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updated June 14 2026. Going through some of the lists sporadically and placing dialogue prompts in their respective sections. My focus this time around is enemies/lovers prompts.

PLEASE reblog if you use any of these/wanna share with your writer friends!!

sebastian, who's been in love with her since their first duel, vibrating at the speed the eye cannot comprehend: it's no biggie :)

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"How could you do it, Sebastian? How could you curse someone like that, curse her? You had to mean it!"

"I just... we could have died otherwise! It doesn't matter how I did it, I just did. We got out, we're alive, aren't we?"

"Ominis? Don't ignore me."

"I'm not ignoring you, Sallow, I'm processing. I won't forget this."

"Hey, come on mate. You forgot all about that time I accidentally turned your hair blue, right?"

Yessssss I'm not much of a physical touch person irl but James I would allow

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 847 words

Sirius is trying to follow Remus’ example and focus on the puzzle, but his eyes keep flitting up to you worriedly. You’ve monopolized the couch, laying flat with a hand cast over your eyes and your mouth pinched in obvious discomfort. He’d tried rubbing your calf and Remus had offered you tea, but they’d both given up when the attention only seemed to worsen your mood. Remus suggested they work on the puzzle while you rest (not Sirius’ favorite activity, but forced upon him because it keeps him quiet) and now they’re both simply trying not incur your wrath. 

“Quit looking at me,” you growl without opening your eyes. 

In Sirius’ case, not doing a very good job. 

“Fine, sheesh,” he says, and you press your lips together like you’re restraining yourself from snapping at him. 

You cringe when the door opens, every line of you pulling taut. James is all smiles as he tosses his gym bag to the floor with a heavy thump. “Hello, my loves!” His voice is a decibel short of booming, but it softens when he sees you on the couch. “Oh, sorry, is she napping?” 

Remus shakes his head, lips pursed as he watches your hand tighten over your eyes. “Headache,” he explains quietly. 

“Oh, I’m sorry lovie.” James reroutes from the kitchen, heading for you. Sirius tenses. “How bad is it?” 

“Prongs,” Sirius whispers urgently, “don’t—”

zoro x f!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: tummy-pusher zoro, squirting, oral (f!receiving), overstimulation, prone bone, chokehold, slight breath play, creampie, violent imagery, religious imagery, bit of aftercare.

zoro thinks you might be trying to say his name.

he’s knelt between your legs, sitting back on his haunches and rocking his hips just enough to fuck you with the fat tip of his cock. there’s a rhythm to the unsteady rise and fall of your chest. short inhale, long exhale, the same way you always sigh his name when he’s reduced you to this.

tears dotting your lashes, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth, hips bucking mindlessly trying to get him to slip in deeper.

fuck, you’re hungry for it.

(brought to you by me remembering how awfully sick I was a few months ago, and how I wished for something like this. now you do too. you´re welcome.)

First off, yes this is longer than my own masterlist but that because these amazing writers are better than me and deserves all the glory that they get.

They get all the credit for this post. -> So don’t forget to like their posts and follow their accounts and just overall please to make sure to show your appreciation to these writers for all their work :)

Painful self-promotion -> Cloaked in Green Masterlist

-> UPDATES CONSTANTLY

The Shoutout’s

@midearthwritings

I haven’t interacted with them much but every interaction so far I’ve had with them, they have been so sweet and I just love them 💯

Masterlist

Be Mine - Dwalin x Hobbit!Reader

Don’t you cry - Bofur x Reader

Beating Hearts- Thorin x Reader

And we’ll Love - Kili x Reader

Those who dream - Fili x reader

@ladylouoflothlorien

Amazing writer~ whenever I am need of a Dwalin fix I always go to their page.💌

Hobbit Masterlist

Hunting Wound -Kili x Reader

Twelve Days of Dwarfmas -Dwalin x Reader / The company x reader

Kili x Reader

Fandom: Tolkien

Summary: On an unsuspecting summer afternoon, Gandalf the Gray shows up on your front porch and, much like he did to Bilbo, sweeps you up into an adventure you never could have imagined. With the knowledge of things to come, will you be able to change the ending?

