#writing song prompts

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Fic Titles: Song Edition

Part V

Baby you gave me bad ideas - This is the last time, The National

All of your demons will wither away - Demons, Fatboy Slim feat. Macy Gray

His love is my favourite - Kill this love, Blackpink

Three points where two lines meet - Tessellate, alt-J

Kings of imagining things - The long haul, NO

Swallow all our pride - Fairytale gone bad, Sunrise Avenue

Keep your hand in mine - So cold, Breaking Benjamin

Take this veil from off my eyes - Doin' time, Lana del Rey

Unforgiven, I'm a villain - Unforgiven, Le Sserafim

Let me sleep in your arms - In your arms, Stanfour

All of my thoughts of you - Graceless, The National

Stay cool (it's just a kiss) - Talk too much, COIN

There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt - Pyramid Song, Radiohead

I know it's pain (but I really want it so bad) - Want so bad, Lee Know + HAN

We could leave in the morning (and go all night) - They own this town, Flora Cash

You'll be the saddest part of me - The Loneliest, Måneskin

Don't need to say goodbye - The Call, Regina Spektor

When I'm alone, I'd rather be with you - 3005, Childish Gambino

It's just me and your ghost - me & ur ghost, blackbear

Tell ′em all I said hi - I said hi, Amy Shark

We don't gotta be in love - One of your girls, The Weeknd feat. Jennie, Lily-Rose Depp

The distance between you and me (it never seems to disappear) - Maybe if, BIBI

Say what you want (I'll keep it a secret) - One of your girls, Troye Sivan

I'm surrendering tonight - Collide, Rachel Platten

That's what you get when you let your heart win - That's what you get, Paramore

Give me a sign, I want to believe - The Ballad of Mona Lisa, Panic! at the Disco

Just a game that can't be won - Always on the run, Isaak Guderian

Your lips should be saying the same thing - Really, Blackpink

Still, I'm under your control now - Number 1, Nico Santos

Embracing all my scars and imperfections - Comflex, Stray Kids

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[keyotosprompts]

yk i'm such a fool for you ₊˚⊹♡

pining prompts (it's my whole shtick)

⇴ person a and b are looking at each other when there's that one person that annoys both of them, and then laughing. it's that SHARED LOOK and SHARED CONNECTION that makes person a quickly turn away.

⇴ person a comes out looking amazing, and person b is literally too stunned to speak. person b's hand is on their chest as if they're trying to catch their breath. person b so desperately wants to reach out and say something, until person a grabs person c's hand.

⇴ person a has been attracted to person b since they last met at a short-term location (ex. airport), so much so that all of their friends know about person b and are desperate to find them so they can shut person a up.

⇴ person a and person b both brushing hands on accident, and person a quickly yanks their hand away while person b is still spiraling because of the contact.

⇴ additionally ^ they both say "sorry!" at the same time, and person b is just like "oh my god we just brushed hands and their hands were so soft and i want to do it again poierjbhuefjniubh"

⇴ person b doing anything to make person a laugh. "you are my glorious god and i will kiss the ground you walk on," followed by person a's laugh and SMILE (person b nearly evaporates). "shut up" with a smile and PERSON B IS FOUND DEAD ON THE GROUND.

⇴ "you're adorable" "what?" "nothing."

⇴ person b is telling themselves not to get close to person a. but once they see person a right in front of them, they fold immediately. person b listens to any word person a says, regardless of "needing to avoid them." person a has person b enamoured and doesn't even know it.

⇴ person b and person a both jokingly flirt with each other, except neither of them are joking but both of them think the other person is. (idiots)

⇴ "i can't keep myself away from them. i think they have some magnetic force that pulls me into them" – person a/b. "i think that's called attraction and, call me crazy here, but i think you're in love with them." – person c, who is fed up.

⇴ one night stand between person a and person b, whom were both drunk at the time. person b is in the middle of regretting everything and feeling like SHIT and gently admiring a the morning after because they're aware that nothing will be the same after this and this might even be the last time they will talk.

[bradleysass]

“Come here.” The command is low, almost lazy. But it cuts through the room like a blade. Regulus goes. He always goes. His feet move before his mind catches up. Something about the way James says it makes it impossible to do anything else. He stops just in front of him, close enough to breathe the same air. His head is bowed slightly, automatically—like muscle memory. James doesn’t move for a beat. Just lets the tension build, hands still tucked under his arms like he's being patient, like he’s giving Regulus time to regret. Then he slowly unfolds one hand and reaches forward. “Open your mouth,” he says, calm and clear. Regulus obeys. His lips part without hesitation, even though his heart thuds erratically in his chest. And then James’ fingers are there—two of them, slipping past his lips before he’s had time to process. Regulus doesn’t flinch. He lets James press them down against his tongue, firm and possessive, like he owns the space. Like he owns him. “There you go,” James murmurs, like he’s praising a particularly well-behaved pet. His other hand comes up to cradle the back of Regulus’ neck, thumb brushing the soft skin just under his ear. “Knew you’d be good for me.” Regulus hums around his fingers. His knees feel a little weak. The pressure is just enough to make his jaw ache, just enough to remind him of exactly who’s in control here.

