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Imagine prompt: Arthur Harrow x Reader | Kaiserschmarrn

Imagine prompt: Arthur Harrow x Reader  ( Age difference references)

Reader is on vacation in Austria with her parents. During a trip they’re looking for a place to eat Kaiserschmarrn. This one odd little tavern has it, but why does the owner of the place sit down with them?

Your parents take you on vacation to Austria, for two whole weeks. A country they had taken you to visit during holidays before.

You, a young adult, fresh out of school, slightly embarrassed to be with your mom and dad still, but hey! They pay for you 😊 you could have been stuck at home, bored out of your mind instead.

Already on the first day you claim you want to seek out a place to eat kaiserschmarrn, a dish from Austria that you ate before and loved.

During your trips, you visit different at-the-side of the road eating places, as well as any restaurants in the villages you come across near lunch time, all in search of this dish.

During your fourth day, your parents take you on a trip to a mountain at the edge of the valley. Near lunch time, you seek out a place to eat. There’s this nice looking place near the side of the road with overhanging flowers and a terrace to sit and eat. It isn’t very crowded, but looks pleasant enough. You decide to go there.

When you tell them you’re on a quest to eat kaiserschmarrn, the serving girl smiles kindly and tells you that she will have the cook prepare some specially for you.

You are served the dish, and by GOD, it is the tastiest you’ve ever had.

You tell your parents and the waitress this.

You’re having a final drink before you will leave again when a man comes to sit at your table.

He walks slowly and uses a cane. You pity him at first.

The girl who works there introduces him as their leader. You and your parents assume he is their employer and the one who owns this little tavern.

The man introduces himself as Arthur Harrow. Little wrinkles crinkle near his eyes as he smiles at you. You think he looks nice, alluring even. What are you thinking again? You can’t have those thoughts about a man twice your age, if not more!  Ashamed of your own lurid thoughts, you glance at the table, but you can’t look away from him for too long. He talks in a gentle voice and is kind, asking your parents about your trip and inquires after your thoughts on the holiday so far.

Occasionally, he looks your way, and smiles. You feel like he is trying to get you in on the conversation, even though you’re obviously way too shy to say much. For some reason talking has become impossibly hard when he is around.

Okay, so you’re attracted to him, clearly, by the way your body is reacting in desire. Your heart is thumping in your throat. Your core itches hot and slick. But this is an older man with rings on his fingers and a life build here. He won’t see you and be thinking the same. He is just nice, right? You try and quiet the wild fantasies flying through your head while Arthur Harrow stands up and shakes your parents’ hands. When he tells you ‘till next time’ you feel your knees go wobbly and quickly look at the ground instead of him. You mumble a goodbye.

The meal was so very nice, as was the owner of the place who invited you back – luring you and your parents with the promise of a discount- that two days later your parents decide to go for a quick stop and lunch again.

You’re elated because it means you’ll get that delicious meal again.

You’re elated, because it means you might get a glimpse of that delicious man again.

He does not disappoint. Arthur Harrow comes to sit with you and your family again after the meal. You notice how he keeps throwing you glances.

How his hand carefully slid up your knee under the table.

You did not imagine that, did you?

He talks to your parents more than to you, but you don’t mind. He seems to get along with your dad surprisingly well though. You wonder if it’s an age kind of thing. Wait. Is that Harrow’s hand on your knee again?

You visit his tavern more often, taking full opportunity to enjoy the food and the discount. Your parents certainly don’t mind.

They get their inquiries from Harrow. They ask him about the area you are visiting, about the people and their habits, about sights to see nearby. He gives them golden advice and you have a lovely week, seeing sights and visiting cities suggested by Arthur. And each time you return to him and your parents gush about how marvellous his suggestion had been, you sit there and stare at how he smiles.

You also accept the free ice cream he offers, barely noticing his eyes darkening with desire when your tongue swirls around the fresh, cold tip.

Each time you visit there, he makes sure to come over to your table. It is as if he is waiting for you to come. You wonder if this is true, or if it’s just a fantasy inside your head. You know that you hope he has been waiting for you.

You also wonder if he has been angry or disappointed the few times that your family did not stop by for a meal because your trips headed in a different direction. You know you had been.

