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[urfriendlywriter]

specific tropes in romance that always heal something in me that it never broke

like, forehead kisses, soft love confessions, peppering kisses all over the lover's face. promises that are kept, hands those are held with a gentle love, and hugs that engulf the heart too.

or when they rest their head on your chest, or lean on you for support.

"your tears kill me," kinda thing. or when a sunshine character finally cries and bawls their entire life's hurt out into their comfort grumpy character (plus point, if the grump feels guilty thinking if they had done something to trigger this emotional outburst)

communication. no matter hard the topic is, how big your differences are.

listening to the other person yap

admiring their facial features and seeing not just the outer structure but the person that they really are.

them getting angry on ur behalf

cradling each other in hugs basically

feeling emotional walls break when you're with that one person particularly

gentle communication. yearning to do more for your lover (!!!!)

affectionate smiles and eyes crinkling with a smile that's directed specially at you.

finding their laugh contagious.

the feeling of being accepted, despite flaws and all

silent domestic acts like being in the kitchen together, dressing up together, them drying ur hair while u sit between their legs

occasionally stolen kisses

or one deep kiss that just lights your world and fulfills your soul and heart.

sleepily nuzzling into each other!!

reaching for each other despite being asleep, with mumbled endearments and whispers of need!!!

laughter coming easily by their side, like happiness is just another day to day thing (this can also be about self love. when u truly love urself and prioritize your own rights and cherish the fact that you're you. happiness becomes beautiful even in solitude)

their fingers buried deep in yo- OOPS.?! :)

[fa1rydr3ams]

Let Me Try Again

Flirty! Asmodeus x Gn! Reader

| cw: ANGST, themes of heartbreak, emotional tension and vulnerability, emotional manipulation, begging, proofread, use of darling, gn reader, slightly attempted coercion

| teaser: You’d warned him before. Again and again. And each time, he promised. Pinky swore. Swore on his beauty, on his love for you. But Asmodeus never really believed you’d leave. Not him. Not the Avatar of Lust, the one everyone wanted. Tonight, though, your patience had finally run out.

| wc: 1.2k

He’d done it again—used his charm on another demon, batting his lashes, letting his power wrap around them until they were dizzy and pliant. Not for survival. Not because he had to. Just because he could, and when you confronted him, he tried to laugh it off—tried to play cute.

You’d just finished watching him, again, leaning far too close to another demon, smile syrupy sweet, charm dripping like honey. It wasn’t survival. It wasn’t protection. It was ego. And the worst part? He knew you’d see it.

When you called him out later, he just laughed, head tilting with a practiced pout.

“Oh, darling, really? Are we going to do this again?” His lashes fluttered, the corner of his lips curling. “You know me. I can’t help it if people find me irresistible.”

You crossed your arms. “Don’t play dumb, Asmo.”

He gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Dumb? Me? Babe, you wound me.”

Your glare didn’t falter.

His grin wavered, but only slightly. He scooted closer, voice dropping into a playful whine. “Come on, don’t be jealous. It wasn’t serious. Just harmless fun.”

“Harmless?” Your tone was sharp, cutting through his performance.

“Of course! You know I only want you, right?” He reached for your hand, trying to lace your fingers with his, still smiling like he could charm his way out. “Don’t tell me you’re mad over a little flirting. That’s just who I am, sugar.”

You yanked your hand back. “I don’t care who you are, Asmo. I told you where I drew the line. And you crossed it.”

The smile fell off his face in pieces.

“Asmo,” you said softly, arms crossed. “I don’t think I can deal with your shit anymore.”

His laugh came out too high, too nervous, but he tried to mask it with a grin. “Oh, come on, don’t say it like that. You know me—I get carried away sometimes. I can’t help it if people fall head over heels just looking at me.”

You didn’t smile. Didn’t even blink.

His grin twitched. He leaned in, voice dipping into that silky tone he usually used to melt you. “You’re not really mad at me, are you? I mean—sure, maybe I got a little too friendly, but it’s not like I meant anything by it. It’s all just play.”

“Play?” Your voice was cold. “You think lying and using people is just a game?”

The air left his lungs in a shaky little laugh. He tried again, this time reaching for your wrist, lashes batting desperately. “Sweetheart, don’t be cruel. You know you’re the only one I really want. Everyone else—pfft. Nothing.”

You pulled your arm back, hard. The sound of your sleeve slipping out of his grip was louder than the silence that followed.

Your eyes bored into him, unflinching. “How many times have we had this same conversation, Asmo?”

