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laurendoessomewriting · 4 months

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Taylor

Questions from this post!

What motivates your character? Taylor is mainly motivated by the need to see everyone around her being happy and fulfilled. However, she doesn't let that need overpower her own needs, and she makes sure to fill her cup before pouring into others. She's also motivated by the desire to find a partner/Dom who fits well with her and who she can build a full, healthy relationship with. She really wants a family one day, so most of what she does also feeds into paving the way for that want to become a reality.

How does the public view them? Most people view Taylor as being a perpetual optimist, which she usually is. She's also viewed as being a talented English teacher who cares deeply about her students. Taylor is also viewed as being a good and competent sub, someone who is both fun and safe to play with in either casual/one-time or ongoing dynamics.

Is your character an optimist or pessimist? Taylor is definitely an optimist. She tries to see the good in people and situations, even when there doesn't seem to be much good to be found. But she's not blindly optimistic, she does know that the world really sucks sometimes and that some people are dealt really shitty hands, but she does her best to make the world around her a little better for herself and everyone in it.

Does your character care about their reputation and/or how others perceive them? Taylor does care about her reputation, probably more than she reasonably should. In her professional life as a teacher, she wants to be perceived as someone who cares about her students and the girls she coaches in volleyball, as well as she wants to be seen as both a competent teacher and coach. In her personal life as a friend and daughter, she wants to be seen as someone who's dependable and caring. In her private life as a sub, she wants to be seen as a reliable educator in the local kink community, and as someone who is safe to play with.

Is your character more of a family or friends person? Taylor tends to balance her friend-family life pretty well. She loves her family (she and her parents call themselves the three musketeers, and she gets on well with most of her extended family as well), and she loves her friends (both her kinky and non-kinky friends. she tends to keep the two separate, for the most part).

What, if anything, sticks out about their appearance? The only thing that really sticks out about Taylor's appearance is that she's petite, about 5'4" and 125 lbs. She also has pale blonde hair, but there's nothing that super sticks out about her appearance.

Is your character good with kids? Taylor is very good with kids, both with the kids (high school students) that she teaches and coaches, and also her friends' kids (namely Thomas and Amanda's child(ren)).

What are some internal obstacles that your character has to overcome? Taylor frequently has to overcome her anxiety in order to live her life as fully as she wants to. It took her a while to get into the kink community, mostly because she kept feeling anxious about being an "outsider" trying to "break into" the community. But she's on medication and in therapy to try to curb the worst of it.

What emotion does your character feel most frequently? Before the story proper, Taylor experiences a lot of anxiety and worry about various things. During the story, she experiences a lot of happiness and contentment, especially once she and Elliot start dating.

If your character is an antagonist or something of the like, do they self-justify their actions? If so, how? Taylor isn't an antagonist, and she rarely does things that could be considered questionable. But she does try to rationalize a lot of her behaviors, even the 'normal' ones, mostly because of her anxiety.

What events in their past helped shape and influence them into who they are today? Well, there's a lot. There's her education, graduating from high school and undergrad and then eventually going on to get her masters and one day her PhD in education. There's also her entry into the local kink community, and meeting Thomas, who she had her first BDSM scene with. There's her last relationship before she meets Ben and then Elliot, which wasn't a great relationship for her. She doesn't really have a whole lot of negative experiences that have shaped her life, she knows that she's very lucky to have been shaped by good experiences.

What are some of your character's pet peeves? Taylor is a stickler for spelling and grammar, especially as an English teacher. She also can't stand people chewing with their mouths open, or when people are jerks to kids or animals or are jerks to anyone, really.

Okay, I hit the text character limit with this post so I need to do another one for Taylor. I'll probably have to do multiple posts for all of my characters, oops.

#okay #here we go!#writing #my writing #my character #writing prompts #oc writing prompts #oc #ocs #my ocs #my oc #my oc writing #taylor

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ros-writing-prompts · 1 year

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Main character who is dead set on believing they are the comedic relief side character

#oc writing prompts #writing prompts #writeblr #creative writing #ro.writing prompts #writeblogging

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quietlywatchingwritingreading · 2 years

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@carsgeek24

Another OCtober writing prompt, wirtten using the Ocs I made with @robocatfan

Day 7: Recognition

When hunters chose their profession, it often wasn’t just the paycheck. It was a calling. A desire. They wanted to become stronger. They wanted to protect their friends, their family, and their community.

They wanted to become heroes.

As a rider, she was incapable of being a hero. Fundamentally, at the deepest and purest of definitions, she was inherently incapable of heroism. No matter what task she did, no matter how well she performed the task, that word wouldn’t, couldn’t, be used for her, or any rider.

