#writing prompt request

[voxmortuus]

Hi baby. Saw the prompt list. 😎 May I have #5 ☆ { calling } them late at night to come over for Jax Teller, please?

Thank you. ♥

⇘ PAIRING:⇙ Jax Teller x F!Reader ⇘ UNIVERSE:⇙ Sons of Anarchy ⇘ WORD COUNT:⇙ 1.1k ⇘ TRIGGER WARNINGS:⇙ Fluff | Smut | Jax and his filthy mouth (language) | Foreplay | P-i-V | Pull-out Method | More fluff | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ⇘ NOTES:⇙ Sorry if this is total ass... but I hope this brings you some joy. ⇘ DIVIDER CREDIT:⇙ @nyxvuxoa ⇘ IMAGE CREDIT:⇙ This was found through Google and is not my GIF, if this is your GIF or know whose it is, please inbox me, so I can credit the creator. Thank you! ⇘ My Master Masterlist ⇙

It was just one of those nights, there's only so much scrolling you can do before things become repetitive, and boring in your feeds. Flipping between Tumblr, Reddit, and Facebook, things were becoming boring, and nothing was helping you fall asleep. Tapping the side of your phone, you flip through old photos, smiling now and again looking over Jax's face. Sitting up in bed, you check the time, 12:24 a.m. Sighing, you decide to give it a shot, chances are Jax was up anyway, so why not.

Scrolling down and finding his name, you hit the call button, and wait. Ringing you groan, maybe he was --

"Hey, Darlin'. You alright? What's up?" he asks, you can tell there's a smile on his face.

"Hey, Baby. I know it's kinda late, but would you mind coming over... I can't sleep... and I could use the company." you bite your lip a bit.

"Yeah, sure, I'll be over in 15." he stated.

After the brief conversation and a quick I love you and a hangup, you go unlock your door, knowing he'll lock it when he gets here.

Hearing the motorcycle approach, and the engine turn off, you feel this bubble of excitement pulse through you. It was a matter of time before you heard your front door open, close, lock, and the sound of boots headed your way.

Peeking his head in, he looks over you, and you smile, moving over you pat the empty space in your bed and gesture for him to join you. Taking the hint, he makes his way over, slipping off his vest and coat, tossing his hat on the table, and kicking off his boots and socks, he slips into bed.

"Your pants... your shirt... are in the way." you smirk.

He chuckles and standing back up he takes them off, dropping them to the floor before climbing back in under the covers. You scoot yourself closer, and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close.

"Can't sleep?" he asked you.

Nodding, your fingers move over his chest as you look up at him and smile. "Thank you for coming over."

"It's nothin' Darlin'. I've always told you I'm a call away." he kisses the top of your head.

A soft smile graces your lips as you scoot a little closer to him and let out a small satisfied smile. But you seem you can't keep your hands from wandering on him. Slipping under the blanket, you keep your gaze on him as you move over his boxers. Smiling, you bite at your lip and kiss him sweetly.

A slight chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls you closer to him, his hand roaming your figure as he moves you to lay on top of him, holding you close, his hips move upward a bit, kissing you deeply, and he slips the shirt from your body and tosses it to the floor along with his clothes.

Pressing yourself against him, your hands move up along his sides and find your way to get tangled in that love head of golden locks. The kissing gets a little heavier between you two, the touching, how you press your hips against him, feeling him harden against you. You move your hand between your legs as you grip him through his boxers. He groans against your lips as he grips your breast, pulling you closer, and kissing you deeper.

The kissing, the touching, the grunts, and the groans were enough to send you into a feral mind. Moving his boxers down, you slip him right between your lips, your hips press yourself down, pressing him deeper inside you. You both end up groaning in unison.

His grip on your hips is tight, his fingers pressing hard against your flesh, indenting as he thrusts upward just enough to finish that last little bit you wanted to slip inside you. The streetlights are the only thing illuminating the room, your shadow cast on the walls. Looking over, he watches your shadow as you brace yourself against his chest and begin to move up and down on his cock.