Something shifted in his face—like watching glass fracture. His lips parted, his usual lightness stuttering on his tongue. The mask slipped. You saw panic flicker in his eyes.

“No… no, wait. Don’t—don’t say you’re serious right now…” His voice broke mid-laugh, brittle, his smile faltering as he searched your face for some trace of softness.

But you didn’t give him any.

And that’s when his knees gave out beneath him, like his body realized before his mind did that charm wouldn’t save him this time.

He blinked, startled. Then his lips curled in that dazzling smile, practiced and perfect. “W-What? Darling, I haven’t done anything—”

“Are you kidding me?” Your voice was sharp enough to cut. “How many times have we had this same conversation, Asmo? How many times have you sworn you’d stop pulling stunts like this?”

His smile wavered. “But… it wasn’t serious! It’s just how I am—you know I’d never—”

“Don’t,” you snapped. “Don’t you dare try to play that card with me again. I don’t care if it’s how you are.”

Something in your voice made him falter, like his act slipped right off him all at once. His mouth opened, closed, then opened again—before he dropped. Literally dropped, down onto his knees, hands pressed flat against the floor as if the world was crumbling under him.

“Please,” he choked, eyes already glassy. “Y/N, don’t say that. Don’t say you’re done with me.”

You scoffed. “You think getting on your knees is going to make me feel sorry for you?”

He looked up, desperate, trembling. “I’ll do anything! I’ll never—never use my charm like that again, I swear! I’ll prove it, I’ll—” His breath broke, words tumbling too fast. “I don’t need anyone else, just you. I only—I only wanted—”

“Wanted what? Attention?” Your tone was cruel, unforgiving. “You wanted to be adored so badly you’d throw away the one person who truly loves you?”

“Asmo…” You shook your head, bitter. “I can’t make this work.”

His eyes widened, tears spilling over his cheeks. His whole body shook, shoulders curling inward, like your words had split him open. “No… no, please. Please, don’t say that. Don’t—don’t give up on me.” His voice cracked in half, breaking into a sob. “How can I make this work?”

“You can’t.”

It was a knife to his heart. He made a noise—a puppy kicked away as though you’d actually struck him. His hands clenched against the floor. His mascara-stained tears ran down his chin, streaking his perfect face.

He looked destroyed. And still, he begged. “Please, don’t fuck with me. Darling… how can I make this work?”

The great Asmodeus. The one who thought he could charm his way through anything. On the floor, undone, sobbing like a child.

You stood there for a moment, watching him crumble. Your chest ached. For all his faults, for all the ways he had hurt you, he was still yours. Still, the demon who curled up next to you when nightmares clawed at your sleep. Still the one who’d paint your nails just to see you smile.

You crouched down, close enough that his tear-streaked eyes locked onto yours like he’d just been given salvation.

Your hand lifted, fingers sliding gently through his hair, moving it from his face. He whimpered at the touch, pressing his head into your palm like a starving thing. For one moment, you let him have it. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his temple. Soft. Loving.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Y/N…”

But you pulled back before he could say anything more. Your hand slipped from his hair, your voice low, steady, merciless.

“You’ll always look beautiful when you cry, Asmo. But I’m not gonna fall for it this time.”

Then you stood, turned, and walked away.

Behind you, the Avatar of Lust collapsed into his own sobs, clutching the floor like it might hold him together.

Prompt by @urfriendlywriter, I'm pretty sure (if not, please tell me I can't find the post) "How can I make this work?" "You can't-" "Please, [name], don't fuck with me. Please.. How.. can I make this work?"

[tonyisforever]

Tony Perry x reader

written for my favs @disaster0lgy & @toner-boner, it sucks but i did my best. 🫦

content warning: MDNI 18+ only. You'rs Tony's TA but he has a reputation of being an asshole. creampie 🫵, yearning? she gets bent over the desk, idk. Dom!Tony

I was supposed to meet the professor I am TA’ing for yesterday, but because I have the luck of a jinx, I didn't hear my alarm go off in the morning. Now, everything would be okay if it were any other professor, but again, I have the misfortune of being a jinx. I have the professor with the worst reputation on the entire campus, and I know that when I see him today, he's going to chew me to the ground. I sigh, taking a deep breath before I knock on his door that's decorated with a plaque that says Music Chair Department Professor Perry. “Come in,” and his voice alone is making me want to run to the other side of this campus. I am in so much trouble.

