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once again looking to write a m.r & m.rs smith inspired plot for discord? I really want arranged marriage and spy things
plot where our muses are both actors/actresses that land a gig as co-stars. for muse a, it's the opportunity of a lifetime. they're just starting out in their career (maybe this is even their first real role.) muse b, however, is a big time celebrity with a horrific reputation for being erratic, unreliable, and a nightmare to work with.
( a collection of too close for 'just friends' prompts. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse.
They’ve always hugged, but lately those hugs linger just a beat too long.
Sharing a bed during a trip—neither of them sleeps much because they’re too aware of the other’s presence.
Accidentally slipping into couple habits (buying each other food, remembering their exact coffee order, fixing their collar, etc.).
Friends teasing them for acting like a couple… and both of them freezing because it hits a little too close.
One notices the other’s dating profile and feels irrationally territorial.
The line between “friendly banter” and “flirting” has gotten blurry.
A partner/bystander points it out bluntly: “You know they’re in love with you, right?”
A fight about boundaries—because one of them wants more, but is terrified of losing the friendship.
A drunken kiss that neither of them can stop thinking about.
Everyone else assumes they’re together already… and they can’t quite correct them.
“Do you have any idea what it does to me when you look at me like that?”
“You’re supposed to be my safe place, not the reason my chest feels like it’s going to explode.”
“We can’t—God, we can’t cross that line.”
“Say it. Say you don’t feel it too, and I’ll drop it.”
“You don’t get to touch me like that and still call it friendship.”
“Stop smiling at me like I’m yours.”
“If this is just friendship, then why can’t I breathe when you’re this close?”
“You’re going to ruin me, and you don’t even know it.”
“One more second like this, and I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
“Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll believe you.”
“Don’t kiss me like that and pretend it means nothing.”
“We’re not supposed to do this. We’re not supposed to feel this.”
“I’d rather lose my mind than lose you, and right now I think I’m losing both.”
“Do you want me to beg? Is that what this is?”
“If we cross this line, nothing will ever be the same. And God help me, I still want to.”
“If you keep touching me like that, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Friends don’t ache when the other leaves the room. So what does that make us?”
“Tell me to go, and I will. Please—say something before I do something we can’t take back.”
“Don’t call me your best friend when you’re looking at me like I’m more.”
“If this is nothing, then why does it feel like everything?”
“You don’t get it, do you? Every time you smile at me, it feels like a promise.”
“You’re in my head all the time, and it’s killing me. Friends aren’t supposed to feel like this.”
“If we cross this line, you’re not just my friend anymore. You’re my downfall.”
“You’re standing too close.”
“Do you even know what you’re doing to me right now?”
“Stop making me want something I can’t have.”
“I can’t lose you to this, but God, I can’t stop wanting you either.”
“You’re looking at me weird.”
“That wasn’t a… friendly thing to say.”
“Do you always stand this close?”
“Why does it feel different when it’s you?”
“You’re supposed to be my best friend, not the one making my heart race.”
“That… didn’t sound like a joke.”
“Stop holding me like that. Friends don’t hold each other like that.”
“Do you even realize how you’re looking at me right now?”
“Don’t call me yours. You don’t mean it.”
“I can’t breathe when you touch me like that.”
“Say we’re still just friends. Lie to me.”
“We’re not supposed to want this.”
“If this is nothing, then why does it feel like everything?”
“One more second and I’m not going to be able to stop myself.”
“Every time you laugh, I forget we’re not allowed to be more.”
“Tell me you don’t feel it. Please. Tell me I’m imagining this.”
“You can’t just kiss me and act like it means nothing.”
“I’m trying so hard not to want you, and you’re making it impossible.”
“If you keep looking at me like that, I swear I’ll ruin everything.”
“Tell me to go, or I’m not going to.”
“You’re mine. God help me, I don’t care what we call it—you’re mine.”
“I’d rather destroy this friendship than pretend I don’t want you anymore.”
“Do you want me to beg? Because I will.”
“We’ve already crossed the line. The second I realized I loved you, we did.”
“Stop staring at me like that. You’re my best friend.”
“You can’t just… say stuff like that. We’re supposed to be friends.”
“Friends don’t make my heart do backflips when they smile.”
“Why does it feel like I’m cheating when you go on dates?”
“Don’t hold my hand if you don’t mean it.”
“We’ve been friends for years, so why does it suddenly feel different?”
“Don’t kiss me like that if you’re going to pretend it didn’t happen.”
“You’re supposed to be the one I tell about my crush, not be the crush.”