Holding your thighs in his hands, he watches the way you move against him, your hands pressing into his chest as he moves his own up your body, feeling your flesh under his hands was a sort of high for him. He presses a hand against your chest, between your breasts, as he slowly guides your motions as he thrusts upward.

As you are being guided with a hand on your chest, one on your hip, and his cock between your legs, your head falls back as you let out a loud, long, drawn-out moan. Your body trembles as you pick up on the sounds, the smells, the way the air tastes. Listening to him grunt and your own moans fill the air. It's all palpable. Erotic. Addicting.

The way you both work against and with each other, it sends these shockwaves through both of you, a genuine quickie, you feel yourself building, but of course, it doesn't help with his own buildup, you can tell in his tone, in how frequent his groans become, in how his breath smells. Leaning forward, you moan against his lips. And that's when he tells you to finish with him. He lifts you up, and you grip his cock as he works your bud.

Before you know it, your whole body trembles, feeling those hot ribbons of white pour against you. Whimpering and trembling against him, you begin to pant. Achieving your desired goal, he leans against the pillow but grabs something to clean you up.

There was hardly anything spoken between you two. But you lay there, holding him close, you look up at him as he stares down at you.

"You feel good." you chuckle.

"What even was that?" he chuckles.

"I think it's called a quickie. You should be used to those." you poke.

"Ohh, is that what that was? I like those... but next time... we do a longie... not a quickie," he smirks.

"I'll play with your longie." you chuckle.

"No, Darlin', we call it a cock, longie.... please no." he chuckles. "Besides, I like the way the word cock escapes your lips." he smirked.

"You like your cock between my lips Jax..." you joust.

Gasping he chuckles. "That is true... gotta say, you're a good cocksucker." he winks.

The night continued into the morning, and eventually, you had both fallen asleep. His arms wrapped around you, his face in your hair, and you clung to him like your entire life depended on it. You were glad you called him over, much needed, and the sleep was much better with him there.

[dainahlai]

I am in desperate need of writing prompts for Hazbin Hotel. Preferably any ship including Alastor because my brain is not working with Charlastor, radiodust or even radiohusk prompts. And also oneshots cause I do not have the commitment for multichapter stuff...

Staticradio, appleradio and also other Alastor ship prompts are also accepted!

[bellatrixlestrangeimagines]

Hurtful words and sorrows

Pairing: Bellatrix x female!reader

Warnings: None

Requested: @pinkphantomspace

Prompts requested: #18 (You don’t mean that!) #19 (I mean every word!)

***

You and Bellatrix were actually in a small rough patch in your relationship.

A lot of the time when an argument comes forth, you’re somehow successful in talking you both out of it. Talking through and out of it, allowing for you both to really and get back on track and resolve it quickly.

These arguments could be on any type of subject or topic, big as well as small, and that includes nothing at all. It was pulled and ripped away from thin air unexpectedly, preventing you from ever see it coming. However, this argument was over one of those big reasons and it was on the fact that you helped Harry and his friends escape the horrors that unfolded at Malfoy Manor. The only person to witness servicing your hand for them was girlfriend Bellatrix Lestrange. What happened was that you had gone behind her back to help the gang in escaping, it was best described as something along the lines of watching a horror film by yourself in the pitch black. The whole battle had you overwhelmed, as if you weren’t any more already, it was the time of your life you could recount on to having feel the most overwhelmed, making you feel as if not your own self.

The turn of events left you nothing but anxiety to deal with. You weren’t anywhere near becoming a death eater yourself, making an oath to serve in Voldemort’s circle of destruction. Your soul was much too precious to do that to yourself and it didn’t matter what this might cost you. The first thing Bellatrix took in on your act was the idea you were possibly seeing Hermoine behind her back after she had watched the way you taking care of her before allowing her to escape with her group of longtime friends. Maybe you were even having a full on affair, was the thought going through her mind as she started seething, allowing her emotions to take over. So you would have to look at it in a way that the true cause of Bellatrix’s emotions was pure jealousy, she was feeling jealous and couldn’t help it when her actions took over. As her mate, you knew since from the beginning that she owns you and doesn’t share.