When I walk in, I have to use every single cell in my body to stop my jaw from falling and keep my composure. Everyone always spoke about how cunning and evil Professor Perry could be, but no one ever spoke about his looks. I understand though when someone is belittling you and treating you like gum on the sidewalk that’s the last thing you’re going to be thinking about, but god was he mesmerizing. He looked up at me from his black, thick-rimmed black glasses in a way that made my knees give in. His hair was somewhat slicked back, looking messy like he’s been running his fingers through it way too many times. The sides were shaved, revealing his piercing-covered ears.

The sleeves of his black button-up were rolled up, revealing every single tattoo decorating his forearms and fingers. I cleared my throat quickly, hoping he hadn’t noticed how I was basically eating him with my eyes. “Hi, Professor Perry, I’m your new TA. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to—“ he cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “If you’re this useless already, I don’t want you in my class,” he snapped, and I wanted the floor to swallow me. I could feel my face turning beet red from the embarrassment and how powerless I felt in this moment. “It won’t happen again, Professor Perry. I promise,” I begged, looking at him with pleading eyes. His eyes bore into mine, and I felt like crying. This felt cruel. “If it does, I’ll make sure you don’t graduate,” he threatened and just pointed to the door, dismissing me and going back to his computer. I left the room feeling defeated.

After that encounter, he made sure to make every other encounter a living hell for me. A whole month of hearing him mumbling comments under his breath about how slow I am or how useless I am. He constantly belittled me in front of the class, and I just had to sit there and take it because if I don’t god knows what would happen. After the lecture was done, he walked out without a word, leaving me behind with the stack of essays piled up on his desk. I sighed, grabbing all of them as best as I could manage, heading out to his office so I could start reading through them. “What are you doing here ?” he asked, not even looking my way. I bit my lip nervously. “Uhm, I need to read these over so I can start marking them,” I said quietly. “Find somewhere else. There’s not enough space for you here.” 

I relax my jaw to prevent myself from giving him the satisfaction of seeing me cry, at least not today. I turn on my heel immediately to return to the classroom, but life always has other plans for me. I trip over my feet, causing all the papers to fall all over the floor, and I quickly scramble to try and pick them all up when I hear him groaning. I freeze when I feel his presence towering over me, and I gasp when he immediately puts me up by my arm. I stare at him wide-eyed, feeling myself tremble under his touch. “I’m really sorry, please, please, please,” I ramble on. “All you do is get in my fucking way. I need you to get out of my sight now !” He says loudly, and I flinch when he pushes me out, and I make the run for it. I didn’t care about the mess I left behind.

I manage to make it to my room before breaking down, close the door behind me, and slide down, covering my face, crying. I really fucked up this time. I won’t be able to graduate. 

Tony’s POV

I groan, rubbing my hand over my face tiredly. I went too far this time. It doesn’t help that she’s driving me insane, but this is the only way to keep her at arm’s length. I know I have a reputation around campus, and I really don’t care about that. I never did until her. I find myself looking at her for longer than intended, noticing small things that I shouldn’t. Like how she chews on the inside of her cheek when she’s nervous, especially when she has to talk to me. How she fidgets with the ends of her hair when I demand she does something, or how she always looks on the verge of tears when I throw snarky comments her way. I’m not proud of the last one, but that’s the only way I’ll keep her away. The only way I’ll stop myself from crossing the line.

But today, touching her and having her that close to me made me want to take her right then and there over my desk. Those thoughts alone were enough to shake the ground I was standing on. I couldn’t let those thoughts surface; my job and reputation would be on the line if anyone found out. I need to find a way for us to not have to work together, or I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself around her any longer.

~

The next day, she pops into my office, and I could tell she had been crying all night. I should apologize. But I decide against it. I said I was going to try for us to not have to work together, but here I am. I spent the whole afternoon yesterday arranging a spot for her to be able to work in my office. Far enough, of course, but close enough that I could look her way without her noticing. Very counterintuitive, but I just can’t give it up that easily. Seeing how she looked today makes me wish I caused those tears in other ways. I quickly snap out of it before she realizes that I’ve been staring at her figure ever since she walked in.

“The desk over there is yours. Keep it nice and neat and only talk to me when needed. I need those essays done by today,” I say, my voice monotone, looking at her briefly before going back to my computer. I could feel her gaze burning holes through my skull, and maybe I deserve that, but at least she’s looking my way.

~

I stare at him in disbelief. He must really have some type of personality disorder to be acting like this. First, he doesn’t want me in his space, and now all of a sudden, he makes for me. I curse him and his whole lineage under my breath and go sit down on my desk. I work quietly on the essays, reminding myself that I only have to do this for a couple more weeks. 