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “friends don’t look at friends that way” prompts

“Your mouth says you don’t like me but the way you stare at me tells me everything I need to know.” 

“Stop staring at me like that, it’s making me feel things I don’t want to feel.”

“Your eyes are always on them.” “…Are they? I haven’t noticed.”

“You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.” 

“You look like you want to devour them.” “Shut the fuck up, that is so not true.”

“Why do you always look at me like that?” “Like what?” “Like you… Want me.” 

“You staring at me like that is giving me false hopes so I’m going to need you to stop.”

“So like… Do you like them or something?” “Why would you think that? How could you think that?” “Because you keep staring at them like you’re in love or something.” 

“Stop eyeing them like they’re a piece of snack, you fucking weirdass.” “The fuck? I do not do that, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I can’t help but stare at you because you’re just so…” “So…?” “Breathtaking. You’re breathtaking.”

[tiredeg]

All I have are smoking guns (George/Alex, outsider POV, 600 words)

“It was so funny,” Lando tells them all, “I went over to Williams earlier to say happy birthday, and it literally sounded like they were having sex. It was all moaning and grunting, I actually thought Alex had a girl in there until he said George’s name.” 

Kimi hasn’t really been paying Lando too much attention, more focused on debating whether he still has time to pee, but maybe this is something he could use on George. Maybe they were fighting, maybe George will be distracted in the car. 

“That would give it away, yes,” Alex says. He’s sipping from his straw like he doesn’t care, like he’s happy to stand here and listen to Lando tell his little story to half of the grid. 

“Except,” Lando keeps going, “it was more like Georrrrge” — he throws his head back and moans dramatically. Netflix aren’t here this weekend, Kimi doesn’t think, but they’d have loved that one. Might even have made the trailer.  

Alex laughs, so Kimi lets himself snigger too. He stops when he sees George coming. Alex doesn’t. 

“Chaps,” George nods as he steps in behind Alex. There’s not much room where they’re huddling behind the barriers until they absolutely have to go out for the parade. Not much room, but probably enough to accommodate George in the circle. He doesn’t move. 

“We were just talking about you,” Alex leans back into him. It makes him lose some height, makes it so that he has to look up at George. They probably aren’t having a fight then, just wrestling over something. Damn. 

“Oh yeah?” George leans in, obviously interested. 

“Lando here was just telling us how he overheard our life-changing shag earlier in my room.” 

“Woah, woah, woah,” Lando cuts in, “nobody said anything about life-changing, don’t give yourselves too much credit.” 

“I wasn’t life-changing?” George gasps, one of those little faux-shocked things he loves to do when somebody makes a joke about him in a meeting. It always works—Kimi’s been thinking of trying it out, but it probably won’t land the same for him. 

“Eh, you were fine,” Alex wiggles his hand in a so-so gesture. 

“Fine?” George’s voice is higher now—he’s good at this. “I come all the way over to Williams to give you a birthday seeing to, and all you can say is fine?” 

“Hey, I could have been seeing to you,” Alex has been doing a good job at keeping his voice steady before, but now even Kimi can hear the smile seeping through.  

“Not likely,” Lando snorts. 

“Oi!” 

It devolves from there until they’re finally called outside. Kimi manages to get up next to Max as the parade starts, nice. He isn’t half as much of a dick as George likes to paint him—whatever’s going on there isn’t Kimi’s problem. Honestly, he likes talking to Max anyway, but he especially likes the little wrinkle between George's eyebrows whenever he catches them talking.  

Speaking of, where—oh, George is over talking to Nico. He looks happy enough, giving little waves out to the crowd every now and then, as if anyone is looking at him when Lewis is in red beside him. George’s face changes as Kimi watches, flowing from bland politeness to something warmer. Nico might not have noticed, hasn't had to spend as many excruciating meeting room hours with him, but Kimi can tell. Besides, it's only Kimi at the correct angle to see Alex’s foot, small in his boot, run along the back of George's leg. They're lucky Mercedes aren't in white this weekend, or there'd be a mark. Though, he supposes, even in plain sight probably nobody would notice. 

[fungifanart]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a nsfw fic with a male!reader who is chubby with Leona Kingscholar?

Context: Leona returned to his home country for a festival with his boyfriend, where one of the events involved dancing women, where one of the girls got injured, leading to the reader asking to take her place and performs out in public, wowing everyone and enticing Leona with the reader's outfit and performance, leading to enjoyable night...

Hope this is good! Thank you!

A song of yearning and lust

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Male reader, plus size!reader, Falena and Cheka are there for two seconds

CW: Smut, blowjobs, anal fingering

Word count: 1.6k

Notes: Hi! Thanks for requesting! I'm SO sorry that this took so long. Like I said in my last fic, my muse has been in a bit of a state recently and then he decided to run away with this fic after he finally recovered. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it!