This relationship wasn’t like ones from the past where they would be open relationships, and Bellatrix was against the idea of that kind of lifestyle. To avoid any kind of interruptions or invasions, Bellatrix roughly pulls you along to one of the empty bedrooms of the mansion, but not without question.

“Where are you going with (Y/n)?” Narcissa wonders aloud, having Bella stop briefly in her tracks.

“I need to have a little talk with this one.”

No one says anything else but wonders the same thought they all had in that moment as you disappear.

What happens next is yelling could be heard, the yelling coming from Bella could be heard and it started getting intense. An argument broke out immediately after she slams the door shut behind her, locking it while facing you with an angry look on her face. Bella then begins to question you on her suspicions and it was ridiculous. All that you were doing was defending yourself with honest responses each time she threw a false accusation at you with no remorse. You didn’t know this was about Hermoine, you truly thought it was about helping the gang to escape a deadly fate from the bad guys. Whilst Bella was going off on you, you were fighting off tears that were threatening to spill as she inched towards you with every word spoken. Bellatrix then mutters something you couldn’t quite make out what was said.

“What?” You ask cautiously.

“What’s going on between you and the mudblood? Are you having an affair behind my back?” You stood there, frozen.

You couldn’t believe that your girlfriend, to whom you call the love of your life, seemed to be turning on you with the idea of an affair behind her back. Bellatrix was speaking through clenched teeth, something she often did and it would be a lie if you had said it doesn’t scare you at all, the least bit.

You were never spoken to like this from her, and it started taking an aggressive toll.

“Nothing! I promise you, I’m not seeing her-“

“Liar!” Bella shrieks, stepping forward towards you.

“No, honest-“

Then Bellatrix says something very unthinkable and hurtful.

“I should’ve never loved you.”

Those words coming from her tongue cut through like a knife and it shattered your heart to pieces. You could no longer fight back tears, allowing them to unglue and blur your vision, leaving you there.. just stunned and completely stuck.

You couldn’t find the words to say to that, you were unable to speak until you could, to say the least.

“You don’t mean that!”

Bellatrix scoffs, before turning her back on you, crossing her arms as she seemingly confirms she was accurate with those words.

“I mean every word.”

Things were quiet again and with nothing more to say, you leave the room and headed for the kitchen.

Narcissa follows you after seeing the expression on your face.

“You okay, (Y/n)?” She knew something was wrong and wanted to know what she could to help.

“Just in a stupid fight with Bella.” was all you could say.

Narcissa nods and leaves you to your thoughts as she goes to see Bellatrix, whom remained in the room you were just in when you had left.

Narcissa now needed to talk some sense into Bellatrix before the result would be of losing you forever. You were the only thing she loved and she had to be reminded of that, Narcissa doesn’t bother knocking on the door before just walking in. Walking in to see Bella was standing in the same spot you left her, she didn’t have to say anything to get to the bottom of things. At first, Narcissa half expected to be ordered to leave, but instead, had gotten the last thing you’d ever expect to happen, the very least to say the least. Bellatrix almost immediately consoles and admits to Narcissa of everything that went down not long ago. Bellatrix then gets to the part of telling Narcissa what she last said to you and Narcissa was disappointed to say the least.

More then anything else, really.

“You really said that?” Narcissa ask in disbelief.

“Yes, and I know I say dumb shit I don’t mean. I was just-“

“Madly blinded by pure jealousy and hate.”

Upon hearing that, that’s when Bellatrix truly got the chance to revisit the argument in her thoughts and knew that she needed to find you and fix the mess she had made before you could ever leave.

“Is she still here?”

“Yes, in the kitchen.”

Making her appearance, Bellatrix is greeted by the sight of you sitting alone at the round kitchen table with nothing more then a glass of water and tear stains on your cheeks.

