#Sensory Prompts

[sionisjaune]

98 for brocedes :)

Sensory prompts! 98. low smoke lingering and diffusing to a smudged haze in humid summer air

It’s just Nico and Lewis left by the time the fire has died. Lewis finds himself inhaling the smell of char floating on the warm night air and wincing when it stings his eyes. On the other side of the fire, Nico is bundled up to his chin in a Mercedes-branded thermal blanket. Whoever said a team camping trip would be a good bonding exercise had obviously not taken into consideration Nico’s poor tolerance of non-Mediterranean climates. 

“What,” says Nico, sharply. 

“Huh?” says Lewis. His eyes are squinted half-shut from the smoke. 

“You’re staring,” says Nico. 

“I’m not,” says Lewis. “Just—looking.” 

“Looking at what,” says Nico, his mouth twisting. Lewis can’t help but recall the sloppy seal it made around his dick in the humid early morning, cloistered inside Lewis’s sleeping bag, Nico’s sweaty palm on the inside of his thigh. 

“Just… behind you,” says Lewis. Nico twists around in his camp chair to look. “The stars look—nice.” 

Nico untwists, facing Lewis again with a placid expression. Lewis’s throat is dry when he swallows. He wonders if it’s always going to be this good—Nico at his side, whatever it is between them blossoming into something secret and intimate. 

“Yeah,” says Nico. Small wrinkles appear over his nose. Lewis can see them even through the smoke lingering above the dying embers. “Nice.”

[scealaiscoite]

You got any prompts for being out in/watching the rain?

— "you're soaked! take my jacket."¹ "but then you'll get drowned!"² "better me than you."¹

— "god, i really missed this weather."

— "of course, it just has to piss rain when i've got things to do."

— "i'll never understand how you find this peaceful. it's a nightmare!"

— "come inside, you'll catch your death out there."

— "layer up! it's freezing out there."

— "i think it's going to start thundering soon."

— "you're not really scared of storms, are you?"

— "just stay for a little longer! come cuddle and watch the rain with me."

— "i think we're long overdue a rainy day in."

— "you'll be fine, just run between the drops."

— "it's just rain! it won't kill you."

— "god, what i wouldn't give for some sunshine right now."

— "was that lightning?! i think it was!"

— "oh calm down, it'll pass."

[elismor]

Hellooo <3. For the Sensory prompts, how about:

5. Trying to walk on ice. With your darling Flood and anyone else (or more than one), from the 212th, of your choosing?

:D

@cacodaemonia also requested this one, so you guys have to share. :)

[fatale-distraction]

A swim in the sea for Ellana and Solas please from the sensory prompts list!

I am so outrageously happy to receive this one

Because hilariously enough

Ellana can’t swim. 😂

Here’s some Y2K AU

Sensory Prompts

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Solas let his head fall back to embrace the hot sun above as dark, salty water lapped at his chest. Another few steps and he submerged completely, echoing blue silence enveloping him in a cold embrace.

He exhaled hard as he resurfaced, shaking water out of his eyes as he treaded in place; took a moment to refill his lungs.

He couldn’t remember when the last time he’d been to the beach was, only remembered the horrific burns he’d gotten on his neck and shoulders, Higher Love blasting through the speakers of June’s car radio, the smell of beer, bonfire, and burnt burgers. Sylaise and Andruil stoned out of their minds. The twins wrestling in the sand while Ghil pelted them with marshmallows. It must’ve been ten years at least.

When was the last time he’d spoken to any of them?

Before he could render himself too melancholy, Solas dipped forward and started back to shore with strong, languid pulls. As he drew close enough to touch his feet to the coarse sand, he could make out a smallish, red haired blob sitting in the sand, sorting shells in her lap as the waves teased at her feet. A cloud passed over head and her long, long curls blew in a soft gust of wind.

She usually kept her hair up.

Solas had nearly tripped over Dorian’s beach chair when he’d caught sight of her, the long red mass swinging tantalizingly around her ample hips.

“Miss Lavellan,” he called out as he trudged up the beach, water sluicing down his body. Her violet eyes flicked up and down and he was irrationally pleased to see her freckled cheeks flush. “Why aren’t you enjoying the water with everyone else?”

“Who else is going to catalogue all the different kinds of identical white shells?” She held up a string of them that clattered musically together.

