained the whole time, but he does that wherever we go.”

He becomes aware that Kate is watching them from across the desk, not trying to hide that she’s listening to their conversation with curiosity. Jamie nods to her, all polite like. “Hows about you, Kate, good summer?”

“It was fine, I –” she shakes her head. “Sorry, you’re saying you go on holiday with Gary Neville?”

Micah scoffs. “Who else would he go with?” he asks, and Jamie points to him in agreement.

“I dunno, his wife?”

Jamie blinks.

He thought he’d got all this out the way, dragging Gary along to the party a couple of months ago. Apparently not.

“Gary is my wife,” he says, then suddenly feels very stupid saying that to someone who’s not already in on the joke, so he corrects to “my husband, I mean. Obviously he’s not – he’s a man. Obviously.”

Kate’s eyes are wide, unblinking. She looks between Jamie and Micah, lips pressed together while her brain seems to be buffering.

“You’re married to a man?” she says eventually. “But you’re not gay, I mean – you’re –”

Jamie, who last time he checked definitely was gay, raises an eyebrow, amused. “I’m what?”

“You’re a footballer,” she attempts, and oh, this is far too easy.

“Bit ‘omophobic, that, sayin’ footballers can’t be gay,” he replies, holding back a smirk.

“Oh shut up, you know what I – you’re a lad! You’re always with the banter, and the…”

Thierry wanders over, freshly brewed cup of tea in hand. “What have you two done this time?” he asks, looking pointedly at Jamie and Micah.

Jamie raises his hands to protest his innocence.

“Thierry,” Kate asks, reaching a hand out towards him, “did you know Jamie’s married to a man?”

Thierry rolls his eyes. “Ugh, fucking Neville,” he replies, and goes to sit down.

#thank you for the prompt I LOVED this and also. I've been waiting for an excuse to write more for that fic so heheeee here we are #carraville #drabbles #also in this universe since i never got into it in the main fic or in this drabble. jamie and gary got together after valencia #except it was more like a weird situationship/fwb thing for years and then they spent lockdown together and when things opened up were like #'hey why dont we get married lol'. and now are very happy together (always insulting each other)#wife gary saga

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tell 'em i'm a good kisser

Van finds herself stranded on the side of the freeway. Rescue comes in the form of a beautiful stranger with a truly idiotic price:

She just needs a fake girlfriend. Just for a little while. Just to avoid a few unfortunate feelings.

(A Tumblr prompt fill [owltrifecta]: Taivan meet cute.)

chapter 1/2 - sunburnt

chapter 2/2 - someone else's movie

M, 58k words

Taissa Turner considers herself one of the smartest people in just about any room—but even she has to admit that this? Might not have been her finest hour. “You sure you want to do this?” It’s the sixth time she’s asked. Six times granting them both an escape, a get out of jail free card. Six times—and, for the sixth goddamn time, Van only laughs. “If you want to bail, just say the word.” A challenge, if Tai’s ever heard one.

#fanfiction #yellowjackets #yj fic #taivan #taissa turner #van palmer #remember when a simple prompt accidentally spiraled into the longest AU i've done for this ship yet? me neither #anyway: for all your classically-stupid rom-com needs! all your fake dating! all your fwb! look no further!#truly a masterclass in failure to communicate. we are so so proud of them

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forestryprompts · 6 months

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Character A: We're like the masters of this whole 'friends with benefits' thing.

Character B: We do have it down to a science, don't we?

Character A: But what if we're also experts at pretending we're not falling for each other?

#dialogue prompts #story starter #writeblr #writerblr #writing inspiration #writing prompt #dialogue prompt #writing prompts #prompts #prompt #writing ideas #writing #otp prompts #imagine your otp #imagine your ocs #oc prompts #romance prompts #fwb prompt #friends with benifits

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lokis-wager · 1 year

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Friends with Benefits - Dialogue Prompts

"I brought ice cream!" "Why did you bring ice cream to a hookup? This explains so much about why you're single."