Seeing how your cheeks had tear stains like that broke her, knowing she was the cause of it made the feeling of her own sorrows worse. While she gathered her thoughts on how she was going to apologize to you, you continued to stare into space. Unmoving of her presence, although you knew she was there. Finally, Bella decides that she would just say whatever comes to mind first before making her way closer, calling out your name.

“(Y/n)?”

Nearly forgetting she was close by, you quickly wipe your tear stained cheeks before giving her your full attention.

“Hm?”

“I wanted to apologize…” Bella says, matter of factly.

This wasn’t the best idea for a moment like this, as far as you know and understand, this was the first time to ever have witness this partial side of Bellatrix. You don’t know much, but her making an effort for trying her best, for the first time meant a great deal to you.

Although you know those words she basically laid out in front of you didn’t really mean anything, it still stung your heart nonetheless, so you allow her to continue as you nod your head in acknowledgment as if to say that it was okay to keep going with everything she’s got within. But a few moments later, no words had yet to be spoken of and you made the choice to speak and urge your girlfriend on the right path as you would personally call it.

“Okay… and?”

“I apologize… I didn’t mean any id what I said back there. The truth is, I was madly blinded by jealousy and…” Bella stops as she took a look around to make sure that only you were in earshot of this.

“I hope you can forgive me.”

A smile comes across your face as your girlfriend whispers the last few words in your ear at close range.

Looking back at her, she looked almost bewildered. It was as if she was looking at her mirror reflection and is unable to recognize herself because this just isn’t like her at all, not in the slightest. Bella looks back at the past, studying everything she had done that she made an oath to never do but did. Thank god she didn’t make the unbreakable vowel, things would be much more different and even difficult to handle. It was almost like a sick game someone had thought up at the minute of their time.

Doing these things for you though, you were just different … she loved you.

Seeing that Bellatrix looked as anyone would during a rejection, you stand and go over to wrap her in a loving embrace. Bellatrix stiffens for a moment, always forgetting what a true, meaningful hug feels like before eventually letting her body relax into it, then returning the embrace in the same way.

“Of course I can. You mean too much to me and my life that you’re something I will never be able to let go. I love you, Bellatrix and Will love you forever.”

“I love you too, (Y/n). So much that you don’t even know it.”

Just like that, it was as if nothing happened at all. Bella seemed to not let jealousy get the better of her as she had done a few hours or so back.

She knows now she’s got you.

***

@bellatrixlestrangge

[sagekjs21]

That moment when you want so desperately to write something, but no prompt seems to fit...

If anyone sees this, please throw any random prompt at me. I'll write something, post it on Archive of Our Own, and give you credit.

[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Someone give me a fluffy prompt I can write

Preferably with prinxiety, Roceit or anaroceit.

I feel like writing fluff (depending on the prompt It might end up being hurt comfort tho

I'll probably only do one right now but any other prompts I get sent I'll save for later

[pseuddamntired]

Hello beloved mutual!!!

I want to write a story, pls give ideas thank you live you be safe don't die

Hmmm I have a few ideas.

Option 1:

A bit of dialogue I have planned in the story I’m writing that seemed like a good prompt.

all characters in dialogue are assumed to be central to story

elderly character: “my, you must be quite the powerful witch!” main character: “um.” elderly character: “oh, I’m sorry dear, I’m just being silly”

or is she 🤨

Option 2:

Main character whose role is to find a hero worthy of the legendary item(weapon, article of clothing, instrument, whatever!), and must test many people’s character as part of the vetting process. They often have to change their tests because many aspiring heroes exist, and they exchange notes on how best to solve the moral riddles. They’ve run out of ideas for new tests when the hero finally arrives.

I might actually submit that one to a writing prompt blog, it seems pretty good.

Option 3:

Any story where the subtitle is “an unexpected nap”

like why was the nap so significant that it warranted being in the title??