It is shortly before the end of your holiday, when you overhear something odd. You notice how Harrow manages to make your father laugh. They seem to get along really well. Then, while your mother is to the toilet, Harrow lets it slip to your father that ‘he has a lovely daughter, one could only be too happy to marry’. Your father agrees. Then Harrow suggests if he asked for your hand, would your father refuse? And your father, speculating, says he would allow a man like him. Sure.

Arthur’s eyes then lock with yours and you see them dark and smouldering. Whatever emotion is in there, it sends sparks straight to your core. You bite your lip and squeeze your leg, but the moment is over. He has turned his head again, now back in conversation with your father. You wonder if it had been a dream. But then you recall the stolen glances he had given you the past few days. The brush of his fingertips past your hand or his light touch on your bare legs – thanks to the summer dresses that you wore. Or his soft whispers and kind eyes whenever he spoke to you directly. You feel your cheeks heat up.

It is the day before you’re leaving. Your parents decide to have one final lunch at the tavern of Harrow. He is there, of course, waiting for you and your parents to arrive, and sits down at your table before you even ordered anything yet.

Your father and him talk about the weather and other mundane things, and you sit with your mother, wondering if everything that occurred two days before had all just been in your mind.

But then you hear how Arthur talks your father into going for a trip that same afternoon, that he convinces him to go into town with him as your guide. Your mother doesn’t seem too delighted, but neither does she seem utterly opposed to it. You just blush. Of course you want Harrow as your guide. And so it is settled. Arthur leaves the table to ‘prepare some things’ and you watch him as he walks from your sight, casting one last look at you from over his shoulder. A look, you think, that holds a promise of desire.

After lunch, you and your parents follow Harrow into the adjacent town. You notice how everyone steps aside for him. How they look at him in awe. Worship his feet.

Your mother is convinced he has brought you into a cult, but he calls it his community.

Slowly, more and more about his community and his status in it is revealed. You learn they worship some ancient goddess. That they see him as her avatar. That their community is more like a religion. That you’ve walked into some kind of lion’s den.

Your mother doesn’t like it. She openly voices the suggestion to head back, lying that she is tired. But Arthur, seeing through her lies, suggests she can have a lie down here while he escorts you and your father further through town. He even has some water and fruit fetched for her. But she claims she wants to go home.

At this, Arthur turns to your father, gently takes him by the arm, and moves him aside. You overhear how he asks your dad to seal the deal. From where you are standing you can see Harrow take the initiative to shake your father’s hand, making it definite. Promising you to him.

It finally dawns upon your dad that this man is serious.

When your father sputters that maybe this is going too fast and besides, you are your own person, Arthur’s followers come to stand closer around you all. The situation suddenly less friendly and more frightening. And then Arthur calmly yet firmly states that you and your family are in no position to leave.

Arthur announces he will use the scales to see if you’re worthy to join.

Touching your father’s hand, the scales tip green, he is deemed worthy.

Then he goes over to your mom and does the same. The scales now tip red. He tells her this means her death.

Your brain stops. This man, this kind spoken, heart-warmingly helpful man you’d been crushing so hard on these past two weeks – this man orders for your mom to be murdered? You think it must be some kind of joke. That none of this is real. But then you see a man stand behind your mother with a gun, and your reality shatters.

You cry out for him to stop. He must be kidding, right? “It is me you want, right?” you ask, seeing Arthur’s sad expression as he locks eyes with you. “How can I ever love you, knowing that you’ve killed my mom?”

“You will love me,” he states in that sweet, caring voice of his. “All I do is for your benefit as well as ours,” and he indicates the community.

He is still holding your mother’s hands, whispering kindly.

A moment later, she’s grey like stone and falls to the floor. He lets her go. For that you do not think you can ever forgive him. Dead.

You cry out loudly. Your father thinks all of this is just Arthur joking at first, then steps in between you and your mother’s corpse and realizes she’s truly gone. Anger bursts from him, anger and hurt to which Arthur replies by stepping closer to him. They are now only a hair-breadth apart, but you can hear Arthur’s whisper nevertheless.

He tells you father that he has no qualms in taking him out as well if he stands in the way. When your father does not budge, Arthur’s hands reach out. And although your father tries to dodge the hands that reach for him, he too crumbles to the floor.

The order is given to take the bodies away. Arthur turns his back to your parents. You try to get over to their side, but he catches you easily as you try to pass him by. His voice hissing in your ear as he presses your body against his own.

