#polin fic prompts

[polinprompts]

[whistledownbad]

Really just wanna write like…an adorably wholesome pun-based Polin series? With them trading stupid lines and jokes, laughing along with wall of the ball, causing suspicion and shit? Maybe venturing into innuendoes and pick-up lines? I could go modern or regency or both. You know what? Send me your best pun and I’ll write something 👀

[faerie-fetish]

Hickey Prompt

Colin lingered in the doorway, a soft smirk dancing over his mouth as he watched her; flustered and mumbling to herself. “It truly is not that bad, you worry yourself for nothing.” He mused, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Penelope scoffed at him, “Be quite serious, Colin. I fear the masses shall be distressed for my safety if am to attend in this state.” Pushing himself from the wall, he took three long, slow strides across the room before he was pressed behind her, watching her reflection as she ran her hands over the smooth, bruised skin of her chest and neck.

Colin had to admit - he particularly pleased with his handiwork. She was littered from jaw to sternum in a spectrum of colours he had stamped onto her. Shades of scarlet and damson fluttered down and across her full breasts, displaying the path of Colin’s affections a little too clearly. He supposed, as he lifted a gentle hand to her cheek, that he may have gone too far.

Maybe.

His digits twisted around a loose strand of golden hair at the edge of her face, drawing it back behind her ear and allowing his fingertips to trace over her bare skin toward the edge of her shoulder, and back again to rest heavily in the crook of her neck. Penelope’s breath hitched in her throat ever so slightly, but Colin heard it.

“Well,” he dipped his head to her, letting his warm breath coat the back of her neck, delighting at the speed her flesh broke out into goosebumps. “While I have no desire to create cause for concern, nor do I wish to have every member of the ton enquiring about our marital affairs,” he drew his lips closer as he spoke, until they were brushing against her nape, “I would so love to discern the look on Lord Debling’s face if he were to see how you let me mark you.”

[darkcolinbridgerton]

Penelope is hired as Eloise ladies maid and Colin sets eye on her.

I tried but didn’t really get a fic idea for this one. But I did create a moodboard hope you like it!

[moirindeclermont]

How Bridgerton Men Stay Fit or Regency Era Exercise

For Day 2 Bonus Polin Week: Height differences (A brief explicit fic featuring wall sex, because why not?)

Something is so endearing in the way Pen realizes a little too late what he wants to do.

She is shy and nervous when he says he wants to take her standing on their feet. She claims she is too heavy and too short for that to work.

Reason one is classified as not true. As for their height difference, that is indeed true, but he has an easy solution to that.

Colin smirks as he starts to glaze with his finger on her lips and her lovely face, coming into her personal space and smiling when she takes a couple of steps back, ending up near the wall, exactly where he wants her.

“I’m strong enough to lift you for the time we need. My love, it’s the best way for me to exercise those muscles! Why lift and throw heavy things when I could hold and make love to my perfect wife?”

"I mean, if I can help you with your exercises... sure, why not?" Pen is almost wary about it but with a hint of malice in her looks. She likes the idea as much as he does.

He chuckles at her a bit. “Oh Pen, you help me with everything, I hope I’m not too much of a pain.”, he says, giving her those big puppy eyes that always work to get her turned on.

She loves it when he's cheeky with her: "You're never a pain for me... in fact, I recall only a lot of pleasure", and she starts touching her lips looking at him, watching his eyes becoming lustful. He watches as she removes the bodice, freeing her lovely bosom for him, knowing fully well that he drives him crazy with that move.

Now she has sparked his desire, and in a swift move, he captures her mouth in a scorching kiss as he lifts her and presses her against the wall. She laughs in shock and surprise “Colin, what are you doing? “

He looks at her. “What do you think I’m going to do next?” as he lifts her skirt and starts touching her core. She is already wet, but he wants her even wetter for him. He fingers her with two fingers at once, making her moan almost directly in his mouth. He could feel her growing wetter and it took him just a couple of minutes to make her ready for him.

“Unbutton me, Pen”, he says to her, making her moan. Her little hands go directly to his breeches and in moments he is free. She gives him a couple of pumps with her hand that are almost too much, but he resists the pull.