Option 4:

much like the gods are kept alive through mortal worship, fairy tale characters are kept alive through retellings of their stories. Some of them are getting really tired of people getting the facts wrong just to make an “interesting and fresh story” so they set out to change that, or at least put an end to the un-factual retellings.

Option 5:

the last lich king had undergone about 4/5ths of the lichification rituals—the lichuals, if you will—when they were killed during a diplomatic meeting with what had been assumed was a friendly country. (Choice in cause of death is yours, actually, that’s just what was in my notes for my ttrpg campaign) The result? They’re still alive, but uh. They don’t have great motor control anymore and they’re deep in what they think they should probably consider enemy territory in order to get out. They’re weak for a long, long while. They sleep. That long, indeterminate time passes. A band of misfit warriors end up in a dungeon and, being the overly cautious sort, one of their members checks every single skeleton in the place for animation or other threats. They were not expecting to find a, frankly sickly, skeleton in need of rescuing and restoration to their throne.

This is something from a tabletop rpg game I planned. Was completely a side thing that just grew too large.

hope any of those are interesting for you! Feel free to mix and match. If they seem like they’d lend themselves to a longer story, just write the first installment!

[kylosbreedingkink]

i want to practice my writing again

can anyone share some prompts?

nothing too big, something that could be just a scene maybe.

of course has to relate to the boy in some way. doesn't have to be his pov, just has to have something to do with him.

[literaryvein-references]

When your Character...

Gets into: A Fight ⚜ ...Another Fight ⚜ ...Yet Another Fight

Hates Someone ⚜ Kisses Someone ⚜ Falls in Love

Calls Someone they Love ⚜ Dies / Cheats Death ⚜ Drowns

is...

A Ballerina ⚜ A Child ⚜ Interacting with a Child ⚜ A Cheerleader

A Cowboy ⚜ A Genius ⚜ A Lawyer ⚜ A Pirate ⚜ A Spy

A Wheelchair User ⚜ A Zombie ⚜ Beautiful ⚜ Dangerous ⚜ Drunk

Funny ⚜ In a Coma ⚜ In a Secret Society ⚜ Injured ⚜ Shy

needs...

A Magical Item ⚜ An Aphrodisiac ⚜ A Fictional Poison

A Coping Strategy ⚜ A Drink ⚜ A Medicinal Herb ⚜ A Mentor

Money ⚜ A Persuasion Tactic ⚜ A Quirk ⚜ To be Killed Off

To Become Likable ⚜ To Clean a Wound ⚜ To Self-Reflect

To Find the Right Word, but Can't ⚜ To Say No ⚜ To Swear

loves...

Astronomy ⚜ Baking ⚜ Cooking ⚜ Cocktails ⚜ Food ⚜ Oils

Dancing ⚜ Fashion ⚜ Gems ⚜ Herbal Remedies ⚜ Honey

Mushrooms ⚜ Mythology ⚜ Numbers ⚜ Perfumes

Roses ⚜ Sweets ⚜ To Argue ⚜ To Insult ⚜ To Kiss

To Make False Claims ⚜ Wine ⚜ Wine-Tasting ⚜ Yoga

has/experiences...

Allergies ⚜ Amnesia ⚜ Bereavement ⚜ Bites & Stings

Bruises ⚜ Caffeine ⚜ CO Poisoning ⚜ Color Blindness

Facial Hair ⚜ Fainting ⚜ Fevers ⚜ Food Allergies

Food Poisoning ⚜ Fractures ⚜ Frostbite ⚜ Hypothermia

Injuries ⚜ Jet Lag ⚜ Kidnapping ⚜ Manipulation ⚜ Mutism

Pain ⚜ Paranoia ⚜ Poisoning ⚜ More Pain & Violence

Scars ⚜ Trauma ⚜ Viruses ⚜ Wounds

[these are just quick references. more research may be needed to write your story...]