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At this point, Leona's come to the conclusion that he just can't have nice things.

There's always gotta be something that gets in the way of his plans.

Case in point, he was able to bring you, his precious boyfriend, with him to a festival in Sunrise City, but then the lead dancer managed to hurt herself while practicing for the main event, which was SUPPOSED to be a romantic moment between you two.

"It’s too last minute and we don't have anyone to fill in for her! We'll have to cancel the whole show at this rate!" The event organizer laments, much to Leona's great frustration.

"What kinda event organizer are you that you don't have ANYONE lined up to fill in for the most important part of the show?!" Leona criticizes harshly before you chime in.

"U-um, if you need a performer, then I think I can fill in for her!" You offer, which, while surprising to the lion, causes the organizer to look at you like you've grown a second head.

"...*ahem* With all due respect, the role of lead dancer is traditionally filled by a woman with...slightly less...circumference than yourse--" The organizer begins to say before finding Leona's hand clutching his neck like a vice.

"That's a BOLD statement to say to the literal second prince's boyfriend right in front of him." Leona states in a very threatening tone that comes with an unspoken order of 'Choose your next words VERY carefully.'

"I-it's just that the costume might not fit him a-and--" The organizer manages to squeak out before the lion's grip tightens further.

"Then make it fit him. You don't have a choice now." Leona finishes, leaving no room for debate and releasing the organizer who immediately scurries off with you in tow.

After being seated in the crowd section reserved for the royal family, Leona waits anxiously for the show to begin. He's seen you express an interest in performing arts, but he must admit that he's never seen you actually perform before, so now the lion is VERY interested to see how this goes.

The surrounding lights dim as the time for the performance arrives and a single spotlight shines on the center of the stage, revealing you in an outfit that makes Leona's heart skip a beat in how it beautifully accentuates every curve on your body. He suddenly feels the need to cross his legs even before the performance has started.

It's then that the sound of hand drums fill the silence and you begin to sing.

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Embrace the dark you call a home,

Gaze upon an empty, white throne

A legacy of lies,

A familiar disguise

Sing with me a song of conquest and fate

The black pillar cracks beneath its weight

Night breaks through the day, hard as a stone

Lost in thoughts all alone

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Oh, what the hell.

Leona watches, fully mesmerized, as you dance and sing to the music perfectly, your voice powerful and full of passion accompanied by sharp and spirited movements that show off your curves even more with every roll.

He needs to cross his legs even tighter now.

"Unca, are you okay?"

Leona tears his intense gaze away from your performance to face his poor, innocent nephew who's looking at him in concern from his seat next to his parents, "Y-yeah, 'm fine." He responds while subtly trying to position his clothing in a way that hides his growing erection.

Unfortunately, the brat's nosiness draws his father's attention.

"Hmm, you are looking a little stressed, Leona. Are you sure you're alright?" Falena asks as he reaches out to feel Leona's forehead for a fever.

However, the younger lion quickly slips away from his brother and out of his seat, "I said I'm fine. Just need to go get some water." He lies before striding out of the royal seating area and towards the back of the performance stage.

Speed-walking down the hallway, he hears the music of your performance finish and sees you emerge from the door at the other end, still wearing that damn outfit.

Your face lights up upon seeing him approach, but then turns to concern when you see his serious expression.

"Leona! U-uh...did you like my performance--" You start to ask as he reaches you at the middle of the hallway, but you let out a yelp in surprise as he hooks his arm in yours and drags you into the room you'd stopped in front of, which seems to be a large, but dimly lit supply closet.

Leaving you to stumble into your new surroundings, Leona quickly turns around, shuts the door and locks it before turning back around and pushing you up against the nearest wall.

"L-Leona???" You shriek, still disoriented, "What are y--"

"So when were ya gonna tell me ya could perform like that, huh?" The lion cuts you off in a low, intimidating voice, "I was so caught off-guard, that I almost couldn't cover this up in time." Leona reaches down and moves the fabric in front of his pants, relishing in your surprise upon looking down and seeing his erection struggling to free itself, “And how embarrassing would it have been for you to have made me pop a boner in front of my family?”

“U-uuuhhhh…” Is your only response, seemingly unable to take your eyes off of the twitching bulge in Leona’s pants.

Amused, Leona uses his strength to force you down onto your knees, “Since this is your fault, why don’t you go ahead and take care of it for me? You’re already drooling over it anyway.” He says mirthfully while reaching down and lifting your hand, guiding it halfway towards his bulge, allowing you to close the distance of your own free will.

Finally, you lay your hand on the other man’s bulge, sending a shock of pleasure through his lower region from that one touch. You then begin rubbing all along the outline of his shaft inside his pants, already forming a wet spot around the tip from the precum leaking out. You look back up at him, silently asking for permission, as if you need it.