She wasn’t sure why, but it was what it was.

If praise was offered, it was reserved for her Monstie. To the hunters, they were the ones doing all the work. The ones actively fighting in the field, and the thing that all hunters kept a close eye on.

It disgusted her.

As if her Monstie would attack them!

The last quest had gone well enough, with only a few small bumps in the road. At the end of the day, the Rathian was captured, and no one was too terribly injured. She turned her attention to her monstie. The Wyvern just made a few pitiful squeaks.

“Eh, you did good out there!” Casey called out. “Didn’t think you’d be able to keep up!”

Akemi blinked. It took her a moment to realize she was talking to her. “A-ah, yes. I am a little rusty with the lance. I think I might pick up a sword and shield again.’

“You did fine! Love to go hunting with you again!” The woman stretched, putting her bowgun away.

She smiled. Maybe she’d stick around this village for a little longer, then. It was nice enough.

#monster hunter fanfiction #oc writing prompts #october writing prompts

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weird-potion-effects · 1 year

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Writing Prompts for your oc

Your oc’s hobby has caught some eyes, and some of those eyes aren’t exactly welcome anymore…

At a sports game, your oc has lost their group. After wandering around searching, they find themselves in the locker rooms by accident!

that’s all I got, go nuts

#Writing prompts #oc writing #oc #writing prompts for your oc #Oc writing prompts #Prompts #writing #character writing prompts

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heyitslapis · 2 months

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When your OCs are nervous to meet each other's parents/family for the same fear (what if they hate me?) but for opposite reasons

#ones worried she'll be judged for coming from a poor bg & for being nothing but trouble or a leech on someones daughter #the other is worried they'll think she's pompous or that she's judgmental towards them #granted maybe one sitch is a bit more serious than the other but #theyre worried that if the other's family doesnt accept them it'll cause the relationship to end. tbh they didnt make it easy on each other #one neglected to mention to her parents that her partner is a woman (parents assumed shes straight. they never asked so she never told them #the other assumed that her gf somehow knew that a ''small family dinner'' meant not only meeting the parents but also 4/5 of her siblings #🤣🤣😂#i got the writing itch last night & my brain was like ''ok you wrote one of them like 3 years ago now write the other'' lmao #one is interesting bc standing up to your hard-to-please heteronorm parents & the other is bc meeting many new people at once/sensory hell #ok to rb #tag your ocs #oc prompts #octp prompts #tag your octp #writing prompts #oc writing prompts #emma rambles

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dream-beyond-the-fantasy · 7 months

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Do I write for my Doctor Who/Sarah Jane Adventures OC Molly or one of the Harry Potter OCs that I haven't written yet for Prompt-oween Day 7's ghost story prompt?

#writing #poll #original characters #choose which fandom #halloween writing prompt #oc writing prompts

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urfriendlywriter · 5 months

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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?

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euthymiaaa · 6 months

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— slow burn for friends to lovers˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

aaaa slow burn man, enjoy LOL

delicate hugs, but they linger longer the more both of you do it

"why are you staring? is there something on my face?"

gently pushing their hair behind their ear to see their face better

handholding where your hands are intertwined tightly with theirs

late night calls where one of you accidentally falls asleep

them reading you like an open book, especially knowing when you're going through difficult times

"i can't imagine who i'd be without you in my life"

wanting more physical affection yet you don't want to overstep

yearning to constantly be in their presence

platonic sleepovers that somehow ends up with you waking up with their arms around you

buying matching jewelry, but it doesn't mean anything right?

getting extremely worried when they get physically hurt

memorizing their coffee/tea order so you can buy it for them every morning

"you're so oblivious aren't you"

accidentally staring a bit too long at their lips

watching your favorite movies together

singing your favorite love song to them as if you are truly dedicating the song to them

"you drew stars around my scars" (cardigan by taylor swift)

feeling like your complete self when you're with them

sharing each other's clothes (especially hoodies)

hearing rumors that they have a crush and desperately hoping that it is you who they are crushing on

the urge to confess to them whenever you see them, yet you fear losing them

"what are we to each other?"

#imagine your otp #otp prompts #fluff #dialogue prompt #fluff prompts #soft prompts #otp ideas #romance prompts #writing scenarios #friends to lovers #prompt list #otp ship #imagine your ocs #guess which ones are personal to me LOL yipee

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 7 months

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Phrases/Actions that make me drop to my knees, ready to submit.

All 18+ Prompts- Please tag me if you use any cause I wanna read filth :)

“That’s it, fuck, that’s a good girl/boy.”