"Just this once, okay? Please... I want to fuck you." "You don't have to be so dramatic about it, but sure."

"Want to pretend to be my boyfriend so I don't feel like a failure at my family's Christmas party this year?" "Only if you promise to play the new CoD with me."

"Wow, I thought you'd be good at sex. This 'friends with benefits' thing doesn't have a lot of benefits for me." "Oh, everyone's a critic."

"You know, I don't love you, but I do like you more and more every time we hook up." "Me too. I guess we're, umm, falling in like?"

"I just want something casual, but not too casual. I want to know the guy I'm fucking, but I also don't want to know the guy I'm fucking." "Are you high?"

"Hey want to fuck after class today?" "Can't, I've got practice tonight. If you want to stay up late for me, I can be over around 11." "I'm not staying up late for you. But I'll probably be up that late anyway, so just come over."

"So do I sleep over after we're done? Is this a combo sleepover and hookup kind of deal?" "No, it's not a sleepover, but we can cuddle before you leave."

"What if it's weird after we do this? Like what if I start to really like you, and can't be friends anymore?" "Listen. There's only one rule. No matter what, we're both still friends. Whether you love me or hate me, just keep that to yourself."

"Stop it, we're not holding hands." "Oh, so we can fuck bareback in your kitchen, but not hold hands?"

#writing prompt #dialogue prompt #relationship prompts #fwb #friend with benefits prompts

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literali1110 · 2 years

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Chenford + “next time, wake me up before you leave”

“Lucy.”

Lucy turns at the sound of her name, clutching the clothing she hadn’t managed to put on yet to her chest.

“Sorry,” she whispers to him, “I was trying not to wake you.”

“And leave without saying goodbye?” There’s a touch of hurt in his voice.

She takes a few steps towards him, explaining, “I wanted you to get another full hour of sleep before your alarm goes off. We didn’t get much sleep last night…”

The smirk he gives her as he no doubt remembers what they’d done last night should be illegal. “You know you could just stay here and get the extra hour…”

The way he’s looking at her, eyes running unabashedly over her undressed state, his hair mused, and bare chest on display, is really making it hard to say no.

But they’ve discussed this already, numerous times.

“You know why I can’t stay, Tim.” She needs to get home before Tamara wakes up and wonders where she’s been all night, and she definitely doesn’t want any of their extremely observant coworkers taking note if she and Tim were to arrive at the station at the same time, from the same direction.

But she knows they can’t continue doing this forever. Whatever this is. They’re going to have to have a real talk about it soon. But it’s just, she’s been enjoying the not talking part so much. And she’s not ready to complicate it with serious discussions about what it’ll mean for them at work. Or about feelings. Because there may be a tiny part of her that’s scared this means more to her than it does to him.

And it means everything to her.

“I know,” Tim sighs, leaning his head back against his pillow. And then, he pushes himself up and out of bed, sauntering over to her in all of his naked glory.

He pulls her towards him, molding their bodies together as much as possible with her pile of clothes between them. It’s still close enough that she can feel how one part of him is clearly not tired. She tries to hold back a moan and fails. He captures her lips in a fervent kiss, licking into her mouth, and she responds with enthusiasm, nipping and sucking on his bottom lip. His hands are all over, tracing over her arms, and back, and lower. Memories of the night before, and the numerous rounds that started just like this, flash through her mind.

Tim pulls back from the kiss and she whimpers at the loss, chasing after his lips, but he’s too far away now. He looked pointedly down at the clothing in her arms, reminding her that she was the one who decided to leave. A decision she’s this close to changing.

“Go,” he tells her, somewhat gruffly, fixing her with an intense gaze, “but next time, wake me up before you leave.”

#chenford #chenford fanfic #chenford drabble #my fic #is it a secret relationship or fwb #idk you tell me #little angsty little smutty #i am answering these prompts in the order my muse determines #hope thats ok!

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