“Do it…Herbivore, please. Just do it.” Leona urges, almost begging you to continue.

You nod before taking hold of the waist of the other man’s pants, pulling them down and allowing his member to break free and stand at full attention. And, no matter how many times you've seen it, you still have to take a second to take it all in as Leona's patience wears ever thinner.

“Herbivore, for the love of all that is–” Leona takes a sharp inhale as you interrupt him by laying a kiss on the tip of his dick and then proceeding to do so along the shaft to the base, worshipping every inch until you reach his balls. You then proceed to lick all over them, only stopping to spit in your palm and use it to start pumping Leona's entire length before fully taking his balls in your mouth, swishing them around with your tongue.

“F-fuck, you're so good…!” Leona praises as you release his balls from your mouth with a satisfying pop before dragging your tongue from the base of his cock along the shaft to the tip, swirling your tongue over it and savoring the taste of his precum.

Before taking his full length in your mouth, you take a brief moment to pull away from Leona's dick, putting your right hand in your mouth and thoroughly coating your fingers in as much saliva as possible before snaking your arms around to his now uncovered backside.

“Herbivore? What're you– gah!!” The lion exclaims as you use your left hand to spread his asscheeks open and run the moist fingertips of your right hand over his exposed asshole, lubricating it enough to insert two of them and begin gently massaging the inside as moans begin escaping the proud lion’s mouth.

With your right hand at work, you move your left hand back to your boyfriend’s shaft, still rock hard or perhaps even harder then before, and hold it steady as you begin taking it fully into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down his length, running your tongue over all of his most sensitive spots and causing his moans and grunts to turn into whines as the stimulation overtakes him and the pleasure builds more and more.

“Shit, Y/n, keep going…!!!” Leona begs as he drops his nickname for you and puts his hand on the back of your head, pushing you further down his shaft, making you choke slightly before doing as he says. You make your fingering and tongue movements faster and more rough as the pleasure starts to overflow and Leona feels himself about to burst, “Fuck, I-I’m gonna–” He cuts himself off with a huge moan as the pleasure spills over and you keep your head still to let him release his huge load down your throat.

After reaching his climax, Leona lets go of your head as your massaging of his asshole and shaft slows down, coaxing the last drops of his cum into your mouth before releasing his softening shaft, letting it flop down against his pelvis and finally taking your fingers out of his asshole.

“Damn, Herbivore,” Leona says, out of breath, while caressing your cheek affectionately, “You’re always so good to me.”

You smile at him as you finish swallowing the rest of his cum that was in your mouth, “It’s because I love you!” You respond while standing up, allowing Leona to share a deep and passionate kiss with you, ignoring the salty and sour taste still on your tongue, until he feels something hard brush against his thigh.

“Heh, guess I should return the favor.” Leona says while looking down at your own throbbing erection poking through your outfit.

[ultravioletbrit]

“ball” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 305 words

Regulus is sitting on the couch with one foot tucked under him and James’ feet in his lap and he’s absentmindedly playing with the hem of James’ joggers. He’s reading a fascinating book Pandora got him about the interconnection between Greek philosophy and mythology; James is reading a magazine that Regulus has never heard of. Regulus is getting lost in the moment until he hears Sirius snickering from across the room, he tries to ignore it, but Sirius doesn’t stop.

“What?” Regulus looks up, annoyed.

“You guys are the literal embodiment of ‘you know how to ball, I know Aristotle’.” Sirius chuckles.

“Did you just compare us to a Taylor Swift lyric?” Regulus raises an eyebrow.

“I mean…” Sirius gestures between Regulus and James.

“You mean what?” Regulus narrows his eyes.

“What are you reading?” Sirius asks instead of answering.  

Regulus reluctantly looks at his book about Greek philosophy then just glares at Sirius who cackles in response. “So? James is also reading?” Regulus tries to justify.

“James, what are you reading?” Sirius asks.

Regulus looks at James who’s trying very hard not to giggle when he says, “FourFourTwo.”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

“It’s my football magazine, love.” James tells him with a chuckle.

“Face it, Reggie. Your relationship is a walking, talking Taylor song.” Sirius leans back with a smug smile.

Before Regulus can respond, Barty and Evan walk in the living room and throw themselves on the other couch. “Hey, Sirius? You want to play video games with me and Ev?” Barty asks, unaware of the current conversation.

James and Sirius look at each other and burst out laughing.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Regulus mumbles and rolls his eyes.

“What?” Barty looks between the three of them.

“It’s Taylor’s world, Barty. We’re just living in it.” Sirius tells him.

“Well, obviously.” Barty rolls his eyes.