“You’re mine.”

“Is this ok?” As they stare up at you from in between your legs. (Consent is so fucking hot and important)

“Do that again- Shit, just like that, right there.”

Ghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperately.

Dragging one of their nails down the side of your neck and then middle of your chest.

“Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

“Spread your legs baby, that’s it… Wider.”

When they murmur pure filth into your ear while they’re touching you.

Fucking someone so good that they struggle to kiss you back.

Hands desperately clutching at one another, gasping into each other’s mouths as if you were starved of one another.

“On your knees.” While their fingers thread through your hair, guiding you onto the floor.

Smirking into a kiss/against your skin when you whimper at their touch.

“My little slut to ruin.”

Interlocking your fingers above your head while making out passionately.

Pulling them closer by the collar of their shirt or their belt.

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

“You’re in no position to tease baby, remember that.”

Soft, lazy kisses and innocent touches that turn bolder and more sinful as you just can’t resist each other.

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal.

Want a Part 2?

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hana-no-seiiki · 2 months

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inspired from @luxethehumanva ‘s dream about me lmfao

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s an absolute menace to society. He’s spoiled. Absolutely apathetic to the people beneath him. If anything he revels in the horror he paints on others’s faces.

In short, he’s a brat.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s only ever ‘nice’ to you and you alone.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who forces you to sit on his father’s throne with him on your lap, your face buried on his neck, a hand kneading his thighs as he sentences an entire family to death for gossiping about you.

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liliannadelaphinehartifelt · 3 months

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Alastor - [TOUCH STARVED]

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A/N: Photo/Fanart Credit to @/Nyer_roth on Twitter (hiatus)

[ NSFW ] + [ MDNI ] + [ FEM/CAT HYBRID DEMON READER ]

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Touch Starved Alastor prefers your presence over anyone else’s in the Hotel. His shadows linger by your side if he’s not physically there and when he is it’s quite obvious to everyone how closely the Radio Demon is guarding you.

No one dares to breathe a word about his behavior but the moment he’s out of sight or ear shot Angel will tease you endlessly. “Seems you have Mr. Fancy Creep wrapped round your little finger, toots.” Your face flushes ten shades of red as the spider demon nudges your side while giggling at your flustered reaction. He knows -well everyone knows how you feel about Alastor- but you’ve made it a point to never let the overload onto your attraction to him.

Even if he already is aware of it…

Angel’s teasing doesn’t help your little crush dissolve as you wished it would, so with a huff and a rushed whisper you excuse yourself from the group. “N-no I don’t Angel and…I’m heading to bed. Goodnight…” Angle snickers at your deliberate deflecting, but says nothing else as you waltz up the staircase, barely listening to Charlie yelling “good night” to you, and failing to notice the dark mass of spectrums trailing your every step.

Touch Starved Alastor listens in on those pesky conversations the others have when it comes to you and him. You’re always so skittish and docile under their prying, blushing at the slightest implication of his attention being on you, and to say it intrigues him would be an understatement. Alastor isn’t one to entertain those who show him affection, let alone acknowledge it, but when it comes to you the overload’s mind runs rampant with devious desires. At first he ignores them, content with keeping your connection to him cordial, and that works for a time.

It doesn’t last forever though.

Especially when you unconsciously tend to him so reverently. You’re a people pleaser by nature -he’s sure of that- but the immediate stars in your eyes whenever he instructs you to do something strikes just the right nerve for him.

It’s always the simplest things, tedious tasks he burdens you with just to see your eagerness to please him on repeat, “My dear, would you be so kind as to hand me that book over there?” Your head lifts, hopeful eyes staring at him as you nod with a genuine smile, “Of course!” You chirp, walking right over to the bookshelf without question to acquire the item, and Alastor watches your every move.

The flutter of your lashes as you pinpoint the object, how you stand on your tip toes to reach it, and the gentle sway of your hair as you finally grasp the book. You’re so sweet, so gentle with everything, and Alastor spends hours trying to stop himself from thinking about your tender embrace being spared his way.

Touch Starved Alastor starts to lock himself in his room or radio tower more often than usual when he can’t seem to keep his distance. His shadows still lord over you but are never seen which makes it that much easier for him to watch you from afar.

His sudden disappearance and lack of socializing affects you heavily. You don’t smile as much and when you do the light in your eyes wanes. You’re still kind to everyone, but choose to sit alone during group activities, or wander the halls humming to avoid them all together.

Alastor takes notice of every frown adorning your face when someone mentions him or inquires as to where he is and for a split second guilt creeps its way into him seeing your energetic mood dwindle at his hands.