“Put your hands around my neck,” he grows at her, and in the next breath, he pushes into her in a single, deep thrust, his hand squeezing her lovely arse.

Gravity makes him go so deep inside her as he starts to thrust. Pen’s eyes just immediately roll back and she’s moaning and whimpering. She loves feeling his muscles as they’re flexed and all warm and flush from the activity.

“So strong!” She praises him and he just growls again into her ear, wanting to prove how strong he is by fucking her harder.

He loves the praise and can't get enough of how deep he is. He can feel her squeeze him as he fucks her harder. He doesn't even feel the strain of the muscles, just the incredible bliss. Especially when he can fuck her again a wall and kiss her at the same time.

He looks at her and as he watches her boobs going up and down as he pushes in her, his desire growing even more. He presses her harder on the wall, feeling her nipples hard against his chest and he knows he won’t last long.

He pushes even harder, her sounds close and close to the one she makes when she comes.

“I’m close Colin, I’m so close”, and he goes on her neck and then he captures a nipple with his mouth. He doesn’t think too much about it, just tease the tip with his tongue before sucking it.

She shrieks around him, a gush in between them as she comes hard around him. The rest is a blur: in three thrusts he is coming as well, and he almost collapses but he gathers his strength back and keeps her steady until she can stay on her feet without collapsing as well.

They breathe in each other spaces for a couple of minutes, until Pen feels stable enough to return with her feet on the ground.

Only then, Colin goes on his knees, kissing the top of her mound and making her shiver.

“You’re a Goddess, my love.”

She smiles at him, passing her hands through his hair and feeling him softly purr like always.

“Let’s go have a bath together, what do you say?” “You always have the best idea, wife!”

It took a while to find the balance to reach for the bath, and if the next day his arms were sore, it would be worth it just for the smile he put on Pen’s face that day.

The End

Thanks to my fandom spouse for half of the inspiration for this piece, and also for all our conversations

Ao3 Version

[justapoet]

Random dialogue prompt list

"Have you ever been in love?" "No. Why?" "I think I'm in love with you."

Distancing themself from the other because they start to think that there is definitely something wrong with them

Stuttering

"I missed you so much, I don't know why. But, I did."

"You look perfect in this outfit." "Oh."

“Tell me you did not go to a fight without me.” “I don’t need you to protect me.” “It’s not about protection-”

"Did you forget that it was your turn to grab the groceries today?" "Yeah, sorry. I thought I'd wait for you so we can go together?"

“The problem lies within the fact that I want more. That’s what scares me the most, because I don’t want to want more. But I can’t help it.” 

“You said you loved me last night.”

“So that confession…” “Didn’t mean shit ‘cause I was drunk. And I don’t want you accepting that. Let me confess to you, properly, at the least.”

“I swear I didn’t murder anyone.” 

"Who are you when you're not performing?" "Fuck. Marry me."

“You have the most beautiful smile, you know that?”

“I just want(ed) to make you smile.”

“I was just getting my coffee, but then I fell in love with you”

"I…I missed you." "Oh."

“I desperately want to kiss you.”

“Maybe it’s a good mood. Maybe it’s a manic episode.”

"Don't open your eyes"

"Goddammit, don't say that!"

“Fuck it. I’m in.” 

“Too late. I’m already yours.”

“Nothing - no matter how weird or dark - could ever change the way I feel about you.”

“For once, I’m completely serious.”

“I don´t believe that you know what the hell you are doing half of the time.” 

“There isn’t a single unit of thought behind your eyes.” “Of course, not. I’m looking at you. My brain doesn’t work when I’m looking at you.”

"Are we going to talk about it?"

“I’d tear down mountains and rewrite the stars just to see you smile.”

“You weren’t part of my life plan.”

“So, tell me, what do you feel for me?”

“I’m this close to resorting to physical violence if shit continues to not work out.”

“I don’t know what to do.” 

“Say another word and I´ll shove these fries down your throat.” 

“Could you even try to be nice to me today?”