You can’t step away, clutching at the arm wrapped around your chest. Arthur holds you, pressing you close to his chest and shushing you while his men drag away the bodies of your murdered parents.

All the while, Arthur is whispering sweet words in your ear, new nicknames. You feel his breath upon your skin and the heat of his body against your own.

Once the bodies are gone, Arthur Harrow calls for his people to come and stand in a circle around the two of you. He then performs the judging ritual on you. The scales tip to the green side, but their colour is not green. The scales glow purple, the ink looking more like glitter than anything else.

The colour dies out like golden sparks.

“You are destined to do great things”

Arthur Harrow is not about to let you go. Not ever. The goddess has given you to him to share his pleasure and bear his gifts. And he intends to make full use of you.

@grabberwife42 | @willshipanything-blog

#to my fellow friends on here #arthur harrow x reader #Moon knight reader insert #imagine #arthur harrow #arthur harrow imagine #my mind does things #I love kaiserschmarrn and then it became this thing #ethan hawke x reader #ethan hawke #imagine prompt #austria #not betaread #not the idea of 5 pages but somethibg that came out tonight #enjoy

[magicwithered]

God I can’t get the thought of your sleaze ball best friend Danny Johnson coming to visit you after years of no contact. He comes to your little apartment, apology on his lips, puppy dog eyes and wanting to remember the good times. You know? When the two of you were kids and watching horror movies together. (He loved how scared you got, even back then.)

He wants to get back in touch. “Being a reporter for the Ghostface killer can be exhausting, you know,” he says, something secretive about his smile. It doesn’t matter, though, you know Danny. You’ve trusted Danny your whole life, you’d know if anything was off.

He pops in his favorite, your least favorite, horror movie. You hide from it, he laughs and calls you cute. He laughs and watches as you cry. “Hey,” he leans over you, pulling the blanket you’ve got trapped under white knuckles, “don’t worry about the scary parts. I’ll keep you safe. It’s just you and me, right?” His fingers are on your jaw. You nod.

Danny loves it when a plan comes through.

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[writing-promts-otp]

Hello! Thank you so much for your wonderful blog! 💖 Could I ask you to come up with a couple of prompts, exchanges or even situations, for a pairing dynamic Noisy One/Silent One? Noisy One suddenly makes Silent One’s heart beat faster with their infinite liveliness; and then Silent One gives Noisy One the peace and rest they need — but that’s all I’ve come up with for now, and some inspiration for particular scenes would be so nice! Actually, any ideas related to this dynamic will be greatly appreciated, and I’ll be so happy if you don’t mind to help!

Hello! So sorry for the delayed reply; I’m not often on this blog anymore and tumblr consistently fails to give me my notifs 😅

-Mornings! Sweet, syrupy, lazy mornings where noisy one is settled, still. Silent one gets them all bundled up in the blankets and sharing sleepy morning kisses. Everything is hazy and soft and quiet; a tender sort of silence before the city has woken up. It’s how the noisy one recharges and cleanses; it helps them be their vibrant, lively self

-In turn, the silent one just basks in their noisy one’s vibrancy; in the way they speak, the way they move their hands when they talk, the furrow between their brow when they’re upset, the way they walk. It’s what helps the silent one grow; they’re the sun flower to the noisy ones sunshine

-the silent one is actually the one who says the more meaningful things when it’s just the two of them; they talk about their feelings openly and freely, and while they don’t tend to talk often, when they do, it always means something. The noisy one has the opposite problem; they talk a lot without really saying anything, and tend to ramble (though the silent one finds it rather endearing), but struggle talking about their feelings. They mask, hiding themselves behind their own bubbly, overflowing personality

-sometimes, they’re both too much for each other. Sometimes, their personalities clash. And that’s okay! They’ve learned how to work it out, whether they just spend a day or two away from one another to reset and recharge, or they do something both of them enjoy, etc. They don’t NEED each other, but they WANT each other, and that’s why they make it work. Because they love one another, and it’s hard work, and that’s alright

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[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this

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[novelbear]

quiet acts of love that make me cry 🫂

prompt list by @novelbear

always giving the other the first bite of their food

^ or the last bite

gently resting their head on their shoulder when taking a picture/peeking at something

kisses. on. the. tip. of. the. nose.

zipping or buttoning their jacket for them

when they follow the sidewalk rule :(

^ like imagine realizing it as they gently take the other's wrist and guide them to the other side...omg

waiting until they safely reach the front of the door or get inside before driving off

"did you eat today?"

softly dusting crumbs from their cheeks when eating

^ or even better: kissing it off

"wear a jacket, it's cold out."

watching a movie or show that they know they're interested in.