[bigskyandthecoldgun]

steve immediately catching obvious signs of heartbreak from eddie because he’s experienced them so many times himself, wondering how anyone could have possibly turned the guy down or strung him along, when he himself is so smitten that he can barely keep himself from telling eddie how he feels for fear of ruining their friendship. steve assuming that some metalhead girl is the source of eddie’s heartbreak, trying to set him up with a couple of girls to try and help him get over whoever it is, having boys’ nights where he offers to listen to whatever eddie wants to say about this mystery girl that’s got his heart all in knots, even though it’s downright torturous for steve.

eddie being more confused than he’s ever been, because steve seems to have picked up on how hopelessly eddie’s been pining, but not that it’s him eddie’s been pining after. he has to keep turning down the girls steve tries to set him up with, has to keep deflecting when steve asks him about the “girl” that’s making him so sad, all the while he’s, like, pretty sure steve is flirting with him. but steve’s straight, right? right…?

[amalgamationink]

NAPOWRIMO25 #18: you only listen to the mountain goats and i only listen to you

[maaxverstappen]

help me hold onto you | T | 9/13

f1driver!max and streamer!charles

The man—Charles, Max assumes—sounds French. He loves that. He should be used to a French accent, he was forced to converse with Pierre often enough, but it sounds different coming from Charles. More melodic. Almost similar to someone he used to know once. “And that made me think,” Charles says, voice bellowing from Max’s speakers. “That it was stupid that we didn't have carrots before. Like, come on, it's a farming game.” Max has no fucking idea what the hell he is on about.

or: Max is lonely and finds Charles streaming on Twitch.

based on this prompt sent to @f1prompts

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Fic Titles: Song Edition

Part VI

Teach me how to get my smile back - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, HAN feat. BAE

You keep a lot of secrets (and I keep none) - Fireproof, The National

Too much darkness for a rainbow - Gone, Rosé

I always say goodbye - World spins madly on, The Weepies

We can set the world on fire - You are the solution, Loving Caliber

Drop a single tear drop - Tomboy, (G)I-DLE

I still dream of you - Ghost towns, Radical Face

Love is not a competition - Collide, Rachel Platten

Demons are friends, angels are enemies - @ my worst, blackbear

We're such a mess together - Using you, Mars Argo

I've found a love to love like no other can - Nara, alt-J

All for freedom and for pleasure - Everybody wants to rule the world, Tears for Fears

Why you asking? (No, I'm not ok) - Not ok, Loco feat. Minnie

In the fantasy it's so convincing - Dirty thoughts, Chloe Adams

The only memory is us kissing in the moonlight - Can't remember to forget you, Shakira feat. Rihanna

Searching for something that ain't lost - Don't waste my time, Victor Lundberg

A little more delicate - Clementine, Sarah Jaffe

Tonight we are victorious - Victorious, Panic! at the Disco

I want you so much, but I hate your guts - Landfill, Daughter

Your idols betray you/Your heroes will fail you/′Cause we are no saints - We are no saints, Blind Channel

Are we best friends? Are we somethin' in between that? - Heartbeat, Childish Gambino

'Cause sometimes the wrong ones are just what you need - James has changed, Phoebe Ryan

Heart made of glass, my mind of stone - Lovely, Billie Eilish & Khalid

Chasing visions of our futures - Youth, Daughter

Why is love so contradicting? - Contradicting, Hyunjin

I wanna be found by you - Adore, Amy Shark

Somebody might die (but nobody gets hurt) - Honey, Måneskin

The history books forgot about us - Samson, Regina Spektor

I like us better when we're intertwined - Cool, Dua Lipa

Baby don't go away (love me like you loved me) - Miserable (You & Me), HAN

More titles!

[after-witch]

Horrorfest: You Better Not Let Him In [Yandere Wolfman x Reader]

Title: You Better Not Let Him In [Yandere Wolfman x Reader]

Synopsis: The door doesn't lock, and he still wants you to let him in.

For Horrorfest request: trying to hide from a wolfman but the door wont close

Word count: 600ish

notes: yandere, non-graphic mentions of violence, implications of possible sexual assault

“Oh, please.” The words bubble from your chapped lips like a prayer. A desperate one, the kind you would whisper like a mantra as a child, eyes squeezed shut, on those nights that you were suddenly sure you wouldn’t wake up. 

Now-I-lay-me-down-to-sleep-I-pray-the-lord-my-soul-to-keep. 

If-I-should-die-before-I-wake-I-pray-the-lord-my-soul-to-take.

But there’s no use praying to the wolfman on the other side of the door.

No use at all. 

His breath is loud; you imagine how hot it must be against the door. What it must smell like: primal, like the rest of him. He pants in great short huffs from the running he did–the chasing, more like.

Chasing you from the hiking trail all the way into your little cabin (he burst through the front door, broke the lock clean off); down the hall, into what had been your bedroom for the past week.

Only there was no lock on the door–it won’t even close all the way, thanks to the faulty hinges. And there’s nothing heavy enough to put in front of it, nothing you’re strong enough to drag.

Nothing at all you could do but brace your shoulder against it, even though you saw the wolfman break the heavy lock on the thick front door of the cabin like it was nothing. 