Every week was a new thing with Professor Perry. First, it was the small hand brushes when I had to ask him about the essays and what he thought about them. I didn’t think too much of it; it seemed like an accident, and he really wasn’t fazed by it. The second time was him bringing me coffee but saying they gave him an extra one by accident. If I was dumb, I would believe it, but he forgot to tell them not to write my name on it. I ignored it though. Maybe this was his way of apologizing to me about what happened the last time. I decided not to pay too much mind to it and just continue doing what I’m supposed to, staying out of his way and keeping my mouth shut. Today was the final straw though. I got tired of sitting on my desk chair, and I just propped myself on my elbows, marking the last round of essays.

I was so entranced by it that I almost screamed when I felt him behind me. I swallowed hard when he leaned over, looking down at my papers, but I was too painfully aware of how close he was to me that I didn’t even hear what he said. “I said how are the essays coming up?” His tone was different; it was low and husky, and I had to remind myself who was the person doing this. There was a line I had to remind myself I couldn’t cross, but I would never. I hated him. “Sorry, Professor Perry, but you’re in my way,” I muttered, standing up straight, and I regretted it the minute I did it. I must be imagining things, but I swear I felt him through his pants with my ass, and I was ready to dig a hole and dive in it. 

I hear his breath hitch and I quickly turn around looking up at him. His eyes are different; there’s something I can’t decipher. Usually, they’re filled with annoyance, but today there was something different. “I need you to answer my question, though. Are you done with the papers ?” He asks lowly, towering over me. I look down at his soft pink lips as he spoke to me, and I have this sudden desire to have them all over me. I quickly blink and shake my head. “I should be done with them soon, Professor,” I stutter, and my eyes widen when he cages me against the desk, placing his hand on each side. “I need you to please hurry up on that,” he whispers in my ear, his lips brushing against it. I cover my mouth immediately when a quiet moan escapes my lips, and I hear him curse under his breath when he rubs his boner on my thigh. 

This is wrong. This is really wrong, and I need to stop it, but why do I feel like I’m glued to the ground? He’s so close. I can hear his labored breath, but I can also feel him holding back. Before I could say anything about it, he was out the door in a minute, leaving me high and dry against the desk. I should be furious about it, but I can’t deny the fact that he has been the main character in my dreams the first time I laid my eyes on him. I stare at the door, maybe hoping he would come back, but my wishes don’t come true, and I go back to finishing my work. After a couple of hours, he’s still not back, so I just leave the papers on his desk and head home.

Tony’s POV

How the hell did I manage to lose control like that? It also doesn’t help that she was so reactive to my presence. I curse loudly, pacing around my apartment, thinking of how I’m going to fix this with you. Maybe saying nothing is the best. I can pretend nothing happened like always, but the sounds she made keep replaying in my head, and once again, I find myself having to adjust my pants. I feel like a pervert thinking of her this way. I’m way older. I should know better. But she looked so willing and able in the moment that I almost took it. 

I shake my head trying to get rid of those thoughts, and I go to the bathroom to get rid of this issue between my legs. I quickly strip out of my clothes and get under the warm running water. I let the water run over my body, hoping these thoughts go away, but it only gets worse, and I find myself wrapping my hand around my dick. A few minutes later, I’m coming all over the shower wall, screaming her name. This is getting out of hand.

~

The new few weeks are real torture. I was hoping Professor Perry would go back to being himself. Back to being his mean self. It’s easier to ignore him when he’s like that, not when he is constantly in my personal space. Brushing against me, our fingers making contact when I hand him papers, and the small stolen glances that he does not care to hide anymore. Today is more noticeable than ever, maybe because of what I’m wearing. I’m supposed to go out with my friends tonight since it’s finally Friday, and I didn’t feel like going back to my apartment after finishing up in the office. My legs are covered with some sheer black tights. Maybe my skirt is a tad bit too short, but that’s what the tights are for, and a cream cable knit sweater. I don’t see anything wrong with that, but I can feel his eyes on me. Everywhere I go, his eyes are following him, and I’m starting to feel a little self-conscious. Maybe I shouldn’t have worn this or any makeup and just gotten ready after work.

I sneak out to the bathroom to look at myself, making sure nothing is wrong, but I find everything intact. Not even my red lipstick had smudged after drinking from my water bottle. I sigh, reminding myself to stop overthinking and just go about my day. I come back into the office ready to finish the rest of my work so I can finally have a night out with my girls.  