^ not because they asked them to, but to be able to engage in more conversation related to it when they adorably ramble on and on.

doing their makeup for them

"i brought you flowers." "for what?" "there has to be a reason?"

keeping a few of their favorite snacks in the house for when they visit.

opening the door for them or pulling their seat out before they sit down

lifting the shorter one up so they can be seen in photos

absentmindedly playing with their hair at all times

fixing their clothes a little for them when noticing something is off

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[urfriendlywriter]

How to write smut ?

(@urfriendlywriter | req by @rbsstuff @yourlocalmerchgirl anyone under the appropriate age, please proceed with caution :') hope this helps guys! )

writing smut depends on each person's writing style but i think there's something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful about smut when it's not very graphic and vivid. like., would this turn on a reader more?

"he kissed her, pulling her body closer to him."

or this?

"His lips felt so familiar it hurt her heart. His breathing had become more strained; his muscles tensed. She let herself sink into his embrace as his hands flattened against her spine. He drew her closer."

One may like either the top or the bottom one better, but it totally depends on your writing to make it work. Neither is bad, but the second example is more flattering, talking literally.

express one's sensory feelings, and the readers will automatically know what's happening.

writing, "her walls clenched against him, her breath hitching with his every thrust" is better than writing, "she was about to cum".

here are some vocabulary you can introduce in your writing:

whimpered, whispered, breathed lightly, stuttered, groaned, grunted, yearned, whined, ached, clenched, coaxed, cried out, heaved, hissed

shivering, shuddering, curling up against one's body, squirming, squirting, touching, teasing, taunting, guiding, kneeling, begging, pining, pinching, grinding,

swallowing, panting, sucking in a sharp breath, thrusting, moving gently, gripped, biting, quivering,

nibbling, tugging, pressing, licking, flicking, sucking, panting, gritting, exhaling in short breaths,

wet kisses, brushing soft kisses across their body (yk where), licking, sucking, teasing, tracing, tickling, bucking hips, forcing one on their knees

holding hips, guiding the one on top, moving aimlessly, mindlessly, sounds they make turn insanely beautiful, sinful to listen to

some adjectives to use: desperately, hurriedly, knowingly, teasingly, tauntingly, aimlessly, shamelessly, breathlessly, passionately, delicately, hungrily

he sighed with pleasure

her skin flushed

he shuddered when her body moved against his

he planted kisses along her jawline

her lips turned red, messy, kissed and flushed.

his hands were on his hair, pulling him.

light touches traveled down his back

words were coiled at his throat, coming out as broken sobs, wanting more

he arched his back, his breath quivering

her legs parted, sinking into the other's body, encircling around their waist.

+ mention the position, how they're being moved around---are they face down, kneeling, or standing, or on top or on bottom--it's really helpful to give a clear picture.

+ use lustful talk, slow seduction, teasing touches, erratic breathing, give the readers all while also giving them nothing. make them yearn but DO NOT PROLONG IT.

sources to refer to for more: (will be updated soon!)

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[rafesmuse]

cockwarming w rafe but he gives in before reader does?

“just sit still, a’ight? don’t wanna get you all needy f’me right away.“ rafe winks at you, holding your hips firmly to prevent you from moving, seeing who can stay still the longest. you feel so fucking tight around him— the way you’re squeezing him could make him cum instantly, but his ego forces him to put on his best poker face while his blue eyes stare at you intensely.

“you talking to yourself, pretty boy?” you taunt, making him chuckle at your confidence, accepting the challenge as he sits relaxed with you on his lap, knowing he’s going to win regardless. his hands move from your hips to behind his head as he leans backwards with the cockiest smile on his face, gazing up at you.

“i can feel you dripping down my legs, princess, making a fucking mess everywhere, shit.” rafe chuckles before slapping your ass, determined to get you to move first.