He can’t let this go on forever, not when you look so betrayed at the sound of his name, and mindlessly wander towards his empty room every night as if to check on him just to leave in fear of embarrassment.

Enough is enough.

Touch Starved Alastor finds you alone on a rare stormy night in Hell, an old book opened up to your curious eyes as you lay flat on your front across the parlor’s couch. He watches you from the shadows for a long while, studying the slight scrunch of your nose as your gaze happens open a certain line of text, and the way you gently kick your feet as your chin rests on the back of your hands.

He’s seen and met a mass amount of beings in his time in hell and not one has ever emitted anything close to your ethereal beauty. You swear you’re not a fallen angel to anyone who asks and it baffles him how a soul so light could end up here.

Unruly luck….maybe?

Fate, possibly?

He’ll figure it out one way or another.

“Hello, my dear, late night reading I see…” Alastors voice grasps your attention immediately, his usual staticky tone leaning towards normality as you peer up at him with a growing smile. “Yes…I couldn’t sleep,” you respond quietly, relatively shy around the overload, and trying hard not to seem overexcited to see him. You missed Alastor dearly the past few days but it would be embarrassing to show that longing outright….

The deer demon picked up on your excitement right away despite your attempts at casualness, his smile softening as you held his stare and bit your lip. Delicate fanged canines poking out just enough to prick your lower lip.

How adorable, Alastor inwardly muses at your nervous habit and continues with his light hearted interrogation. “Hm, I suppose a restless night can have that effect. ..Would you mind if I joined you then, darling?”

Touch Starved Alastor is elated when you nod gently, shifting to sit up properly, and give him a space beside you. “Of course Alastor…it gets lonely staying up by yourself. I’d appreciate the company.” Your sweet tone dazes him for a moment as he sits next to you, unconsciously disregarding his aversion to interpersonal space…

Odd…

He never situates himself this close to you, always looming, but never actively seeking your side. It’s strange to you at first but as he visibly relaxes you don’t mind the deliberate position he’s taken.

He could very well be tired or you might be hallucinating that he was putting an arm around your shoulders.

Either option didn’t ease the rapid pace of your heartbeat..

Alastor was careful with you, incredibly gentle as he pulled you to his side, and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Such a sweetheart you are, my dear.” He speaks quietly, oddly calm as you hum in agreement, your soft ears flattening as you breathe in his scent.

A smidge of brimstone mixed with the aroma bourbon and pine.

He smelled just like a lovely forest, a secure scent you wouldn’t mind getting used to, and tried to commit it to memory just in case Alastor never let you get this close to him again.

Touch Starved Alastor chuckles lowly when you breathe him in, finding your feline tendencies endearing, and listening to your soft purring become a vocal indicator of how comfortable you felt with him. You’d long forgotten the book, nuzzling your head under Alastor’s chin instead, getting lost in your innocent desire to be under him, and he makes no move to stop you.

If anything the radio demon welcomes your touch, sliding you onto his lap with ease, and that never ending smile of his becoming genuine when you absentmindedly compliment him. “…You smell…sweet,” you hum, speaking more to yourself than him, but he hears you and responds promptly. “Is that so, darling?”

You nod, head lifting to stare up at him through your lashes, “Mhm…I missed it..I…” you pause, face flushing red as the deer demon peers back at you, red eyes glinting with dormant affection as he studies your expressions.

“Come now, use your words dear…” he reassures you his patience isn’t waning with a gentle hum.

Alastor is tempted to watch your plush lips move as you struggle to speak up but it’s hard to resist when you finally whisper a confession -one you think he’ll be off put by…

“W-well I missed you entirely Alastor… a lot actually.” And there you go again, eyes wide with apprehensive hope, and ever present adoration. He’d felt his fair share of adrenaline rushes, experienced the “blood rushing to your head” urges that sinners and demons alike couldn’t resist, and though Alastor prided himself in remaining in control of such things…

You brought them out of him without even trying.

Ridiculous, truly…but the longer you fawned over him the less cordiality Alastor maintained.

Touch Starved Alastor lets his smile soften, deeply appreciating your timid vulnerability, and much to your relief he lets you know it. “Missed me? Well, I must have quite the effect on you to instill such a sentiment,” His tone is abundantly softer than usual, quietly echoing in the hotels parlor, and tickling the nerves in your ears.

They perk up along with your tail as he rests his hands on your waist, pulling you impossibly close until the only proper place you can latch your hands onto is the back of the carved mahogany frame of the couch. “Al…” you sigh softly, eyes fluttering shut as his grip on you tightens a tad in response.