After a couple of hours, I turn off my desk light and stretch my limbs, ready to get out of this suffocating space. “Are you done ?” I hear his voice from behind me, and I nod. “Yeah, I’m going to head out after I archive all of these.” I hum, pointing to the mess on my table. I know how much he hates when I leave a mess behind. I don’t hear him when he approaches me, too focused on placing every paper in alphabetical order. I flinch when I feel his hands on my shoulders. I shudder when I feel his hand trailing up my neck, forcing me to look at him. “You think you can come into my office, dressed like this, and there be no consequences?” He hisses, and all I can do is stare at him in shock. “P-Professor Perry,” I stutter, suddenly not finding the correct words to get out of this, but it’s hard to concentrate when he gently squeezes my neck, causing my eyes to flutter shut.

“Call me Tony,” he orders. “You have no idea how crazy you make me, and you keep pushing me to the edge.” I feel like my heart is going to be out of my chest, and I forgot every single word I’ve ever learned. “Prof— Tony, y—you need to think about how wrong this is,” I demand, trying to reason what’s happening, but I can’t deny that I want this just as badly as he does. “Look at me then and tell me you don’t want this,” he raises his eyebrows, awaiting a response. “I can’t,” I whisper shamefully. I can’t deny the fact that for the past weeks, he has been the main character of my dirtiest fantasies when I’m alone in my room. 

“Fuck-tell me to stop or I won’t be able to if I get a taste of you” the tone in his voice sends shivers down my spine, I can tell he’s holding back but I want him to break and take me however he wants right now. “ I want you just as bad To-“ and before I could finish my sentence he turns my chair around and grabs my face kissing me. I moan against the kiss, standing up wrapping my arms around his neck. He quickly pushes the chair out of the way and picks me up setting me down on the desk. “I’m going to leave you sore and aching, full of my cum” he growls grabbing hair in a fist, kissing me harder this time. He shoves his tongue in mouth and all I can do is whimper and spread my legs for him letting him take over, too scared that he’s going to dissolve if I touch him.

“You wore this on purpose didn’t you?” He growls against my lips gripping my thighs harshly, that’s gonna leave some bruises. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” I gasp, “I should punish you for it then because I know you’re lying” he hisses making stand up and bend over his desk. I feel him pushing my skirt over my waist and I squirm trying to get away from him. “Now be a good girl for me” he demands and before I could register what’s happening his hand collides with my ass. “Fuck!” I cry out, I shouldn’t enjoy this as much as I am right now but my need for him is only growing stronger. “You love this don’t you ?” He hum pleasantly surprised, spanking me again and before I could get used to the sting he’s doing it again. “T-tony please…” I cry out pushing my ass out. 

“Tell me what you want baby, use your words” he orders ripping my tights open, “these need to go” he mutters. “Please….touch me please” I plead gripping the end of the desk a moan escaping my lips when I feel his fingers make contact with my soaked underwear. “Be patient, baby I’ll take care of you” he hums getting on his knees pulling my panties to the side, sliding his tongue against my pussy. I moan obscene loud which earns me another spank and a hush before he goes back to eating me out from behind as if his life depends on it. I clench around his tongue when he pushes it inside of me bringing me closer to by the hips, he moans against me digging his fingers in my hips. “Fuck Tony, I’m so close” I whimper and as quick as he got on his knees he was up. “Not yet baby, I don’t think you deserve it just yet” he taunts helping me up to face him again. His lips crash against mine and I can taste myself on his lips.

He grips the back of my hair shoving his tongue in my mouth pushing against mine, the kiss gets desperate and I feel him shudder when I place my shaking hands on the buckle of his belt trying to undo it. I pull away from the kiss panting, “please let me show you how good I can be” I plead looking up at him. In a blink of an eye I’m being forced on my knees and I’m scrambling to undo his belt and pull his pants down. “Don’t fucking tease me” he hisses bucking his hips when I place soft kisses over the outline of his dick covered by his briefs. Of course I don’t listen, I want to take my sweet time. I feel him grip my face forcing me to look up at him, “are you asking for another spanking?” he asks raising his eyebrows at me and I shake my head hurriedly. “That’s my good girl” he hums satisfied, his fingers tipping my chin up his thumb slowly parting my lips, dipping it into my mouth. I keep my eyes on him while I suck on his thumb and I feel his gaze darken, “I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours baby, may I do that ?” He asks and I whimper in response helping his remove his underwear with trembling hands.