“yeah? imagine how good it would feel to thrust up into me right now, im so fucking wet for you.” you whisper the last part as you move your head closer to his ear, causing goosebumps to form all over his body as he feels your hot breath on his skin. he groans as you place soft kisses all over his neck, lightly sucking on his skin, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots are.

“i can feel you so fucking deep inside of me, rafe.” you murmur as you slowly lick from his collarbone to his ear while letting out breathy moans. “don’t… don’t say shit like that.”

he’s so close— so close to pounding into you right there and then. he gradually starts to lose control, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping the skin so firmly that it’s going to leave bruises for days. you continue teasing him, leaving love bites all over his neck and collarbone before gripping his jaw and kissing him passionately, tongues fighting for dominance as he moans into your mouth.

“fuck it.” rafe snaps, forcefully pulling you from his lap and bending you over on the couch, your head pushed into the cushions as he slips back inside of you in one quick thrust and sets an unrelenting pace right away. “i… i win.” you manage to say in between thrusts as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock continuously hitting your cervix. “yeah? we’ll see who’s winning when you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.”

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[me-writes-prompts]

Random + angst prompts:

By @me-writes-prompts

Yearning prompts

Character A gets hurt/injured ft. Character B’s feral response

Situationship prompts

Reuniting angst prompt

“What are we?” Prompts

Ghost x vampire prompts

More ghost x vampire prompts

Close proximity prompts

Crush prompts

Navigating through new relationship prompts

"Please don't leave me" prompts

Lovers in "denial" prompts

Reunited lovers prompts

Grumpy x sunshine prompts

"You're too good for me" prompts

"I think...I'm in love with you" prompts

Fake dating prompts

Betrayal prompts

"What would I do without you" prompts

Roommates to lovers prompts

Ice cream prompts

Underrated trope list

First date prompts

Oblivious x pining prompts

Break up prompts

Marriage of convenience prompts

Jealously prompts

OTP bonding with their children prompts

Secret relationship between two boys prompts

Denial of feelings prompts

Internalized homophobia prompts

Sunshine vampire x grumpy human prompts

Party game prompts

Family fluff prompts

Hero/warrior prompts

Lovers to friends prompts

Childhood friends prompts

Self-esteem issue prompts for your ocs

Nervous/awkward couple prompts

Forced proximity but one of them is claustrophobic prompts

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[shellxrls]

asking rafe if he still likes you while he's literally inside you..

he’s buried straight to the hilt, softer thrusts eliciting the gentle patter of skin-against-skin whilst you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and breath in his scent — one that’s so uniquely him, clean but so rich that it borders on being overpowering.

he takes notice of your clenched brows against him, the creases in your skin rubbing against his warmed neck every time he sheathes himself inside of you, but he pays them no mind — distracted by the feeling of your sopping cunt swallowing him in almost deeper with every movement.

consequently, he’s much quieter than usual, although not one with a penchant to be noisy, he would usually reassure you throughout the entire experience, coddle you regardless of the big bad rafe pretence he held in front of others.

you sniffle, mewling lightly into his skin as you huff out a few short pants, “rafe.”

“‘mmh,” he breathes out against your head, warmth brushing over your hairline.

“do you still like me?” you murmur, smushing your lips against his skin to muffle your question, the action causing your nose to tingle when you feel the vibrations reverberate from his skin onto yours.

“do i still like you?” he mimics, brows raised in slight exasperation before he registers your complete and utter seriousness and drops the sass, “baby — i’m- i’m quite literally inside of you right now, ofcourse, of course i still like you. godamn.”

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[killerpancakeburger]

Imagine being a member of the Task Force who's pining after Ghost, but thinking he's not able to fall for anyone right now and may very well never be. It's fine though - you're happy with standing by his side - or at least you try to convince yourself you are. Soap has a deeper bound with him than you, but that's fine too. You would never dare to come between them. Never dare to deprive Ghost of someone he needs.

So when you see Soap in mortal peril, you don't even need to think about it. You shove him out of the way and take the bullet/knife meant for him. You survive, but barely. All is well.

Or so you think, until Ghost barges into your hospital room and rips into you. His fury is equal to the feelings you made him go through: resentment for throwing your life away so casually, fear of losing you, and the helplessness of being unable to save you.

All this time you’ve been convinced that he'd be happier with Soap alive, even if it meant you dead, so you're utterly confused in front of his rage.