His unamused stare took a moment longer than usual to draw the truth out of her.

“I can’t swim,” Ellana admitted, dropping her hands into her lap with finality. “You go on, I’m perfectly happy guarding the beach towels. And the shells.”

Absolutely not.

“Get up, Miss Lavellan,” instructed Solas, crossing his arms. She was already protesting. “You must know how to swim. What if there’s an emergency?”

“Then someone’s dying, I guess.”

“No, you are going to learn.”

“Nnno.”

“Stand up, da’assan.”

“Make me, hahren.”

Heat raged through his veins. The defiant way she tilted her chin up at him and the bratty retort, mirroring his cadence and elvhen endearment…Ellana had mastered the art of riling him up in a remarkably short time frame. It drove him mad in the worst and best ways.

“Oh,” he huffed a laugh, unfolding his arms and advancing. “Oh, my dear, I would be DELIGHTED to.”

The younger woman crab-scrambled away in vain. “No, I only meant—…”

He leaned down and scooped her up into his arms like she were a particularly loud, flailing sack of flour.

“Professor, don’t you DARE, I will bite you—…” Ellana tried to clamber over his shoulder as he turned and strode into the water.

“Hahren!!” The moment the water rose around her legs, she clung to him like a frog to a tree branch, limbs wrapped around him. Solas kept his own arms tight around her middle.

“I’m not going to let you go, Ellana,” he informed her so softly she could barely make it out over the waves.

A gull cried out. She glanced up at him. He met her gaze soberly. Slowly she loosened her legs from around his waist and let her lower half drift into the cold water. Her arms were still locked around his neck like a vice. He could feel her heart pounding against his own.

“You’re an asshole,” she squeaked.

“You’re a stubborn pest,” he returned without venom.

She was pretty even when she scowled. “If I drown, my sister will murder you so hard they’ll never find your body.”

“I haven’t the slightest doubt of that.” Solas had no misapprehensions regarding Evelyn Lavellan’s determined dislike of him. The dark-haired woman wouldn’t even need as serious an excuse as the untimely death of her favorite sibling. An imagined slight would do just as well to earn her ire.

“You won’t let go?”

“I promise.”

The young woman bit her lips, already pink with the wind and cold water, now reddening so temptingly. Solas felt heat rise all the way up to his ears. With great care, she pried herself loose from his neck and settled for clinging to his arms while she treaded water. True to his word, Solas kept a firm grip on her elbows.

“You see?” he said with encouragement. “You’re doing just fine. Just keep kicking.”

“If you let go I will haunt you,” came the shaky reply.

“Ellana,” the strong tone drew her attention from the water beneath her to his intent gaze. “I won’t let you go.”

[eridanidreams]

Cait and Sam: Jacket draped over your shoulders please 😊

Cait rubbed her hands against her arms as the wind picked up, knowing it wasn't just the freshening wind that sent a chill through her. Too much death. And she'd been the one meting it out. For a biting moment, she wasn't sure who she hated more: the ruthless, capable killer she'd turned out to be, the Spacers for forcing her to be that person, or the nameless shadows who had made her something—other—than human.

"You know," Sam was saying awkwardly, "I never thought I'd say this about UC marines, but… I'm glad you were here."

Myeong laughed, low and rich. "High praise, Ranger Coe." Faintly, she felt Sam's shock at Myeong's recognition. "But your captain looks all done in. I think Lieutenant Torres and his people can take care of the remaining cleanup here."

"Yeah," Sam agreed, "I'd say this infestation of Spacers is pretty well done for." Cait tried not to tremble at the touch of his hand on her shoulder. "C'mon, love," he said, in a tone intended for her ears alone. "Let's get you back to the ship." His presence shivered across her nerves, the sharp staticky spikes of his adrenaline arcing along her spine. Her skin itched under conflicting impulses—runfightfuckfightrun—and it was all she could do to simply let herself be guided by the gentle pressure. "Hold up a sec," he paused. "Goddamn, Cait, how the hell did you survive that?" He tugged at the shredded, blood-soaked remains of her jacket, finally dropping the ruined leather and fabric on the ground.

"Most of it's not mine," she managed to whisper.

"Which is still more than I like, babe," he retorted. "Here." She smelled it almost before she felt it, leather and spice and the pleasant musk of Sam-sweat, and the warmth it held was as much from the heat of his body as it was the jacket's own weight. "That should hold you." He followed it by an arm around her shoulders. "I've already radioed the ship. Andreja's got the medkit ready and Cora's heating up some of that tea you like."