Note: For my sanity, we’re pretending the book describes the dwarves the way they look in the movies. Also I’m gonna deviate a bit from book canon and dip my toes (more like my entire leg) into movie canon just because things flow a little better that way. Also also, I took some liberties with the Dwarvish courting customs. I will probably also be uploading this to AO3 at some point, separated into chapters for easier navigation. 

Bear with me and behold my Magnum Opus.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, the Hobbit spoilers, alcohol/drinking, some angst but a fluffy ending, mentions of injuries, kind of a slow burn but very fluffy

Word Count: 45k

Reader Is: Female, from our world, 23 years old

Stuck. You were stuck. You read the last few sentences back to yourself, but they didn’t make anything click. You’d lost your steam and now, you were stuck once again.

Writing was a lot harder than it looked, that was for sure, but writing something fantasy? You were finding the task nearly impossible. When you’d started the project several months before, it had seemed so fun. You’d grown up on Narnia, on Lord of the Rings. Building your own fantasy world would be quite the task, you’d known, but perhaps you didn’t know quite how time consuming it would be, let alone when you added in the characters and their characterizations, which fantasy creatures to include, how the magic would work, how the weapons would work and so on and so forth.

Thinking about it too much gave you a headache, so you sat back in your chair, closing your laptop. Maybe you needed a break. Some more caffeine, maybe, some stretches for your strained neck and sore wrists.

1. Matters of the Heart by a_written_dream (@a-written-dream)        

 “You must find the person Arthur truly loves,” the Dragon says, and this time it’s Merlin who wants to laugh.

 “Arthur doesn’t love anyone, not since Gwen,” he says, certain of it.

 The air rumbles with the Dragon’s laughter. “It seems you do not know your prince quite as well as you thought, young warlock.”

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A 2x10 Sweet Dreams rewrite. After the ordeal with Hengist, Gwen and Arthur decide they are better suited as friends. Arthur still gets enchanted to fall in love with Lady Vivian, Merlin still tries to save his royal ass, and True Loves’ Kiss is still the cure. But if Gwen isn’t Arthur’s true love, then who could it possibly be?

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hmmm it’s really a mystery who arthur’s OTHER HALF is

2. Your Eyes Glow by Drifting_Stream    

Arthur’s been acting strangely ever since he’d learned about Merlin’s magic, which he found completely understandable. But asking Merlin to use magic in front of him, when it so obviously made the king uncomfortable? Obviously, Arthur was disgusted by his magic, by him. That had to be it. Right?

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damn it’s like obliviousness is contagious. first arthur doesn’t notice merlin doing magic right in front of him, and now merlin doesn’t noticed [redacted]

3. Next to You (It’s the Rule) by LunaMyLove    

Arthur and Merlin have a special relationship. They always have, even when they were prince and servant. While many question it when first noticing, eventually it becomes an understanding in Camelot—and even among some other countries—that where there is Arthur, there is Merlin. And, where there is Merlin, there is Arthur.

Or

Arthur and Merlin’s relationship as witnessed and explained by others.

Also, or

Five times someone realizes that Merlin is the Queen, one time Merlin realizes it himself, and one time he owns it.

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this fucking audio…

Iko is the queen of spotting misbehaving clothing tags and helpfully tucking them back in.

This is a mixed blessing because her fingers can get quite chilly in winter and cold fingers suddenly fishing around in your collar can be quite…startling…as Cinder can attest.

Since Cress is not a fan of pickles, she picks them out of the sandwiches they sneak into and deposits them unasked on Wolf’s plate, where she knows they will be more appreciated.

Unattended portscreens are always answered and held up at speaker-level by whoever is closest if the true owner is elbow-deep in dishwater or busy helping knead a loaf of bread or braiding someone’s hair or (in later years)holding a baby.