#not gonna write this so im just sharing the idea #rambling into the void #fic ideas #cod x reader #cod mw2 #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #mine #fic prompt #cod imagine #1k #2k #5k

[chxrryhansen]

okay but rafe shamelessly peeking up your skirt is something so personal to me

omg omg wait s1 golf frat boy rafe x cutesy kinda bimbo reader??? COUNT ME IN. p.s- i have no idea how to play golf so i wrote my best interpretation😭

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you sat in rafes private golf caddy watching as he lined up his next shot, his backwards cap keeping his hair out of his eyes and his muscular legs spread wide as he takes the shot.

rafe had asked (told) you to come watch him play, he thought it would be a cute date idea for you both to get out of the house since it was way too hot to stay cooped up inside all day… when in reality he just wanted to show off his skills and impress his girl.

“rafeeeeey.” you whined in a high pitch tone.

he turns to look back at you with a sour expression, wiping the sweat from his brows with one arm, using the other to lean against his golf club. “quit distracting me. what dya’ want?” he pants in the summer heat.

“i’m boreddddd” you moan again, standing from your seat in the cabby and bouncing over to him.

his free hand reaches out to grip your face, smushing your cheeks together tight “what’ve i told you about the whining? daddy’s tryna’ play a game here, sweetcheeks.”

you look up at him with big puppy dog eyes “can you teach me? please rafey…i’m so bored just sittin’ here, daddy please.”

he lets out an irritated groan, knowing you were too ditzy to understand how golf works and way too uncoordinated to actually putt a ball. he looks back at you giving you a once over, a smirk appearing on his face.

“you know what? sure pretty girl, c’mere.”

you yelp with excitement, moving to stand infront of him, your short pink skirt barely reaching your thighs as you bounce over and your tits jiggling, practically spilling out of your tight shirt.

rafe stands behind you as he passes you the golf club, quickly showing you the correct way to hold it before he moves onto your position. kicking your feet apart and pressing down on your back with his thick fingers, forcing you to arch your back as he bites his lip, his cock already growing hard.

“that’s it baby, stay just like that. now, lift your arm up like this, and strike.” you beam at him while he instructs you before focusing on the ball.

you raise your arm holding the club tight before you strike it. not even noticing rafe bending down slightly, his legs still spread wide around your figure and his fingers lifting your short skirt, peeking at your cute, pink panties underneath, he lets out a low “fuckkk.” at the sight, not loud enough for you to notice seeming as you were concentrating.

“rafey! look! i hit it. look how far it went!” you gasp, raising one arm to block the sun as you search for the ball with your eyes.

“yeah babe, daddy’s super proud of you.” he mutters, not paying attention to a word you said, instead focusing on the slightly damp patch on your panties.

he brings his thumb to your pussy, rubbing over the soaked material. your panties beginning to stick to your cunt as he thumbs your sensitive slit.

you whimper in surprise, your head spinning to look at him in shock. “daddy! wh-what are you doing?!” you hush, eyes wide, looking around quickly to see if anybody had noticed what he was doing, which they hadn’t… yet.

rafe hushes you before pulling your skirt back down and giving your ass a harsh smack. lifting up from his bent knees and looking down at you with a large smirk.

“nice panties, baby. where’d you get em?” he asks rhetorically, a sly smile appearing on his face.

knowing for a fine fact he bought them, as he does everything else, your clothes, food, shoes. you name it, he bought it. because that’s what wealthy daddy’s like him do. and rafe is without question, wholeheartedly, your daddy.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron prompt #drew starkey #drew starkey smut #rafe cameron fic

[obxsprincess]

Just Luke shoving your head into the pillows while he moans the filthiest words in your ear (someone take my phone away)

yesyesyes especially when he’s brat taming !!