When had he gotten so touchy? Better yet, why?

All logical questions that you were asking yourself weren’t granted answers as the overlord inhaled heavily. Breathing you in just as you’d done to him moments ago.

Your unsteady pulse, rising lust, slight confusion, and underlying fear of him coursing through your veins in waves. Alastor identified each emotion, practically tasting them on his tongue, and his hunger rose again from it.

He could just eat you alive at this rate and from the whine you let out as he trailed his hands down to your thighs, claws ripping right through the sheer white thigh high socks you’d paired with a modestly short nightgown made it abundantly clear to him you wouldn’t mind if he did.

How sweet you’d taste?

How the shaky whines you were letting out now could turn to bashful screams?

How sickeningly perfect you’d look broken, bloody, and marked by him and him alone?

He’d wondered about these things constantly…feverishly…

Touch Starved Alastor lets his mirage of being a “true gentleman” dissipate entirely when you subconsciously roll your hips down on him for much needed friction -and in an attempt to dissolve the pain his scratches on your skin brought.

Fuck. This. Alastor curses himself, swiftly repositioning you both in a blink of an eye. Your back hits the velvet cushions with a gentle ‘thud’, earning a soft gasp on your part that’s inevitably silenced by one of his shadows wrapping around your mouth, and another gingerly snaking round your waist. He chuckles as you squirm underneath him, clearly wanting to be in control of your own body, but what would you ever need that autonomy for?

He’s here for a reason, right?

Why grant you more agency than required?

“Comfortable, my dear?” The leering stag above you chides, grin wide as you groan in frustration, eyes sliding shut as he slips between your parted legs. His red irises show brighter as your lower halves press flush against each other and you shudder from the contact -inwardly congratulating yourself for not wearing much underneath your nightdress to begin with.

Alastor allowed your hands to reach for him, your delicate claws gripping his suit collar as firmly as possible, tugging him lower as you shifted under his weight to grind against him. “Patience is a virtue, sweetheart,” he half reprimands half teases as your bare slit passes over the crotch of his black dress pants. There was no doubt your slick was leaving a stain and if it were anyone else -in any other situation- Alastor would’ve had their head for ruining his attire.

Luckily, you were to receive anything but his wrath.

How fortunate…

Touch Starved Alastor feels himself going mad when you mindlessly use any part of him you can reach as a bid for more pleasure. Eyes watering, begging him to touch you, help you, and it’s one hell of a sight to see in his opinion. “Desperate aren’t we, darling?” His cooing drives you insane, large hands wandering under your nightgown to trace your warm skin -not helping your dazed state at all.

Alastor purposefully claws at your body, placing surface level scars on it, letting the small droplets of blood that escape his cuts paint your skin and his fingertips. You struggle every soften, train of thought lagging as pain and pleasure start to intertwine.

“….please don’t stop..”

“What a sick & twisted little thing you are..”

Tears run down your face, drool dripping from the corner of your lips, and your cunt leaking all over him and sofa. Blood starts to seep through your nightdress in random streaks and it’s only then that Alastor decide it’s redundant to keep it on you. “Let’s get rid of this, shall we?” That’s all the warning you get from the radio demon before you feel his claws shred it to pieces.

Thank heavens you hadn’t chosen your favorite one tonight or you’d be devastated…

“Much, much better, ma chère,” Alastor praises you as if the task was at your own hands -and to some degree it was for letting him get this far- and yet your face flushes a deep shade of red as you nod in agreement.

The shadowy tentacle covering your mouth tightens its grip, shifting sharply to expose your neck to him, and Alastor seizes the opening immediately. Taking his time finding your sensitive spots, marking them with his teeth and tongue until there’s dark bruises left behind, and you nearly came undone from the relentless precision of love bites he inflicts on you.

Touch Starved Alastor allows your hands wander wherever they please, quite taken with the feeling of your dainty claws raking down his back, or shifting up to pet his ears. They flicker about at your touch, ever so sensitive, and heightening the pleasure he gets from torturing you. Every sound you make, the shuddering moans against his lips, and the muffled cries that build in your chest when Alastor toys with you muddles his focus further.

Bit by bit you’re chipping away at his sanity by simply enjoying his caress and offering him yours.

Alastor isn’t one to succumb to pleading easily but when you’re given the chance to use your voice and beg for release without a second thought….he hasn’t got the gall to deny you.

Not when you’re looking up at him like you might die if he denies you, so worked up that you stutter, and shake uncontrollably.

“N-need to….p-please let me…come,” you whine as quietly as possible, ears laying flat on your head as he hums melodically in false consideration for your plight.