“There are about thirty-five ways this could go wrong. I’d say that’s pretty good odds.”

"Are you seriously considering to go through with this complete absurd?"

"It's a miracle you're still alive." "Mom does say you're a miracle worker, yes."

"You're sick. Did the fever make you forget how to dial my number?"

"Just do it, you moron."

"My self-control is hanging by a thread right now. Please, don't do this to me."

“Hey, neighbour, I’ve never met you before but your dog just destroyed my garden."

“Well, I’m afraid that opinion’s going to change once you get to know me.”

"Ever thought of stepping outside, or have you become part of the furniture?"

"Can you just look at me? Please?"

"I needed to hear your voice."

“Just to clarify: We are in a relationship, right?”

"You're the only thing I should be afraid of, and that fear died off years ago."

“it’s a bit frustrating to how oblivious you are.”

“what do i have to do or say for you to notice that i’m in love with you?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t supposed to happen and I was not supposed to say that, I’m so sorry.” 

so, hi! this is just a silly prompt list, but I'd very much like to ask you to send me asks and resquest a fic from any of them!

I'll be writing for the following couples:

Buddie (9-1-1)

Percabeth (Percy Jackson)

Nick and Chalie (Heartstopper)

Aziracrow (Good Omens)

Polin (Bridgerton)

Kathony (Bridgerton)

If you have any other couples from these universes that you might want, you can send them to me, as well. Other than Buddie (that it's not canon just yet), I like best to only write canon couples.

[lavellenchanted]

for the fic prompt/ask.

'You're so beautiful' for Penelope/Colin

"Hmmm."

Penelope leaned forward, peering into the mirror, and after a moment's deliberation reached up to carefully loosen a few curls from her coiffure and reposition them so they draped artfully around her face.

When she was satisified she turned her head from side to side, trying to see her alterations from every angle and decide if they had worked, if they had concealed --

"Oh, you are beautiful."

Her husband's voice interrupted her thoughts and a blush of pleasure spread across her face. Well, perhaps she was worrying for nothing after all.

Smiling, she turned to thank him - only to find that Colin was nowhere in sight. Pleasure dimming a little she came along the corridor and poked her head through the drawing room door, the direction his voice had come from. Perhaps he had seen her little display from vanity from inside the room?

But no; although he was in there, he was sat with his back to the door, so there was no way he could have been talking to her.

"Colin?"

"Mm?" He turned, and Penelope could see that he was holding a half-eaten sandwich in his hands and that his mouth was full. Admittedly that was nothing unsual, and she had at least trained him enough that he swallowed before continuing, "Everything alright?"

"Colin." Penelope frowned. "Were you just calling your sandwich beautiful?"

He shrugged, completely unembarrassed. Colin's ability to breeze through situations that would leave her tomato-red with morification never ceased to impressed her. "Well. Yes. Because it is - one of the best I've had. Who did you think I was talking to?"

Shaking her head in exasperation, she came fully into the room. "I thought you were talking to me. And it was rather gratifying."

"Pen, you know I think you're lovely. But I can say it again, if you'd like?"

"Oh, don't bother." She waved him off, slumping down into a seat next to him. "If I tell you to say it rather takes the fun out of it. Besides, I'm just being silly."

Colin looked at her questioningly, setting his sandwich down on a side-table so he could give his wife his full attention. "Silly how?"

She flushed, unable to even pretend to be as brazen as him. "Oh, it's just ... well. I noticed this morning that I have a few grey hairs."

"Really? Where?"

"Colin!"

"What? I've never noticed - I was just curious," he amended hastily, but when Penelope continued to glare at him, he moved forward in his seat so that he could lean over and take both of her hands in his. Bringing them to his lips, he brushed a kiss over her knuckles and then met her gaze as he said, "Penelope. Love of my life. My darling. You are beautiful. You're so beautiful, and you will continue to be beautiful even when your hair - which for the record, still looks entirely red to me - is completely silver. Or white."

Penelope's lips twitched with amusement. "What if it falls out altogether?"

Colin considered this. "Well, then I might have to downgrade you to merely pretty."