Though, in the case of baby-holding, this is more likely to be an excuse for someone else to steal said baby for extra cuddles. The competition’s rough when there are so many aunts and uncles.

Thorne has been known to snag someone else’s wrist to check the time on their watch when he can’t find the one that matches his flight jacket doesn’t happen to be wearing one.

Jacin is not a fan. 

Winter is an expert at spotting stray eyelashes and sweeping them off her friends’ cheeks with gentle fingertips. And, of course, holding them out to be blown away so that the person in question can make a wish!

The wishes are not optional.

When space is limited and Wolf needs to scoot past someone in a cramped hallway or tight farmhouse kitchen, he always makes sure they know he’s behind them with a massive hand on their shoulder or sometimes a gentle grasp on both shoulders to set them carefully out of the way.

Ahhhhhhhh!!! Your examples are so incredibly adorable all by themselves! I can’t even express how much I love the idea of Wolf being so very careful about how he touches Cress. Instinctive little touches like that are such a big part of what makes the Rampion crew more family than friends. Touches and actions like…

Iko absently playing with the hair of whoever she’s sitting next to. She weaves delicate braids into Cress’s short locks (or Jacin’s longer ones), then unravels them to leave pretty little waves.

Jacin automatically throwing out an arm to halt any unpleasant jolts for his passenger—often Kai or Cinder or Winter—when the hover brakes unexpectantly.

Thorne gently tucking his flight jacket around Cinder’s shoulders when she falls asleep in the Rampion’s copilot seat after several hours’ worth of work on the control panel’s wiring.

Scarlet holding out a spoonful of the stew she’s just made to Cress for tasting, her other hand poised under it to catch any drips.

Winter propping her chin on Kai’s shoulder while they’re waiting for Jacin to bring the hover around after yet another exhausting press conference about the bioelectricity inhibitor.

Cress wordlessly handing any stubborn pickle/jam/jelly jars over to Wolf to open for her.

In turn, Wolf wordlessly handing over tangled headphones or knotted shoestrings to Cress because her small fingers excel where his giant hands fall short. 

Thorne carrying Cinder’s discarded heels (and Cress’s, of course) for her as the Peace Ball winds down and everyone’s walking back to the palace’s living space together.

Wolf snagging Thorne’s collar to haul him back before he accidentally steps off a curb wrong or steps in something unpleasant in the barnyard.

Iko holding onto Cinder’s arm for balance as she adjusts the strap on her sandals.

Scarlet dishing up second and third helpings at dinner without being asked because after all the meals they’ve eaten together, she knows who’s going to want what.

Pairing: Sky x reader

Summary: Reader is best friends with Sky and has been ever since they can remember. You both have feelings for each other but Stella isn’t ready to give up on Sky. She turns to blackmail hoping that the threat of revealing your darkest secret to the entire school including Sky will be enough to keep you apart. But Sky isn’t ready to give up on you just yet. 

Finished

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Chapter 5

“That was really kind of you, you know Geralt?” The bard had said one night as they were getting ready for bed. The Witcher had gotten a job getting rid of a pesky monster on a farmer’s property but had refused the money once he had seen the state of his home and his sickly child. Geralt had startled at the compliment, dropping his bag accidentally. He simply looked away and grunted in response, bending over to pick up his bag.

“I’m serious, Geralt.” 

Another grunt. Still no eye contact.

“Geralt,” Jaskier’s voice came out whiny, “look at me when I tell you you’re a good person.” He skipped around to face Geralt with a smile, eyes widening when he saw the blush dusting the Witcher’s features. “You’re blushing.” Jaskier said giddily.

“I don’t blush.” Geralt growled, still in fact blushing. 

“You’re blushing because of my compliment.” Jaskier continued, the realisation dawning on him.

“Fuck off, Jaskier.”

“I am serious though, Geralt, you’re good and you’re kind and you care about people despite always saying you don’t.” 