So you know, without a hint of a doubt–

The only reason he’s not inside right now is because he’s waiting for you to open up, like a good little thing, like Red Riding Hood smiling brightly at grandmother before she gets oh-so-close enough to see the points of her sharp teeth. 

“Open the door,” he says, in a voice that is not very sweet. “Open the door, and let me in.”

There’s a sound against the wood. Scratching. A claw–his claw, he has no hands but paws with nails so sharp you’re sure they will gut you easily–dragging down the wood.

You don’t answer. You can’t. All you can do is press your shoulder feebly against the door, knowing he’s on the other side, knowing all it would take is a shove to have you on the floor and the door swinging off its loose hinges.

How did he find you? How long had he followed you? It all falls into place, here, on the other side of the door. The unusual footprints around the cabin. The ripped up flowers left at your door, topped with a dead mouse. The sounds in the woods--the snapping, the breath you thought had been a fox or perhaps, a lumbering raccoon.

It was him, and now--

“Open the door,” he says to your silence. Louder and lower, and you catch the sound of spittle in it. He won’t be patient for much longer. You have to make a choice.

Your heart pounds so hard you can hear it. 

He can, too. 

“Open the door,” he says, for the final time. “Or I’ll–”

Huff-and-puff-and-blow-your-house-in.

“Please don’t,” you squeak out, sounding like the prey that you are. “I’ll–-I’ll open it.”

It takes longer than you expect to force your body to move away from the door. It doesn’t want to move. It knows what’s going to happen, even as your brain whirs and whirs and tries to guess. 

He could eat you. Tear you to pieces, gobble you down like dinner. He could–he could–but oh, you know, there are worse things than being eaten.

Worse things are what you think about when he pushes the door, which half-falls off the broken hinges, and stands in the now-empty frame. 

He smiles, and his teeth are very sharp. 

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “and no matter where I go, I’m always gonna want you back (I know, you know, I will never get over you)” prompts 

Want You Back - 5SOS 

“What if I tell you I never truly got over you?” “Well… That doesn’t change anything, does it?”

“So you’ll always love them?” “…I’m afraid so.”

“They’re just not someone you can get over. The thought of them lingers; their presence always felt.”  

“I thought you moved on.” “Unfortunately for me, I’m still very much in love with them.” 

“I… I wish they were still mine, but I fucked things up so bad, and now things will never go back to the way they were before.” 

“They really were irreplaceable. I physically cannot stomach being with someone else. It has to be them, but it also can’t be them. Not anymore.” 

“Do you actually love [insert character A’s name] or are you still thinking about [insert Character B’s name].” “…Next question, please.”

“You’re someone I can’t move on from.” “Maybe you just aren’t trying hard enough.” “No… No it’s not— You were it for me. And I somehow fucked it up.” 

“Apparently, time doesn’t make you miss somebody less, even after you’ve broken up. It actually makes you miss them more.” “…Yeah, I don’t think that’s the usual experience.” 

“I can’t help but wish I did things differently. Maybe I’d still have them in my life, you know?”

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Song Lyrics to Use as Inspiration for Your Stories (SFW)

This totally isn't my attempt at getting my music taste validated, not at all!

"I'd die all day and every night just to miss you." - Flatline (5 Seconds of Summer)

"We still talk like every day, but we don't talk in the same way that we used to." - A Part of Me (Neck Deep ft. Laura Whiteside)

"We won't break, we won't die, it's just a moment of change." - All We Are (OneRepublic)

"Maybe I was stupid for tellin' you goodbye." - My Life Would Suck Without You (Kelly Clarkson)

"I see sparks fly whenever you smile." - Sparks Fly (Taylor Swift)

"Risk it all 'cause I'll catch you if you fall." - If My Heart Was A House (Owl City)

"They'll tear us apart if you give them the chance." - Check Yes, Juliet (We the Kings)

"And I've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime. And I'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine." - Dandelions (Ruth B)

"You're not just someone I can live with; you're someone I can't live without." - I Want It All (The Script)

"Now here we are, so close yet so far. Haven't I passed the test?" - Give Your Heart a Break (Demi Lovato)

"So won't you give me tonight and the rest of your life? I wanna have it all with you." - Biblical (Calum Scott)

"And if you say you're okay, I'm gonna heal you anyway." - The Cure (Lady Gaga)

"'Cause baby, everything you are is everything I need." - Everything I Need (Skylar Grey)

"You give me a reason, something to believe in." - Homesick (Dua Lipa)

"Won't you take me by the hand, take me somewhere new?" - I'm With You (Avril Lavigne)

"Lucky we're in love in every way, lucky to have stayed where we have stayed, lucky to be coming home someday." - Lucky (Jason Mraz ft. Colbie Caillat)

"Your kiss is like whiskey, it gets me drunk. And I wake up in the morning with the taste of your tongue." - My First Kiss (3OH!3 ft. Kesha)

"And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me, it happens all the time." - Need You Now (Lady A)