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he watches you spring into another cabin boys arms after winning capture the flag, your hair all messy, giggling n laughing like a sweet perfect fool. his sweet, perfect fool. you looked so pretty. n luke knew the tall, asshole of a guy was thinking the same thing

he wasn’t ‘fuckin having it’

“I get, ya’ were just being friendly, princess. but that fuckers not thinking like that.” his hot breath fans the back of your neck, n you’d believe he was mad at you when he drops you onto your bed, all greedy n mean as he sucks hickeys all over your pretty tits

“agh b-ut luke, he was on my team n’ he helped us win-” his brown eyes furrow in annoyance, finally looking up. leaving your pebbled nipple glossy n achy from his salvia

“so you want to repay him? is that the fuckin case, cause he got the flag you want him sucking on these pretty tits mhm?” oh he is mad :(

“n-no I didn’t say tha-” you frown at the oh-so familiar tingle in your tummy, his hands moving lower and lower…

“nah it’s ok baby, wanted some time with my favorite girl anyways. just shush n’ let me give her some…attention”

you didn’t think he meant your pussy when he said his favorite girl :( n his way of shushing was shoving your face into your plushy, pink pillows. muffling your whines in the cotton things n your angelic whimpers when his cock slides into the warm, tight little fit of your gummy walls

“mhmm, fuck-fuck yeah, tightest little pussy I’ve ever felt. ahhhh fuck she grips me so good.” he’s moaning into your dizzy ear like he’s married to your pussy and your merely their for the ride “don’t she baby?” he coos

“l-luke auh! m’here too!” tears of salty jealousy brush your lash line ??

“f-fuck, shush princess. why can’t you be as good as this sweet little cunt? she’d never fuckkk let another dick inside of her.”

your mascara stains the pillow cases as you try to wiggle, clenching around his so tightly cause this is supposed to be about you!! n the angles so deep!! but his pounding thrusts made you forget all bratty sense. now he was just rubbing it in, groaning n moaning all over your flustered skin

“pretty pussy knows only I make you feel this good,”

“your” thrust “fuckin” thrust “mine” finally he was talking to you again!!

”m’ all yours l-luke! g-gonna mphmm! cum!” your squeals encourage his hips to snap against your soft ass even faster. his balls slapping against you shushing you even more than the fluffy pillows

“goddd I’m cumming inside my girl tonight, you thrust deserve it. this- fuck your dripping— pussys mine too right, ma?”

”y-yes!”

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#luke castellan prompt #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan smut #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan #pjo luke #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan pjo #pjo smut

[euthymiaaa]

— subtle physical affection prompts 𓆩♡𓆪

i hope everyone is having a great new year so far! enjoy :D

pushing strands of their hair out of their face

brushing the dust of their clothes

wiping off a food stain near their lips (bonus: you lick it off your fingers)

briefly tracing the lines of their palms

patiently helping them put their shoes on

teasingly playing with the string of their hoodie

nose boops

comparing hand sizes

accidentally grazing their hands as both of you are reaching for the same object

gentle massages for their shoulders

delicately putting your hand on their back

playful stabs with your fingers onto the side of their waist

ever so light forehead pecks

#imagine your otp #otp prompts #dialogue prompt #otp ideas #fluff #romance prompts #writing scenarios #fluff prompts #soft prompts #physical affection #physical affection prompts #can all of you tell i'm touch starved LOL

[princessmaybank]

Outer Banks P!Links PT2

Here's Part 1: P!Links

*Once again: I'm aware some of them look nothing like them, but that's okay, it's all for fun*

WARNINGS: MDNI, THIS IS 18+, PORN LINKS

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

~A lot more than last time! Please enjoy! I didn't check to see which was already used, so I'm sorry if there are repeats from the last post!~

JJ:

Him Pounding Into You

Riding JJ While He Plays With Your Tits

Soft Fuck With JJ

Jacking Him Off

Teasing Him With Your Pussy

Riding Tatted JJ

69 Tatted JJ

4 Fingers

Oral And Riding By The Pool

Wants To Try Something From Your Book

Rubbing Your Pussy

Rafe:

Tatted Rafe POV

Cumming On Your Stomach

Hitting It From Behind

Riding Him

Gently Playing With You

Fucking You Outside

Fingering Then Fucking You

Slapping Your Pussy On The Way To Midsummers

Rubbing You Until You Can't Take It

Bent Over His Lap

Anal By The Pool

John B:

Sucking His Dick In The Twinkie

Playing With You

Couldn't Resist You

Having Some Fun With Kiara

Parking Garage Fun

Tatted JB, Playing With Each Other

Making A Mess In Your Panties

Using His Dick While He Plays His Game

Sitting On His Face By The Pool

Upside Down 69

Dicking You Down While JJ Drives

Pope:

Tatted Pope, Waking You Up

Bouncing On His Dick

He Asked For A Handjob

Jacking Him Off Then Riding Him

Under His Desk While He Studies

Fucks You In Your PJ's

Bouncing You Back

Tatted Pope Fucking You On The Counter

Anal From The Back

School Girl Fantasy

Riding Pope On The Couch

Bonus:

Kiara Eating You Out

Eating Out Tatted Cleo

Tribbing With Sarah

Tatted JJ & Rafe Sharing You

Playing With Sarah's Pussy

#jj maybank #outer banks #obx fic #rudy pankow smut #rudy pankow x reader #jj maybank smut #obx x reader #outer banks smut #jj maybank imagine #smut prompts #p links pope heyward #p links jj maybank #p links rafe cameron #p links john b #p links #p!links #obx fanfiction #jj maybank x you #rafe obx #rafe cameron #rafe outer banks #john b routledge #john b #pope heyward

[novelbear]

"i take it back, i'm sorry"- reactions to making someone cry

prompt list by @novelbear | cw for some very slight cursing!

"are you crying?"

"no, don't do that wait-"

"oh, stop with the tears.."

"i didn't mean it like that, hold on."

"was it something i said?"

"shit, no, that's not what i meant."

"oh, honey."

"there you go, let it out."

"suck it up."

"this was supposed to make you happy!"

"aw, don't cry sweetheart..."

[giving them a panicked hug] "no, no, no, no!"

"i should have stopped, i'm sorry..."

"what? what now?"

"you're so emotional. it's cute."

"good. now you know what it's like."

"how can i make this up to you?"

"i didn't mean to make you upset, you know."

"oh come on, it was a joke!"

"you always do this. making me look like the bad guy."

"my poor baby, i'm so sorry."

"did i scare you? sweetheart..."

"i mean i knew you'd like the gift but not this much..."

"ice cream? a movie? hugs? what do you want? name anything."

"why do you act like you're the only one with feelings? how do you think i feel?"

#otp prompts #writing prompts #imagine your otp #otp writing #writeblr #prompt list #otp #fluff prompts #romance prompts #angst prompts #angst #dialogue list #dialogue prompts #request

[urfriendlywriter]

How to get to know your characters better?

(feel free to add your own thoughts to this list, hope it helps!) req by @miricalebabyy44 <3

what will your character be like if they were in your shoes?

is your oc the mom friend or the dad or the childish one in their friendgroup ?

do those "poet, king, soldier" quiz for your oc. im being fr

do the "36 questions to fall in love" quiz as your oc.

ik your ocs trauma have an impact on their character, but how would they be like, if they hadn't gone through that experience?

does your oc have similar tastes as you do? (music, art, fashion, coffee/tea etctetc)

will they "i only live once so I'll do it for the plot." or will they "i only live once ffs, i don't wanna die." ?

what is your ocs opinion of love? how is/was their love life on a scale of 1-10?

will your oc let go of someone precious to them when they know they're putting them at danger?

around whom does your oc lets their guard down?

are they romantically constipated or a hopeless romantic?

what type of music does ur oc like?

write a lot about your oc if you're struggling to get to know them. find a drabble prompt, and write what they'd do.

do they trust others easily or do they get trusted by others easily?

what is something your oc will never talk to anyone about? (their answer can be deep, like some emo trauma or like smthng like back when they shit their pants or smthng yk)

do they give off golden retriever energy, or a black cat energy? (or both?)

what will THEIR opinion be on YOUR current life? will they be ur friend? will they trust you?

will your oc survive in a fantasy setting, a war setting, a dystopian setting, a futuristic setting, a medieval setting? will ur oc survive after getting stranded on an island, or a forest?

does your oc like their parents, do they like how their life is, do they feel like they're born in the right gen?

if they are ever to get one wish definitely granted, what would they wish for?

how did they react to their first kiss? (if they have had it by now lmao)

what's an ideal day for your oc?

lastly, who does your oc go to when they've fucked up?

#writer prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #imagine your otp #writeblr #writing prompts #urfriendlywriter #writing inspiration #otp ideas #oc sheet #character sheet #get to know your ocs better #write your story #write your otp #writers of tumblr #imagine your characters #imagine your ocs #imagine your ship #get to know you #ocs #oc sketch #how to write #how to get to know your characters better #writing help #otp writing #writing ideas #writing inspo #writing #prompts #prompt list