“That’s not a friendly kind of jealousy.”
“If we’re just friends, then why do I feel like you’re mine?”
MR. & MRS. SMITH 2005 | dir. Doug Liman
‘Why aren’t we interacting?’
😿 - I’m too shy to reach out 😥 - I’m a little intimidated by your writing length / style / formatting 😵 - I don’t know how to approach you ⌛️ - You seem really busy 👥 - I don’t know which of my muses you’re interested in 📝 - It would help if you could feel my interest checker! ❓ - I’m not familiar with any of your current muses 📩 - I’ve sent you asks / written you starters, but you never replied to them 📤 - We have threads, and I’ve been waiting on your replies 💬 - I have a plot in mind for us, but I haven’t found the right way/time to reach out 💞 - I ship our muses, but I don’t know if you’re interested ✒️ - I usually interact through memes / open starters and you don’t post a lot of them 🥇 - You followed me first and I’m waiting for you to make the first move 🥰 - I’m following you because I love your writing and content and I just want to read your stuff ➕ - Other reason(s) -sender specifies-
tbh give me a “damn you used to be dorky and lame as fuck in high school but now you’re fucking hot and i kinda wanna rip your clothes off but oops i used to make your life a living hell??? pls tell me you accept blowjobs as a form of an apology????” plot thanks
looking to write a kinky plot where a girl moves into her new place, only to find out that there's a demonic presence tethered to it. he's not exactly chaotic, nor does he mean her any physical harm, but he does eventually consider her a roommate. what happens when he starts interacting with her? like this or dm?
Cristina giggled the second her feet left the ground. She clung to her boyfriend happily, her cheek against his. “And I’ll say it anytime you want because it’s true,” she told him, going in for another gentle kiss, this time nipping playfully at his lower one. She hummed happily and kept him close, enjoying every moment. “How was your day at work, my love?”
Dominic pressed his lips to her own sweetly, his hands ghosting further up her thighs as he walked. He settled in on the couch, just holding her close against him to welcome her better with a nice and firm hug. "It was good. Busy. I missed seeing your face this morning."
Maeve & Open
"You're first published article, after all that hard work it finally paid off. How about we go out for some drinks to celebrate, my treat."
"I'm not just a pretty face, huh?" Vince teased. It wasn't something he expected to work on, but because the subject was something he felt passionate about, things fell into place when the publication approached him for an opinion. "I'll take you up on it."
Keith Powers
Cristina couldn’t help but laugh at his words, knowing it was the truth. She pulled their hands up and pressed a kiss to the back of his as she followed him. “Oh, you’re the best boyfriend in the world. Have I told you that lately?” She asked, winding her arms around him to hug him tightly. “You know exactly how to make me feel better. Always.”
Dominic chuckled, his gait somewhat limited when she wound her arms around him but he simply put both arms around her and lifted her up a little bit to playfully drag her along before lifting her up higher and pulling her legs around his waist. "I've heard it before from you, but I appreciate you saying it." He thanked her with a soft kiss to her lips.
MICHAEL B. JORDAN as Adonis Creed in Creed III (2023)
🍑 USFW GIF MEME. 🍑
send me a number, type of ship, and which muse(s) you’d like and i’ll write you a starter based on the gif. WARNING: these gifs are extremely nsfw.
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MICHAEL B. JORDAN & TESSA THOMPSON as Adonis and Bianca Creed in Creed III (2023)
“There was that one time you ripped them,” she laughed, removing her bra before discarding that into the hamper as well, relishing in the feeling of his clothing on her bare skin. Cristina sighed happily and stepped out, closing the closet door behind her. “No, I was waiting to come home and see what you wanted,” she told him, leaning into his side. “Does that Italian place down the street deliver?”
His hand found her own while he walked with her downstairs, his gait leisured gait becoming slower as he looked to her with a shameless chuckle. "I'd cut through your clothes with a knife if necessary." Once downstairs, he nodded at the mention of one their favorite italian restaurants. "Yeah, I can order from there. They're good."
SMUT STARTERS
Send me a number and muses and I’ll write a starter based off the image! No peeking!
1. |M/F| |F/F| |M/M| 2. |M/F| |F/F| |M/M| 3. |M/F| |F/F| |M/M| 4. |M/F| |F/F| |M/M| 5. |M/F| |F/F| |M/M| 6. |M/F| |F/F| |M/M| 7. |M/F| |F/F| |M/M| 8. |M/F| |F/F| |M/M| 9. |M/F| |F/F| |M/M| 10. |M/F| |F/F| |M/M|