It’s fueling his already massive ego that you’re poised to come undone when he’s barely done a thing to you and he has half the mind to pull away and watch you fall to pieces…

You’d surely give him a show then, pouting helplessly, or cowering from embarrassment realizing how much of a mess you’ve made of yourself for him.

It’d be pure entertainment.

However, why waste a prime opportunity to see you utterly satisfied by him?

By his mere presence even.

The deer demon refuses to pass up such a rare occurrence, flipping your position again so your smaller frame sits atop his larger one. “F-fuck..” you hiss as you settle on top of him, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he guides your hips to keep riding him at a rough but languid pace. Alastor observes you above him for a long moment, smile widening when your hair falls in front of your bright eyes, and your hands splay across his chest to keep yourself steadily upright.

The scratches he’s left on you are still fresh, mixing with the tears that flow down your face, and your arousal pitifully dribbling down your inner thighs as well.

Exactly how he pictured you time and time again.

“You may,” he finally exhales, static completely gone from his voice, and hearing it elicits a newfound spark of heat in your core. Your legs shake involuntarily, hips stuttering in tight circles over his clothed erection as you chased your high. Alastor watches you intently, tonguing his cheek to keep from groaning, and his body running hotter than usual as your cunt drags against him.

Touch Starved Alastor can’t fathom how a soul as tender as yours can dwindle to filth in the midst of cumming. Head lulling at an angle while your back arches just right to define your silhouette in the dark room.

The coil in your stomach snaps faster than you can gauge a reaction. A scream threatening to leap from your chest as it washed over you, but his shadows return, clasping tight enough to muffle it. “Easy, my dear…you wouldn’t want to disturb the others, hm?” Alastor bucks his hips upward to make his point clear and you visibly jolt from the overstimulation he causes.

It was clear he needed his end met too and that brought a grin to your face as his shadows receded from your lips when you quieted down. “No…” you sigh, inching a hand lower to trace over the rise in his pants. Alastor stiffens under your touch, nearly snarling when you palm him slowly, eyes never leaving his as you do. Tempting and sweet as always, “Careful, Mon Cher,” he warns, voice thick with allure.

He’d only come to seek a warm body to torment, assuming he’d take care of his own needs later, but you -the ever so caring sinner you were- seemed intent to shoulder the task now.

You licked your lips, tongue grazing your fangs as your peered down at him defiantly with a warm smile, “M’ not one of your little puppets…” Alastor raised a brow at that, noting the mischievous glint in your eyes as you leaned forward, “….and I never will be.” You finish your statement, smiling wider before lowering yourself down his body. He lets you do as you please, stuck between observing, and enjoying the attention you give him.

It’s very rare to see the overload so willing to be tested, but you made your stance clear with a singular lick up his clothed length with the softest smile on your lips. “Fuck…” he groans then, static nonexistent again as you playfully repeated the action until he became agitated enough to fist a handful of your hair and drag you back up to face him.

“It’s not very polite to tease, sweetheart.”

You smirk and reach for his belt, skillfully undoing it without breaking eye contact, feigning humility through half lidded eyes“Then would you be so kind as to correct my manners then?”

“It’d be my pleasure, darling,”

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My head was all over the place with this one ❤️ I need some sleep…

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He’s a literal walking red flag 🚩 and unfortunately my favorite color is red 😭 Credits to the creator 🖤

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laurendoessomewriting · 4 months

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Ben

Questions from this post!

What motivates your character? Ben is motivated by a lot of things. He's motivated by his love of craft beer, and his love of BDSM, as well as a general kindness for everyone because of the grief he's still experiencing after his mom's death. He's also motivated by a want to reconnect with his father, who left Ben and his mother when Ben was young.

How does the public view them? (Doesn't have to be anything major, it could be classmates, friends, strangers in the park, etc.) People probably view Ben as having a little bit of a "bad boy" aesthetic, but he's really a boy next door type with a Dominant streak.

Is your character an optimist or pessimist? For all that Ben probably could be a pessimist, he tends to have a glass-half-full point of view on most things.

Does your character care about their reputation and/or how others perceive them? The only things Ben really cares about is that the local kink community thinks he's a good person and Dom, that his friends think he's a good and reliable friend, and that he's known as being a qualified professional in his work life.

Is your character more of a family or friends person? Ben doesn't really have much in the way of family after his dad left when he was young and his mom died when he was 19 or 20. He might have a couple of distant uncles, but that's it. Ben has always had great friends, though. He's always been close with his best friend and fellow Dom, Elliot, and his mentor and another fellow Dom, Robert.