“Jaskier.”

“What?”

There was a moment of silence.

“Go to bed.”

The bard didn’t stop grinning for the rest of the night.

And so, it became a thing. While Jaskier had never been shy when it came to dishing out compliments, after all, he was a lover of most things, he made sure to praise Geralt especially.

“You’re looking very rugged today, Geralt, very handsome indeed.”

“Did you know that your hair shines like silver in the sun?”

“That was a very smart move back there, Witcher.”

“That monster was taken down in record time, very impressive.”

Geralt hadn’t noticed how dependent he’d grown on Jaskier’s compliments. He’d always said them like they were obvious, like it wasn’t a big deal to be saying it, like Geralt hadn’t had gone nearly a century hearing mostly hatred and cruel words.

Once they had reconciled after the incident on the mountain (with much apology on the Witcher’s part) Jaskier hesitated with his praise, unsure of the boundaries between them anymore. But even the bard had gotten used to his compliments, so much so that he hadn’t even noticed when he’d said “you’re a good man, Geralt, better than most” after they had passed through a particularly hostile town. He stumbled a bit after he realised that the Witcher had stopped. Jaskier turned around to find those amber eyes shining, an unusually vulnerable expression on Geralt’s face.

“Geralt?” He asked worriedly, afraid that he had crossed some unknown boundary before being pulled into a hug. He wrapped his arms tentatively around the man, heart fluttering at their proximity.

After they had gotten together, the praise only grew. Geralt had very many things he liked in bed, all of which Jaskier discovered and took full advantage of. As it turned out, not only did Geralt have a thing for Jaskier’s voice in bed, but he also had a thing for when that voice was showering him in praise, encouraging him, begging him. It was absolutely filthy and it would always garner a low growl from the Witcher, something from deep within his gut, as well as a particularly swift thrust. 

They also became softer, sweeter. He’d say little things like “oh you look lovely today” or “I like it when you smile, Geralt” or “you make me feel safe” and Geralt would melt at the dulcet sound of the bard’s praise.

So yes, Geralt had a praise thing and Jaskier was more than happy to oblige. However it also meant that when they argued, all of it was swiftly cut off, leaving Geralt on edge. 

And oh, did the bard know this and oh, did he use it to his full advantage.

He’d go complimenting others, turning to Yennefer and saying a very pointed “your eyes are gorgeous, Yen, like pure amethyst”, leaving a very stunned Yennefer and a fuming Geralt behind him as he continued on through the marketplace. Her surprise would quickly fade, of course, at the sight of the Witcher.

“You two lovebirds arguing?” She’d ask, earning a quick grunt from the man. “Well, take your time solving it, I don’t mind the compliments.”

Not only that but he’d compliment complete strangers. He’d tell the barmaid that her hair was “the colour of passionate flame” or he’d thank the stable boy for “his hard and dedicated work” and while Jaskier did frequently compliment others, he’d do this in a particular way, in a way Geralt knew was pointed at him. It would leave the Witcher huffy and pouty, as Yennefer had once pointed out. 

Of course, once the two would reconcile, the praise would return as usual and Geralt would go back to feeling that warm, sweet feeling that he’d get whenever the bard complimented his eyes or his arms or his smile. 

The thing was that he’d want to return the many compliments that Jaskier paid him. He’d think them, as he always did. Whenever the bard was around, his mind very rarely strayed from him, focusing on his laugh, his eyes, his hands, his voice, his absolutely everything. 

Jaskier knew though, like he knew so much about the Witcher. 

Occasionally, Geralt would manage a soft “I like your eyes”. 

Once, Jaskier had received a “your voice is like honey” and he didn’t stop thinking about it for hours afterwards. 

He didn’t need much praise though, instead finding affection in Geralt’s names for him. Sometimes the Witcher would call him things like “buttercup” or “my bluebird” and it filled the bard with such emotion, it was practically saccharine.