My mouth hangs a little open when I realize how big it is, but before I could say anything he was parting my lips with his precum covered tip. “Be a good girl for me now” he moans slipping inside my mouth, I relax as much as I can when he hits the back of my throat. I bob my head slowly, hollowing out my cheeks. “Fuck” he cries out throwing his head back while he grips my hair fucking my mouth slowly first but the pace picks up fast. I digs my nails on his thighs, tears brimming my eyes as I do the best I can to take him. “Shit-you look so good like that with my dick stuffed in your mouth” he grunts, his thrusts faltering and I pull away before he can cum. I can feel his proud, predatory gaze on me, his lips curling into a smirk, rubbing the smudged red lipstick from my lips. “You’re such a pretty mess for me, darling.”

He helps me up, walking me to the nearest wall and pushing my face against it. I feel his lips graze my ear and he whispers “I’m gonna fuck you and you’re gonna take it and be good for me” he growls and I whimper when I feel him rubbing the tip of his dick against my entrance. “So fucking soaked for me” he hisses slamming himself inside of me causing me to scream out his name. He quickly covers my mouth and his other hand grips my hip. Before I can even adjust his thrusts become sharp and hard and he keeps that pace. His words were coming out as broken whimpers as I arched my back, my eyes rolling back from the intense pleasure. 

I feel him slide his hand from my lips down to my neck, squeezing softly. I hear him grunt when I clench around him, and his thrusts become sloppy and desperate. “I’m gonna cum-shit” he cries out, slipping his fingers between my folds, rubbing my clit. “Cum for me, baby, I wanna feel you when I fill you up with my cum” I cry out in response, pushing back against him desperately. “Tony… Tony,” I whine cumming with him when I feel him spill inside of me. He whimpers, riding both of our orgasms out before pulling out. He quickly turns me around, kissing me gently. “Are you okay ?” He asks, tucking my hair behind my hair, his eyes soft now. “Yeah,” I whisper, smiling.  

We quickly pull away and get dressed and the reality of what just happened dawns on me. “After you graduate you should come find me” Tony mutters rubbing the back of his neck, but that was a lie. This was only the beginning of our forbidden encounters….

[mind1997]

Being with you is like being with a spirit. Being with you is like just catching a train. Being with you is like riding downhill. -Kate Pullinger

[stasyalovem]

helping them get out of the wet clothes.

rolling their lover in a big blanket like a burrito after drying up >~<

"oh, your hair is still wet, come here I'll dry it for you."

"your body is.. freezing..?? are you okay?"

^ one asks, while holding the other so close, hands cupping their cheeks. "of-of course, i am! *flustered* "

one making food, while the other cleans up

cuddling under the sheets and watching warm and comedic movies!

reading a book to their lover as they lay on their chest and listen to it

"your looks so soft now that they've dried." and ruffling it with a smile

@urfriendlywriter thank you for these incredibly soft sweet prompts<3 I couldn't reblog but I really didn't want to lose them so I hope you don't mind me posting them on my page

[fireandfolds]

@urfriendlywriter thank you for your writing prompts! they inspire me constantly as i am tackling the 50 types of kisses prompt list.

your fluffy otp prompt lists help me flesh out the little drabbles! i can’t really cite one specific list you’ve made, moreso the general aura of all of your lists and the way you describe people who love each other <3 i really appreciate your work! i enjoy writing because of your prompts.

here is my fic on ao3, it’s fandom-blind. it’s freenbecky sfw fluff, my newest obsession.

here are your lists that i draw inspiration and motivation from:

25 delicate things lovers do

25 small but comforting gestures

20 comforting prompts

20 love prompts

20 loving gestures

20 physical gestures

15 gentle things

15 soft love things

25 affectionate things

spicy gestures

[im-not-projecting]

do you ever not like a ship but like its trope? LIKE DOES THAT EVEN MAKE SENSE??? like the trope is TASTY but it's not suited for the characters or it's just not written well

[creativeroleplay-ads]

Inevitability

Character A & Character B grew up together and found out that they're the only ones who can kill each other, but made a pact that they would only do so if the other started to stray from the right path. As they get older they start to split from one another and that final connection is broken when Character C comes into the picture. Character C grew up in the same situation and has already killed their counterpart, Character D, years before meeting Character A. From previous experiences, Character C slowly starts to convince Character A that Character B will inevitability turn on them so they have to make the first move. Character B hears of Character A's new friend, Character C, and gets a bad feeling so they start to do some research on them and their counterpart. Character B finds the journals/notes that Character D left about Character C and Character B slowly starts to unravel the truth about Character C and their intentions with Character A.