Writing Resources PDFs

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing References: Character Development

50 Questions ⚜ Backstory ⚜ Character-driven Story

Basics: How to Write a Character ⚜ A Story-Worthy Hero

Basics: Character-Building ⚜ Character Creation

Types of Characters: Key Characters ⚜ Literary Characters ⚜ Flat & Round Characters ⚜ Morally Grey ⚜ Narrators ⚜ Allegorical Characters ⚜ Archetypes ⚜ Stereotypical Characters

Worksheets: Backstory ⚜ Character ⚜ Kill your Characters ⚜ Antagonist; Villain; Fighting ⚜ Change; Adding Action; Conflict ⚜ Character Sketch & Bible ⚜ Protagonist & Antagonist ⚜ Name; Quirks; Flaws; Motivation ⚜ "Interviewing" your Characters ⚜ "Well-Rounded" Character

Personality Traits

5 Personality Traits (OCEAN) ⚜ 16 Personality Traits (16PF)

600+ Personality Traits ⚜ 170 Quirks

East vs. West Personalities ⚜ Trait Theories

Tips/Editing

Character Issues ⚜ Character Tropes for Inspiration

"Strong" Characters ⚜ Unlikable to Likable

Tips from Rick Riordan

Writing Notes

Binge ED ⚜ Hate ⚜ Love ⚜ Identifying Character Descriptions

Childhood Bilingualism ⚜ Children's Dialogue ⚜ On Children

Culture ⚜ Culture: Two Views ⚜ Culture Shock

Dangerousness ⚜ Flaws ⚜ Fantasy Creatures

Emotional Intelligence ⚜ Genius (Giftedness)

Emotions (1) (2) ⚜ Anger ⚜ Fear ⚜ Happiness ⚜ Sadness

Emotional Universals ⚜ External & Internal Journey

Goals & Motivations ⚜ Grammar Development ⚜ Habits

Facial Expressions ⚜ Jargon ⚜ Swearing & Taboo Expressions

Happy/Excited Body Language ⚜ Laughter & Humor

Health ⚜ Frameworks of Health ⚜ Memory

Mutism ⚜ Shyness ⚜ Parenting Styles ⚜ Generations

Psychological Reactions to Unfair Behavior

Rhetoric ⚜ The Rhetorical Triangle ⚜ Logical Fallacies

Thinking ⚜ Thinking Styles ⚜ Thought Distortions

Uncommon Words: Body ⚜ Emotions

Villains ⚜ Voice & Accent

More References: Plot ⚜ World-building ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[novelbear]

scenarios for that grump x sunshine dynamic

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

letting their chatty partner ramble about their day, listening with a small smile

sunshine toppling over them with the biggest hug they could muster and grump just giving them tiny little pats to reciprocate

grumpy going out of their comfort zone to cheer up their sunshine who's having a bad day

^ "look, i made pancakes! i even made a smiley face out of the whipped cream, see?" "oh, that's what it's supposed to be? you're so cute.."

grumpy calling sunshine names (dummy, idiot, chatterbox) knowing they take no offense to them, but the moment someone else does, they snap

"are you always this happy?" "i try to be, but especially when i'm with you."

sunshine knowing when it's okay to push but never crosses a line when it comes to grumpy's boundaries

sunshine comforting the grump when they're a little more quiet and snappy than usual, leaving grump a flustered mess because they're used to people actually listening when they tell them to leave them alone

"i'm not leaving you like this, i care about you."

sunshine taking grumpy on more active dates than they're used to (like ice skating for example)

[while cloudgazing] "i see a duckling!" "literally how."

sunshine making lunch for grumpy in the cutest way possible (little notes, heart-shaped sandwiches, always adding their fave snack)

getting into arguments about how nice sunshine can be and where it gets out of hand

^ "i was just trying to be nice!" "they were clearly taking advantage of that!" "since when do you care so much?" "i'm trying to look out for you!"

grumpy letting sunshine play with/do their hair

when laundry piles up and grumpy has no choice but to borrow one of sunshine's colorful little sweaters

^ and of course, sunshine coos and smothers them all day over it

"i love you." "i know." "say it back!"