"You are a very wicked man," she laughed. "But I do love you. Thank you."

She leaned forward to press her lips to his in a brief but tender kiss, then got to her feet and headed back out the door.

"I love you, too," Colin replied, then called over his shoulder, "And you'd still think me handsome if I lost my hair, wouldn't you?"

"Hmm. I might have to think about it."

"Penelope!"

[pichipeachy]

I'm in my Olympics 2024 brainrot rn. I blame Duplantis, EJ Obiena, Carlos Yulo, Sunisa Lee, Simon Biles, and the whole Korean Women's Archery team for this lmao.

My mind (being the weird thing it is) got me thinking of an Olympics Polin AU where Colin is a pole vault athlete on the rise, ranked #5 in the world. He's discouraged because of his past failures: first losing the bronze medal in the previous olympics, then failing to elevate his world ranking.

He and Penelope are best friends (who are in love with each other, of course). She encourages him not to give up, promising that she will attend the next Olympics to support him. Colin, fueled and inspired, made a pact to himself: if he wins a medal, he will confess his feelings to Pen.

Cue Colin at the Olympics, smashing the world record and winning gold. He rushes to the sidelines where Penelope is, confessing his love for her, and declares Pen as his good luck charm. Colin kisses her for all the world to see, and they live a happily ever after.

Was this inspired by the moment Duplantis ran to his girlfriend and kissing her after his world record jump? Yes. Will I ever write it? Fuck it, I'm halfway through the oneshot now 🤠

UPDATE: The oneshot is now posted! Enjoy! 🥰

[lovelymagnoliarose]

potential prompt for your series: hey I know it’s late but I need a ride. can you pick me up?

Hiiii

thank you for the prompt! I have now delivered! So excited to bring the prompts back! Hope you like it!

Sneak Peek “I miss you.”  Her head turned towards him sharply. There was a smile on her face, but it wasn’t the beautiful one that he was used to- well no, it was still a beautiful smile, but it was bitter, and it didn’t look right on her face. “You miss me?” He nodded and she scoffed, creating a sinking feeling in his stomach. “You miss me but you’d never date me, right?”  Colin flinched, he’d known it was coming, but hearing her say it with so much cynicism in her voice still felt like a gut punch. “Pen, I-”  “Forget it.” She sighed, looking away from him again. “We don’t have to talk about it.” “I think we should.” He tried to protest.  “And I think we shouldn’t.” Penelope shot back, nodding to the back of the car. “El is sleeping, we don't want to wake her.”  “Please.” Now, it was Colin’s turn to scoff. “Eloise once slept through a literal earthquake. I imagine she’ll be just fine sleeping through a conversation.”  “Alright, good point,” Pen conceded, fiddling with her fingers. “But I still don’t think there’s anything to talk about.”

[polinprompts]

[whistledownbad]

Because the hyperfixation is hyperfixating, I started a side blog for Polin fic prompts! They’ll be a mix of my own prompts, submitted prompts, and prompts gathered from other sources! If you want to submit something for fic writers to consider, please submit over at @polinprompts 💙💚💛

[sweet-but-vicious]

POLIN FANFIC IDEA

ACCIDENTAL COURTING

So Colin bought gifts in all different places for his family but what if he bought Pen something in EVERY CITY. Like he gets home with 17(or 20, whatevs) gifts for Pen and when he gathers them up to give to her he realizes(or it's pointed out to him) that it's a LOT and that he should maybe space them out he decides it could also be a good conversation starter to talk about his travels so he decides to go one at a time. Thus leading to Colin accidentally bringing a courting gift to Pen almost every day for a month. Meanwhile Col is oblivious to the fact that the entire ton believes them to be almost engaged. Maybe he also wrote her a letter that he never sent from each city as well. Que freak out and oh shit I've been leading her on this whole time I guess I had better just marry her, we're friends it could work out! Then tiny chaste kiss and oh fuck I love her...