"If I wanted to leave, I would've left by now but you're the only one that knows me better than I know myself." - Better Than I Know Myself (Adam Lambert)

"Won't you sing me your sweet lullaby? Just the sound of your voice is the thing that I need." - Lullaby (Sigala and Paloma Faith)

"With your body next to mine, our hearts will beat as one. And we're set alight, we're afire love." - Afire Love (Ed Sheeran)

"It's not a walk in the park to love each other, but when our fingers interlock, can't deny, can't deny you're worth it." - Still Into You (Paramore)

"And be standing there beside you right when the storm comes through." - Army of One (Coldplay)

"Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through hell with you." - Stand By You (Rachel Platten)

"I’m not afraid to look insane 'cause I’m crazy 'bout you." - My Gospel (Charlie Puth)

"I was a wreck when you came along. When there was nothing left, you showed me the best." - Better With You (Jesse McCartney)

"'Cause it's true, I am nothing without you." - With Me (Sum 41)

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unreal unearth prompts ˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍊 ꒱

⋆ "i'd still know you."

⋆ "i'd block the sun if you want it done."

⋆ "some part of me must have died the first time that you called me baby."

⋆ "come here to me, when was the last time?"

⋆ "when i was young, i used to guess."

⋆ "do you think i'd give up?"

⋆ "do you think i'd give up? that this could've shook the love from me?"

⋆ "how could you think i'd scare so easily?"

⋆ "my life was a storm since i was born."

⋆ "if i could hold you for a minute, i'd go through it again."

⋆ "heaven is not fit to house a love like yours and mine."

⋆ "i feel lighter than i have in so much time."

⋆ "how could i fall when i am lifted by every word you say to me?"

⋆ "if you need to, darling, lean your weight on me."

⋆ "but if we fall i only pray, don't fall away from me."

⋆ "i do not have wings, love, and i never will."

⋆ "i'm starvin', darling."

⋆ "honey, i wanna race you to the table."

⋆ "two outfits then to my name, and you'd end up in one when you'd stay."

⋆ "we'd go out with no way to get home."

⋆ "but I know being reckless and young is not how the damage gets done."

⋆ "we knew what our love was worth."

⋆ "hold me like water- or christ, hold me like a knife."

⋆ "it's who we are."

⋆ "darling, we sacrificed."

⋆ "if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right."

⋆ "we didn't get it right but, love, we did our best."

⋆ "there are some things that no one teaches you, love."

⋆ "but it came easy, darlin', as natural as another leg around you in the bed frame."

⋆ "so far from home to have a stranger call you "darling"."

⋆ "i would do everything if you'd hear me."

⋆ "the feeling came late, but i'm still glad i met you."

⋆ "i knew i'd no choice but to love you."

⋆ "i thought you were like an angel to me."

⋆ do you know i could break beneath the weight of the goodness, love, i still carry for you?"

⋆ "it's like i lived my whole life before the first light."

⋆ "the sun's coming up."

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sorry this took so long...only i could come up with a writing game and then immediately lose motivation after it's been posted...anyway...

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writing game here!

Roadtrips with Art look a little different these days. When he’d first got his license, the summer ‘roadtrips’ were to the local store or sometimes venturing down to the river for a swim. There’s only one thing that’s stayed the same all these years: the destination, his grandma’s house. The two of you had long since moved away, headed down to California to start married life, to start Art’s tennis career and to start your job in fashion design. So, it was late November, the tennis tour had ended for the year so the two of you were heading across states to spend Thanksgiving with Grandma Donaldson. You lost track of the days pretty quickly, time now measured in kilometres travelled or how many of your favourite albums you could play before Art got sick of them, which he never did. He’d smile when one of his particular favourite songs came on and he’d sing along in his ridiculous voice and you’d collapse into giggles as he tells you that he’s ‘in love with every song’. 

Today had been a particularly long day of driving and you can’t really remember when you’d fallen asleep, your head resting on Art’s shoulder as he occasionally stole glances at your soft sleeping form, when the new Mercedes Art was steering turned into the knackered old Vauxhall you were dreaming about. It was only when you felt that familiar turn onto the dirt roads that you started to stir, opening one eye sleepily as Art deftly pulled into the parking spot outside the hotel. The hotel that the two of you had stayed in everytime you came down to visit as it was just a few towns over from home and whilst you could grind out a few more hours in the car and reach Grandma’s house exhausted and achy, you knew Art couldn’t pass up the chance to stay in the hotel you’d both lost your virginity in . For your 17th birthday, Art had booked a hotel stay for you both, he’d been so scared of his grandma finding out his plans that he’d chosen this place, the furthest he’d ever driven in the year since he’d got his license. Art had tried his best to make an effort, scattering rose petals across the bed which only led to you both cleaning them up in the early morning and he’d cum prematurely, too worked up to hold back. It was perfect. 