[dumplingsjinson]

List of established relationship prompts

Requested by: Anonymous Request: “heey! i love your prompts and i was wondering if you could write fluff/romantic prompts about a long lasting/established relationship” 

“So… Do you actually like me—” “We have been together for seven years. We’re getting married next year. What the hell do you think?”

“You… You learned to cook my favourite meal?” 

“You always know the exact temperature I like my baths at.” 

“It’s weird that you know me better than I know myself.”

“Life would suck complete testicles if it weren’t for you.” “Oh love, I really wish you weren’t always so vulgar when expressing your affections.”

“So… I heard from the grapevine that I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you.” “Stupid, you hear that from me every day.” 

“Tell me how you fell in love with me.” “…I literally told you that again yesterday—” “I don’t care, I wanna hear it again. Plus, I like hearing you speak.”

Picking up little quirks from each other over the years. 

“My love, why don’t you just use the whole closet instead of three quarters of it?” 

What’s Character A’s is also Character B’s, and vice versa. Sharing isn’t caring, sharing is the norm. 

[ashyblondwaves]

Alright! Two prompt lists reblogged. Let's have fun!

[bellatrixlestrangeimagines]

hiiii just wanted to say i love your blog bc im a minor and in looove with bellatrix but i dont rly see much fluff bellatrix x fem!reader here,,,thanks :D

Thank you, I’m glad you like it! I also agree there’s not many Bellatrix female readers, there needs to be more!

@bellatrixlestrangeimagines

[ln4bub]

Public sex with oscar, other people getting off on it without them knowing or like them getting caught or maybe even oscar cuming in yn secretly in front of everyone, just anything voyeur with oscar please 😭

People would never ever guess the things that you and Oscar got up to behind closed doors, and even sometimes open ones. Oscar always got off on the idea of people seeing what he does to you, showing them how well he knows your body. They never question it when his driver’s room door is conveniently left unlocked whilst you celebrate his race, or when he licks his fingers after his hand comes up from below the table at dinner.

Sure they notice how affectionate he is, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms around you from behind. But they’ve never heard the filthy words he whispers to you about how easy it would be to lift up your little skirt and stuff you full. Or so you thought.

Lando is the first to notice, given the amount of time he spends around you both. He notices the way Oscar often has a hand on you, leaning in too often to whisper something discreetly in your ear. It was at dinner that the truth first came together. Oscar’s hand had been under the table for a while, him eating his dessert with just one hand. You however, hadn’t eaten an ounce of yours. When Lando looked over to you he noticed how flushed you were, how your eyelids fluttered and how your lips seemed more tempting you than the dessert.

His eyes trailed over you, following them down to where Oscar’s hand seemingly rested on your legs. From his vantage point he could see the way Oscar’s arm was flexing rhythmically, his hand moving ever so slightly. His eyes widened as he realised what his shy teammate was doing. He won’t lie and say the thought didn’t have him straining against his jeans slightly, especially when he spotted how calmly Oscar was watching him. Oscar winked at his teammate, a finger coming to his lips in a shh-ing motion. Lando swallowed dryly, nodding as he continued to glance all night, especially when Oscar licked his fingers clean.

Oscar had continued his public acts, often finding himself two fingers deep inside you as you struggled to stay quiet. But he loved the busy clubs, when the drivers booked a VIP booth and no one paid any attention to anything other than alcohol. After the end of his first season in Formula One he was itching to celebrate, aching to get you alone. Once Oscar realised this was unlikely to happen, he’s formed a plan. A plan that culminated in this moment, you on his lap in a club, whilst some other occupants of the grid watched on.

Lando again had been the first to notice, your cheeks flushing at Oscar’s words. “Imagine being stuffed full in this club, nobody would know how deep I am inside you baby.” He cooed in your ear, large hands sliding up and down your exposed legs. It took George and Fernando arriving with more shots for you to agree, firm in your decision that everyone else was preoccupied.