"Sam—" she didn't have the energy to put up much of a protest, but the events of the day had made certain things uncomfortably clear. "We—we need to talk."

"Tomorrow," Sam said, firmly. "Whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow. Tonight, we're gonna take care of you, and then you and I are gonna hold each other and be damned happy we lived to see another morning, okay?"

Cait knew it was a bad idea—hadn't he seen, didn't he understand what she was? How dangerous she could be to him? But the lure of his presence, the warmth of his embrace, were too enticing. "Okay," she said, hoping all he heard in her voice was tired. "Okay." Surely there would be no harm in one more night in his arms.

Surely.

[fangbangerghoul]

Chimes in wind for Erik and Ghoul please! (No pressure but if you want)

Thank you! I got a little something something! Also thank you for creating this post! I loved all the different sensory prompts!

The hot sand of Battahl burned through her sandals as she heaved the aching air. Her back was to Erik as he grounded his feet behind her. Their stances were rigid, patient, both allowing a moment to rest but ready to act in a moment’s notice. Ghoul could feel the sweat rolling off them and where their backs met, she could no longer tell where whose sweat ended and whose began. They both were exhausted and in need of water but unfortunately a group of Knackers that surrounded the two of them took priority. There was a slight breeze that kissed Ghoul’s skin and provided a small relief. She felt her sweat cooling on her forehead and just as she was about to take another deep breath of the cooler air a Knacker jumped towards her. Her blades were on guard, clanging with the stone weapons the enemy had. Erik bent forward to allow her to lean onto his back to lift her up and she kicked it in the face before it got any closer. She slid off Erik and knelt to the ground so his giant steel could swing in a circular motion above her, using its length to their advantage and pushing off the nearing crowd. Several of the knackers had weird elaborate decorations that hung off them, bones tied to strings and rusted stolen pots to chime as they moved. The obnoxious sounds carried in the winds around them adding confusion when many were around at once which was probably the creature’s purpose in having them. “Ready to fly?” Erik asked her with a gleaming grin. She could tell how much he was enjoying the odds being stacked against them. If anyone was itching for a challenge like this it would be her Erik. Ghoul kicked back another Knacker that was getting too close and as she returned to her spot by Erik, she stood on his large sword he had pointed to the ground. Without a second to think he threw her in the air and she got to enjoy another cooling sensation as she effortlessly let herself fly upwards. It was the down part she would have to be mindful of and as they had practiced, she led her body to the other side of the group that surrounded them and managed to flip onto her feet. Her daggers danced within her hands as she immediately began to tear into the creatures ahead of her. Digging and clawing herself back to Erik.

[bearlytolerant]

Vergado

Embers floating into the night sky before disappearing

Breathing in the dark

The edge of his boot isn’t even visible in the fog but he keeps pushing forward to where he last heard her voice. He should be close. Chest heaving as the last remnants of daylight sink into the horizon, he stumbles through darkness and fog. But he spots one single ember float into the night sky. It glows warm and bright like the hope blooming in his chest. Flickers, then fades against the backdrop of the blackest sea. Steadying his breath he runs.

And runs.

Then stumbles.

Sprawling against the ground, his boots are caught up in a tangle of something. He glances over his shoulder, attempting to catch his breath and the fog pulls back like a cruel curtain. Teal strands on a bloodied and charred body. It can’t be but he knows it is.

A cry of anguish rips through his chest and lashes out in grief against the sky.

[phoebe-of-ivalice]

Sensory Prompts - Green wine bottles

Sunlight gently leaks into a darkened inn room. It grows longer as the hour goes by, reflecting off the verdant colored glass of the wine bottles on the floor. Each one is empty, some gathering a thin layer of dust as time marches forward. A twinkle of color splashes across the hard wood, playfully climbing the bedside and ending perfectly on the sleeping face of a nearby Viera.

Heavy lids lift unwillingly, greeted by the brilliant reflections of too many evening here by herself. A soft groan escapes her lips and her brows knit together in frustration. She always preferred her dreams to the harsh realities she would have to face. She stumbles out of the bed, feet knocking the glass bottles over as she sways on unbalanced legs. She reluctantly peels back the curtain, peering past the grime and frost covered panes into the lanes of Ishgard below.