What, if anything, sticks out about their appearance? Ben is tall, probably around 6' tall. He also tends to wear a lot of leather jackets, he has several different styles, so he tends to have a "bad boy"/biker dude aesthetic. Besides that he's rather ordinary looking.

Is your character good with kids? Ben hasn't really been around many kids in his adult life, so he doesn't know. He does meet Thomas and Amanda's kid(s) though, and they seem to like him well enough, and everyone seems to think that he'd be good with kids.

What are some internal obstacles that your character has to overcome? Ben has anxiety, social anxiety, which makes it really hard to run a brewery, even though he does an amazing job with it, even the social aspect. So he's always working on that. And he's still working through the grief of his mom's death. It's been ten years, and anniversaries of her death have always been hard for him.

What emotion does your character feel most frequently? An emotion that Ben has felt most frequently over the past 10 years is grief. He's in therapy about it, and has been for most of the past 10 years, but it still knocks him down sometimes, especially on the anniversary of his mom's death.

If your character is an antagonist or something of the like, do they self-justify their actions? If so, how? Ben isn't an antagonist, but when he was first grieving his mom's death, he did/said a lot of shitty things to people, and he tried to use his grief to justify said shitty actions. Luckily he met Elliot and Robert, who made him realize that just because he's grieving doesn't mean he gets a free pass to be shitty to other people.

What events in their past helped shape and influence them into who they are today? Ben's dad left him and his mom when he was young, about 5 or 6 years old. It was Ben's birthday, and his dad left to "go get milk" to go with his birthday cake or something and he just never came back. Ben's parents went through a formal divorce process, but Ben personally never saw his dad again until he was 31 or 32. Also, Ben's mom died when he was 19 or 20, so that grief definitely changed him, as he was definitely a mama's boy. Meeting Elliot and Robert and getting into the local kink community also changed him, definitely for the better, because he learned so much about himself and how to express those parts of himself.

What are some of your character's pet peeves? Ben gets peeved by people talking over other people and ignoring what others have to say, as well as when people are jerks to other people. He also hates when people don't use their blinkers while driving.

Who is the closest person to your character? Elliot and Robert.

How did they become so close? Robert was Elliot and Ben's mentor when they were first getting into BDSM and the local kink community. Elliot and Robert helped Ben get his act together after his mom died, and helped turn him into the man and Dom he is today by being super supportive of him and stepping in as the family he didn't really have.

What habits does your character have? Good habits - Ben works out regularly, partially because of the physical benefits, but also because of the mental health benefits. Ben is a bit of a neat freak, and he keeps his space very clean and tidy as a result.

What is your character's relationship with their family? Ben doesn't have much in the way of blood family. His dad left when he was young and Ben doesn't try to seek him out until he's in his early 30s, when he feels like he's finally over his anger at his dad for leaving him and his mom. Ben tries to repair that relationship, but then he comes to realize his dad is just an asshole and he doesn't want him involved in his life. Ben's friends, especially Elliot, Robert, and eventually Taylor, and even more eventually Drew, become his family.

Overall, is there anything special or peculiar about your character compared to others in your story? Not really. Ben is really the only character who's covered in tattoos, or mostly covered.

Who/what comforts your character? Elliot and Robert and usually the first people Ben turns to for comfort, but he's also found that a good cry, ice cream, and reruns of his favorite tv show/movie also do the trick.

Summarize your character's goals in one sentence. Ben wants to be the best friend, craft beer guy, and Dom that he can be.

Who's in the way of those goals? The only one who gets in the way of Ben's goals is Ben himself. He has a hard time believing he deserves the good things in life, even though his friends are eventually able to convince him that he does deserve those things.

What is your character's relationship with their emotions? Ben has a good relationship with his emotions now, but it wasn't always that way. He struggled with his grief a lot, and sometimes on anniversaries it still overwhelms him. But for the most part he's pretty balanced, emotions-wise.

What regrets do they have, if any? (From any part of the story, not just exposition.) Ben's only regret is that he wasn't there when his mom died. It was very sudden, probably an accident of some kind, but he didn't find out until after she had already passed.

If your character is at a loud, people-filled party, how would they act? Ben has social anxiety, so he'd probably be in a corner chatting with the one or two people he knows at the party, or he'd be hanging out with the party-thrower's dog, if there's a dog present.

From childhood to their current age, how has your character changed? Ben has gone from being someone who was very reliant on his mom to someone who is able to overcome obstacles on his own (with the support of his friends). He still has anxiety, always has, probably always will, but he's also come a long way in trying to overcome that.