You wriggled in Oscar’s lap, finding a comfortable position that didn’t look too suspicious. You hovered over him as he slipped his member out of his jeans. He bit back a groan as you slid yourself down, your warm walls encasing him. “So fucking tight aren’t you?” He whispered in your ear, “Such a slut for me.” You whimper lightly, burying your head in his neck as you start a subtle grinding motion against him.

“That’s it, use me where anyone could see you. Do you like that idea?” Oscar coos, “That anyone here could look over and see how needy and desperate you are.” His hands squeeze your hips as he rolls you against him, groaning in your ear at the feeling if you wrapped around him. Oscar’s grateful for the booming music, grateful that no-one can hear you moaning for him. You hear Oscar chuckle lightly from your position, looking up at him in confusion. “Don’t stop sweetheart, but we have a small audience.” Oscar tells you, your heart stopping at his words.

He smirks at the way your walls clench around him before beckoning the audience member over. You hear someone sit next to the pair of you behind the table, Oscar greeting him with a nod. “Took you a while to notice this time mate.” Oscar says, your ears barely picking up the scoff of your new admirer.

“Keeping her hidden that’s why Oscar, you know I like to see her face. See what you do to her.” Lando’s voice causes a flush to overtake you, your hips grinding harder against Oscar. He groans once more, head tilting back at the feeling of you on top of him. “Oh she’s getting you good this time isn’t she?” Lando laughs, licking his lips as he watches you move.

“You have no idea,” Oscar smirks, “She’s an angel.” He tells his teammate. You whine into his neck as Oscar’s hand wraps in your hair. He tugs lightly, your face emerging from its hiding spot. “I want you to look at Lando baby, he likes your pretty little face.” Oscar mutters, stroking your cheek gently as he grinds his cock into you. Once you make eye contact with Lando your pace increases, joined now by Oscar’s thumb on your clit. Your moan of his name catches the attention of another driver, the warmth of his body emanating from behind you.

“Roped Lando into your little kink too have you?”

The American accent of Logan fills your ears, a soft smile spreading over your lips at the familiar audience member. “It’s hot isn’t it Lando? The way she’d do anything for him. You should see them behind closed doors, absolutely filthy.” Logan muses, hand resting on your hip as he helps you move over his best friend.

“You really should come watch Lando, she loves the extra pair of eyes.” Oscar tells his teammate, “You think she’s dirty now? Wait ‘til you see her on all fours with my dick in her mouth. It’s art.” You can’t help but moan at his words, squirming at the way the three men discuss you. It’s when Lando smiles at the thought of watching you both in private, nodding at Oscar’s proposal, that you tumble over the edge.

Your legs quake and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. Your walls clench around Oscar as he bites his lip, stifling the loud moan threatening to spill out. You attempt to hide your face once more but Lando holds your head still, studying your face as you cum for his teammate. Oscar grinds into you deeper, the rhythmic clenching driving him to his own orgasm. He shoots his load inside you, whimpering in sensitivity as Logan continues to move your hips.

The pair of you come down with heavy breaths and flushed cheeks, before eventually leaving the club. Trailed by Logan and Lando for a night you’ll never forget.

[stealingyourbones]

When Danny sees his family die in TUE what if he finds out then that he’s related to a DC hero then? After the timeline is fixed he goes to his cousin who just so happens to be Raven of the Teen Titans and explains that bc of time shenanigans, he found out he’s related by blood.

How does the Teen Titans react? They’ve dealt with time travelers so many times this sorta stuff is just their average Tuesday level of shenanigans. A kid with powers that fit perfectly on par with other Teen Titan members. Main issue: his blood and DNA are so scrambled that their computers can’t confirm with a definitive proof that he’s Raven’s cousin.

[pseuddamntired]

yo if anyone wants to throw a writing prompt at me I’d love to be peer pressured into being creative like I want to be.

please don’t send nsfw prompts, I want to write about worldbuilding and magic systems and friendly/innocuous-but-definitely-inhuman creatures.

Prompts would be in the form of dialogue, random words, art, image, but please give source material if they’re not your own.