She shivers as morning chill brushes across her bare arms and wraps them tightly around her body. A dull ache pulses in the back of her head and a hiss escapes between her lips. She wasn’t ready to face it all yet, to face them. She had done her part, put on the stoic face of the hero they expected her to be. Here where only the reflection in the mirror could place judgment, she could let go and be vulnerable.

The scowl on her face softens as she watches a couple on their way to the Jeweled Crozier. They smile and laugh at some exchange, leaving a sharp tug on her heartstrings. Bittersweet memories well up inside as she reminds herself she does this for them... for all the people of Eorzea.

And what have any of them ever done for you? How much more will you let them take? The small voice from the darkest realms of her mind calls to her, its cold fingers taking its grasp once again around her heart. Guilt comes flooding in behind the anger and she yanks the drapes shut. She reaches for a bottle standing on the desk, the wax seal quickly removed by the dagger laying nearby. No, today was not the day she would face the world without him. Perhaps tomorrow she will have the strength to place the hero's mask back on... but not today.

@catscratching thank you for the prompt! This one always reminded me of the wine bottles scattered all over the inn room in Ishgard. I personally headcanon that Phoebe had an extremely difficult time with the events in Ul'dah and losing Haurchefant but never felt she could grieve openly. It also ties in well with the dark knight questline. Hope you enjoy and thanks again!!!

If anyone would like to send in a prompt, find the rest of the prompt list HERE!

[loonybun]

SENSORY WHUMP!!!

- Loud, unpredictable noises to keep whumpee awake and alert

- Strong smells. It doesn’t matter if it’s something that would typically be considered a nice smell. Under the right circumstances or amount of time, anything from the smell of a warm meal to a fancy perfume can invoke nausea.

- A nice bit of pavlov! Associating certain things, such as sounds or sensations, with certain behaviors.

- Just the feeling of a weapon pressed against skin. Not breaking it, not even causing any physical pain, just keeping someone in suspense.

- Sensory-enhancing drugs

- Keeping a whumpee bundled up even in hot weather. Yeah it’s 80 degrees but if you take off that winter coat you’re not getting anything when it hits 20.

- Beating up a blindfolded whumpee. They have no idea where they’re going to be hit next or when.

- Forcing a whumpee to touch an exposed innard or gut. Come face to face with your own mortality AND weird uncomfortable feeling.

- Headphones constantly blasting loud noises. (for work i sometimes have to take orders with headphones and god it is so so painful whenever someone just yells directly into my ears. i am projecting.)

[jordanstrophe]

Whumpee’s tied down in a hospital gown gagged and blindfolded. 

The gag is so they don’t bite.

The blindfold is so no one has to look into their eyes when they run unethical experiments.

Besides, they’re here for the science, not torture. They had the stomach for blood but not for the crying.

[jesuistrestriste]

Punishing sub Art by blindfolding him during sex 😩

i think he’d think it was sooo silly at first. he’d full-on make fun of it! giggling as he blindly turns his head towards wherever your voice is coming from, the strip of fabric shielding his vision. “i feel dumb. this feels… dumb.”

and then you go from being several feet away from him to being inches from his neck, your warm breathing washing over his skin as you whisper into his ear, “oh? then maybe i’ll just take it off..”

but a whimper bubbles up in his chest and he’s too aroused to stop it from spilling out. he’s instantly reaching out for your body and fumbling to grab at your clothes; his cock swelling as a shiver passes through his form.

one thing leads to another, and then you’re fucking yourself on his cock. your tight, slick, squeezing core sliding up and down his throbbing length as you hold his hands and surprise him with kisses along the shell of his ear and his chest and his wrists. each one is unexpected with his eyes being covered, and each one shakes him down to his soul. everything is just so much more when he can’t see.

he can hear your labored breathing and his own moans clearer, he can taste your saliva on his tongue better from when you kissed him messily, and he can feel his flesh being stroked and soothed with your hole more intensely..

his orgasm crashes into him quicker than it usually does, and he feels like he’s cumming with every single cell in his body.

he lays there as you cry out atop him and work him through his release, and he just gasps and whines and squeezes your palms as he wonders why he ever dissed this idea.