What is the main setting of your story and how does it impact your character? The main setting of the story is the kink club The Space. Ben spends a lot of time there once he moves back to the city, both as a hangout spot and as a place that he and Taylor (and eventually he and Drew) have most of their scenes.

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ros-writing-prompts · 10 months

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Character A: climbing pipes and jumping through windows to get into B's house because that's what they're used to

Character B: finds them and walks them back out through the front door and tells them to come in through the front door this time

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promptsforthestrugglingauthor · 4 months

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Writing Prompt #2584

"I'm tired of adventures. How about we just get married and stay home?"

"I'm sorry...did you just fucking propose?"

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coldresolve · 1 year

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Edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Send me a number and an OC, and I'll answer.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

How does your OC behave when enraged?

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

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jaybirdswriting · 10 months

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Injuries For Your Characters To Receive When You’re In The Mood For Angst (And How To Treat Them.)

A: A bite wound. (Wash the wound with soap and water, then cover the area with a bandage. Afterward your character will need medical care from a doctor to make sure that they aren’t going to get rabies or an infected bite area.)

B: A sprained wrist. (Your character should ice the area and avoid activities that cause pain. It’s also important to compress the area with bandages (But not so much that it cuts off circulation!) and keep it elevated.)

C: A stab wound to the stomach. (This is an emergency room visit because abdomens have a lot of vital organs. Just straight to the ER.)

D: A concussion. (A concussion is brain trauma so your character really should be checked out by someone at the ER. Afterward they should take it mentally easy and possibly take pills for pain.)

E: A black eye. (An ice pack on the swollen area should help.)

F: A broken ankle. (Your character will probably need to go to the Doctor to get their leg splinted. After leaving the hospital they’ll need to take it easy on their foot until it’s healed.)

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G: A bloody nose. (Stay standing or sitting and tilt your head forward so blood doesn’t go down your throat. Then your character should pinch their nose until the bleeding stops.)

H: Being scratched. (Clean the area with water and then use antibiotic ointment on the cut. Then cover the area with a bandage and keep watch for signs of infection.)

I: A broken tooth. (Your character has a dentist visit in the cards.)

J: Getting their hair yanked. (Your character would probably be fine. It would just hurt in the moment.)

K: Accidentally biting their own lip. (Clean the area with a wash cloth and water.)

L: A migraine. (Your character should turn off the lights and lay down for a bit. Possibly take a pill made for migraines as well if your character has any. Sipping on coffee and putting an ice pack on their forehead can help as well.)

M: A broken back. (Your character will likely need a back brace for six to twelve weeks and to take it easy on physical activity.)

N: A broken finger. (The finger will need to be immobilized until it heals, and casts that go the elbow are common because they stop the hand and finger from moving. Which gives it the best chance to heal.)

O: A slash to the neck. (Your character is going straight to the emergency room.)

P: A punch to the face. (Put an ice pack on the bruised area.)

Q: A slash to the face. (Would need to be cleaned and bandaged and possibly stitched up depending on the depth of the cut. Would also bleed a ton because of the blood vessels in the face that are close to the surface of the skin.)

R: A broken rib. (There’s actually not a lot you can medically do to treat a broken rib. Instead you’d be looking at icing the painful area and doing breathing exercises so you don’t develop pneumonia. Also rest will help.)

S: Rugburn. (This can be treated with a little cold water, antibiotic ointment, and a bandage.)

T: An electric shock. (If the shock caused fainting, severe burns, confusion, difficulty breathing, or heart problems, your character would need a trip to the emergency room. If not the burns could be treated with bandages and antibiotic ointment.)

U: A dislocated shoulder. (Some gentle maneuvers might pop the shoulder back into place. If not your character will need to see a doctor. Regardless of how it’s fixed your oc should take it easy on their shoulder for a bit.)

V: Stubbing their toe. (Apply ice and if it’s bad then your character should elevate their leg.)

W: A busted ear drum. (A busted ear drum can heal on it’s own a lot of the time. It might need surgery in a severe case.)

X: A bullet wound in the shoulder. (Despite how small this injury is treated in a lot of media, this is probably going to be an emergency room visit. The bullet could either be fully removed or left inside depending on the circumstances. They could also either be sent home with an open or closed wound. Either way the wound will need to be cleaned afterward and it’s possible your character will have emotional trauma from being shot.)

Y: A split lip. (An ice pack could help.)

Z: A broken nose. (For a minor fracture that hasn’t caused a nose to become misshapen, it may be fine to not see a doctor. In that case you’ll need to ice the area and probably take pain meds. If the nose is crooked the bone might need to be manually realigned.)

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