[mr-i-miss-my-wife]

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[moirindeclermont]

Bonus polinweek2024 , day 4.. prompt: mirror

Now, I could write an intense piece in which I go in depth about the symbolism and how mirrors are used to represent identity and what is hidden and the real truth that can come out. I mean, I definitely could... But truth is I write erotica for a reason. So, this is 3+ scenarios in which I imagine Polin being busy with mirrors (feel free to take this and make them full fics, if you want)

1. How did they broke the chaise longue (the second time around) - Colin has a thing for watching his wife taking her pleasure. Ever since the night after the ball where they reconnected, he loves having her on top. And once, they decided to do a similar thing but on the chaise lounge, both facing the mirror, so Pen can watch herself while she is taking everything he has to give. They get so into it and they can't stop watching, they don't stop even after the furniture is broken...

2. With time, their games becomes more elaborate. A second mirror is added in the studio where they write, and Pen doesn't notice at first, but her husband had it placed so when she looks into it, she can see what Colin is doing. Once, she feels his eyes on her, so she watched the mirror and Colin has his breeches undone, lazily touching himself, looking at her. She smiles, pauses her writing, and watches him watching her until she can't take it anymore and luckily the table is sturdy enough.

3. When Colin introduce to Pen the Bridgerton equivalent of toys, and specifically the one that comes with a harness that goes around Pen's waist, that's when the tables are turned for real. They re-enact their first time, only with Pen doing Colin's part. It is glorious, and the idea that they are doing this together for the first time (again), that he trust her with this, makes her heart three sizes bigger. The tenderness she feels is something she will never forget.

4. When she is pregnant, Colin takes the habit every week of placing her in front of the mirror, naked, with a bottle of oil (on Kate's suggestions, it's good for the skin) and just takes them on a journey to explore all the way her body is changing to accommodate their baby. The first time they do this, they both cry just for the sheer emotion of the act. It's their little ritual and Pen never felt more beautiful.

[hyacinthsgareth]

polin week - day three: fake dating / angst

Thinking has admittedly not always been Colin’s strong suit. He tends to go with his heart over his head, which gets him hurt more often than not, much to the chagrin of his eldest brother. He also would frankly not like to have to think about the logistics of every little (or not so little) choice he makes.

But when he offers up a proposition to Penelope and watches as her face falls, Colin cannot help but feel as though he needs to be putting a little more thought into his ideas.

continue reading on ao3!

[hukkelberg]

polin fic idea 💡

i was shopping around the dark recesses of my mind trying to come up with any ideas for a second anthony fic to work on whilst on break and I came up with a delightful idea for a polin fic

so you've seen that book going around with the girl writing a scottish lord pretending he's her fiancée but she's invented him and when the war's over he comes find her turns out he's real and wants to marry her? precisely that, but polin.

say Colin's been traveling the world for like five years (maybe he IS a soldier, it's odd no one is) and he's relatively unknown on the London social scene, perhaps he's never even been introduced! not even Penelope knows him, even if she knows of him, so when one day Cressida and her cronies are harassing her about never getting married and Eloise snaps and blurts out "actually, Penelope here is engaged to my brother", Penelope's so dumbfounded she can't find it in herself to refute it and oh, my, the news have spread like wildfire

"what," she hisses, growing increasingly hysterical, "are we going to do when the news reach your mother? my mother? your BROTHER?"

"dw about it," says Eloise, who runs on 30% confidence 70% winging it energy, "he's chill"

and when they somehow manage to keep up the charade (you can choose to include the letters to Colin or not, maybe pen starts corresponding with him to assuage her mama—not that Colin answers), Penelope's like cool this will be a problem for future me.

Colin currently stepping off a ship: 😌😘 finally back home babey #blessed

he finds it all hilarious and perhaps a little sad, and is entirely willing to participate in their scheme until they find a solution, mainly for his own amusement and also because Penelope is a little ball of nerves and sarcasm and spite, and he finds that endearing and also hot. she is hot what are the people in London on? and obviously Colin is hot himself, and also incredibly charming, so Penelope's fielding potential homewreckers left and right, but also other men start talking to her and so on and so forth and hm. maybe Colin does not mind getting married actually did you know you were talking to his future wife? hands off, bitch.

and then they live happily ever after.