[scealaiscoite]

*ೃ༄ things for people to smell like ˚◞♡ ⃗

— incense

— coffee

— cheap dollar store cologne

— smoke

— their favourite lotion

— alcohol

— their shampoo/conditioner

— flowers

— expensive perfume oils

— seawater

— their partner’s perfume/cologne

— cigarettes

— cinnamon, turmeric, and other spices

— freshly turned earth

— their body wash

[elismor]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: CT-8893 | Clone Trooper Flood, Original Clone Trooper Character(s) (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Triple Drabble, Sensory prompts, grossed out, Sticky, Icky, yuck - Freeform, seriously if you have a problem with weird textures scroll on by, no beta we die like men Summary:

This all seemed like a much better idea from the comfort of hyperspace.

For @cacodaemonia, who asked for #39 from this list of sensory prompts. 

Asks are still open on this if you want to hit me up.

[serickswrites]

First for Everything

Warnings: captivity, restraints, muzzle, torture, defiant whumpee, sensory deprivation

Whumper walked down the long hallway to the room they had locked Whumpee in almost twenty-four hours ago. They had thought Whumpee would have been easy to break.

They were wrong.

Not only was Whumpee bratty and defiant with their words, they also tried to fight Whumper with every breath they had. It was only after Whumpee had spat on Whumper five times and tried to bite Whumper three times that Whumper had decided they only had one course of action.

"You leave me no choice, Whumpee. This could have been far more pleasant for you." Whumper fastened the muzzle on Whumpee's face, tightening the straps painfully tight. "I would have been much more gentle if you had been a little nicer."

Whumpee glared at Whumper, growling through the muzzle. But they couldn't bite or spit. Whumper double checked the shackles around Whumpee's wrists. "I'm going to let you think on this for a bit," Whumper said as they headed towards the door. The windowless room had no source of light save the bulbs overhead. The walls were padded and all sound from the outside world was muffled. "You think good and hard about what you want to do the next time I come in, Whumpee."

Whumper left, flicking the light switch off. They chuckled to themself as they walked down the hall. They had muzzled Whumpee and left them alone in the quiet dark. Perhaps Whumpee would break much faster this way.

Sure enough, as Whumper opened the door and flicked on the light switch, they saw Whumpee curled around themself, completely silent and still. "Well, good morning, Whumpee."

Whumpee didn't acknowledge their presence. Whumpee stared off into space.

"Well, it would seem there's a first for everything," Whumper said as they knelt down in front of Whumpee, "I broke you without having to hurt you. This is most wonderful news because now I can have my fun with you without fear of going too far."

Tags: @mousepaw @jumpywhumpywriter @knightinbatteredarmor @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 @anightmarishwhump

@steh-lar-uh-nuhs @celestialsoyeon @st0rmm @ay5ksal @pedro-pedro-pedro-pedro-pe

@artisticdemon

[dainluvr]

Whumper who sensory deprives Whumpee all the time - apart from when they’re being tortured. So now Whumpee looks forward to their little torture sessions just so they can feel something, anything.

[fangbangerghoul]

Lying in a hospital bed—let’s include Qi, Owen and Ghoul.

Her eyes slowly opened to the sounds of shushed arguing and a rhythmic beep that would sound off. There was a sharp splinter of pain that overcame her head as soon as the light touched her pupils. Ghoul let out a soft groan as the rest of her body woke up with her.

"It isn't completely factual to blame this all on me. The builder took the request and I asked her to assess the risks before she ventured forth." She heard the matter of fact voice to the left of her and that's where he gaze fell. Qi was standing in front of Owen, the both of them I heated discussion from what Ghoul could tell. Qi with his fingers was habitually pushing his glasses up to meet Owen's gaze as the broad man in front of him seem to tower the scrawny man.

"If you didn't want to go down there because it was too dangerous what made you think it was okay to request someone else to do it?" Owen's tone was a foreign sound of frustration. He was normally a happy go lucky type so it was surprising to Ghoul to even hear him sound upset.

The rough paper thin blankets that covered her weren't doing enough to keep her warm and as she shivered it sent the familiar pain shoot through her body. It didn't help that the bed she laid in was as stiff as cardboard and there were several lights pointed at her for examination. She closed her eyes momentarily smelling the faint scent of various herbs and boiled leaves in the distant. This was no ordinary hospital she was laying in she soon realized. Ghoul was brought to Gang's clinic.

This was from the sensory prompts post