‘Baby?’ comes Art’s gentle whisper, his fingers brushing your shoulder and you stir, blinking rapidly, ‘We’re here.’ continues Art, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek and you smile, getting out the car and looking up at the hotel, shrouded in darkness. It had certainly had a renovation since you’d last been but before you had time to dwell on the nostalgia of it all, Art came round to your side with the suitcases, you reached out for your own and he tutted. The two of you had done this dance before, Art was raised by his grandma, he was too much of a gentleman to let you lift a finger on these road trips, though it wasn’t for your lack of trying. Striding across the car park with the suitcases in tow, Art was already metres ahead of you and you mentally cursed yourself for letting him win again as you chased after him, laughing. You check in easily and take the elevator up to the room, leaning on Art and catching sight of your sleepy expression in the mirrored walls and wincing, trying to smooth out your hair whilst he just shakes his head at you. The doors open and Art’s already playing chase again, sprinting down the freshly carpeted corridor as you run after him, filling the space with your amusement. ‘Hey.’ says Art gleefully, pressing a kiss to your lips as he unlocks the door, the pride of a winner in his eyes, still your gentleman. 

You exhale in relief at the sight of the plush hotel duvet, the crisp hotel sheets and you flop onto the bed with a groan and Art can hardly stifle his snort. ‘Comfy sweetheart?’ he teases, palm hitting your shin playfully, ‘Mhm I’ve missed this bed.’ you mutter lazily, spreading your arms out across the white covers much to Art’s mirth as he kneels down and takes off your shoes, pressing a soft kisses to your ankle and then starting to kiss his way up your legs till he reaches your knees, catching your eye with a smirk, ‘How much have you missed this bed?’ He teases, calloused hands running up your thighs and you shiver, ‘Or did you just miss what it means?’ Art whispers, his fingers now brushing the edge of your dress and tugging at the hem. You flush red, despite your many years of dating and even more years of marriage, Art still manages to render you speechless when he flirts like this. ‘C’mon baby’ he drawls, his hometown accent starting to slip through as he pushes the dress up to reveal your panties, sucking a dark mark into the flesh right next to where you want him and you whimper needily. ‘Ah she speaks!’ he teases, a sly grin on his face, ‘Thought you’d fallen asleep on me’. You wrinkle your nose at him petulantly, ‘I could never doze off when you’re like this’ you grumble and he winks in that boyish way he always does, ‘Like this?’ Art whispers, fingers hooking into your panties and pulling them down to reveal your folds, clit twitching in anticipation as you bite back a moan. 

‘Mhm- please- Art.’ you rasped as his hands gripped your thighs, thumbs rubbing the flesh there in circular motions. The days of travelling and nights in crappy motels had left you both feeling pretty pent up sexually. You bucked your hips and he got the message, happy to oblige as he leant forward to be eye-level with your folds. Art licked a long stripe up your cunt and you shuddered, ‘Oh yeah…’ you whimper, eyes closed in pleasure and he beams in delight, his lips brushing over the sensitive nub just above your hole. Slowly, Art starts to suck at your clit, and you can no longer stifle your moans, his fingers digging so hard into your thighs to stabilize himself you’re sure there will be marks tomorrow. Art was a man possessed when he ate you out, a complete contrast to your gentlemanly husband, for he was now slurping at your pussy like he hadn’t eaten in days, playing with your juices. You cry out. ‘Art!’ as his tongue penetrates you and his laugh reverberates against your sensitive folds and you squirm. He pulls away briefly, looking at your flushed expression with a cheeky smile, his fingertips pulling apart your pussy lips to reveal your twitching hole, ‘So pretty’ he croons, spitting into your entrance before delving his tongue back in and you jolt, gasping and moaning. His tonguefucking is relentless and it’s not long before your legs start to shake as his nose is buried against your clit, tip of his tongue hitting your g-spot over and over till you’re seeing stars. ‘Baby-’ you let out a strangled whine, less of a warning than anything else, before your orgasm crashes over you and your juices are soaking the hotel sheets, no matter how much licking and sucking Art does of your leaking sensitive cunt. You let a string of curse words as you come down from the high, and he continues to feast on your cum before pulling away, licking his saturated lips and smiling as he tastes you. 

‘I could stare at you like this all day’ he murmurs softly, clambering on top of you, taking in your flushed features and blissed out expression, kissing you, still some of your juices on his lips and you whimper into his mouth as you break the kiss, ‘I love you’ you whisper in his ear and he blushes, the tips of his ears going red as he slides off you.‘I love you too darling but we should get some rest, still got one more day of driving before we reach Grandma’ he says awkwardly and you can see by his stiff walk to the bathroom that he came in his trousers just from eating you out and you press your lips together to fight a smile at how weirdly endearing that is. ‘I’m gonna- uh- take a shower baby, then you can, kay?’ his attempt at nonchalance is terrible and a giggle bursts out of you, ‘Sure darling’, you nod, splaying your body out over the bed, at peace because no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.