PROMPTS THAT START WITH "I NEED..." *  assorted Dialogue, Adjust As Necessary

😶‍🌫️ FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?

FACE IN CLOUDS — is there something you're hiding from the people you love? if so, how urgent is it for them to hear it? what's holding you back from sharing it?

I try to be upfront with the people I care about if it’s something they need to hear, so I hope I haven’t forgotten anything important.

I guess I have been a little distant recently though… Just been in my head a lot though, nothing they need to get all worked up about, y’know?

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Kali’s hands worked diligently, lip bitten slightly in concentration, wincing slightly under her own breath at each sign of discomfort Maeve let out. Her brows furrowed immediately at the other woman’s words and Kali’s gaze shot up to meet hers in irritation.

“When is it ever ‘just a scratch’ with you?”

Her fingers move with practiced ease, far too used to this routine by now. But Maeve’s next words make her pause, a soft huff of air escaping her nostrils, a not-quite laugh.

“You drive me crazy sometimes, y’know that?” There’s a note of obvious fondness under the frustration. “What’s your plan for if my 24/7 First Aid service isn’t available?”

[ wounded ] sender patches up receiver's wounds

Whenever Maeve gets injured, she is a grumbling cat, the insistent “I’m fine, I’ll be fine” never cuts it for Kali, and she knew this well, but still — she insisted. 

“Kali, I’m fine, I promise — it’s just a scratch!” 

Except it wasn’t, and if it weren’t for the female patching up Maeve’s wounds, she’d have lost a little more blood than necessary. She sighed and watched as the female continued her work. 

“Worth it, though. As long as you don't get hurt.” And she knew she’d get a smack or a look from her, but Maeve didn’t care, a chuckle emitting from her. Those that knew Maeve would know how reckless she can be.

non-verbal angst prompts

your joyride is here [♡]

" if i order pizza, would you have some? extra cheesy? "

“Oh, you have no idea how incredible that sounds right now. Absolutely yes.”

what are you seeking?

FORGIVENESS

"what should i apologize for; what i am or what i'm not?" //

oh, little hero, how close are you to crumbling under the weight on your shoulders? how heavy has that heart of yours gotten? how deeply has the guilt burrowed into your bones? how permanently has the grief been seared into your soul? you were so tender, and the world so cruel. loss after loss after loss, each another chip on your shoulder. because you deserved it, didn't you? if you could be better...faster...stronger...smarter...then maybe it wouldn't have happened. right? the blood stains your hands, and it won't wash out will it? but darling, it's never been your fault. you've learned to turn the rage and the regret, the guilt and the grief, inwards. if you're hurt, it's your own fault isn't it? because then there's a reason for it, because it gives you some semblance of control, doesn't it? what you seek is forgiveness, for your perceived wrongs. but oh, little skeleton, you do not need it. stop blaming yourself for what was beyond your control. let go of the past. grow. and learn to breathe with both of your lungs. stop choking on your own self hatred. the weight will ease, i promise. i love you.

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Sylus looks like the type to fuck rough—his sharp red eyes, the way he carries himself, the way his hands are always firm, always in control. Anyone would think he’d bend you over and take what he wants without a second thought. And maybe he could. Maybe he wants to. But when he finally gets you under him, spread out and aching for his cock, he’s slow.

Careful. His hands trace over your body like he’s memorizing you, like you’re something precious. He doesn’t slam into your pussy like you expected. He sinks in inch by inch, watching your face, feeling the way you tighten around him.

He presses his lips to your neck, whispering soft things, his fingers sliding down to rub your clit in slow, teasing circles. Even when you beg him to go harder, to fuck you like you know he can, he just chuckles, shakes his head, and kisses you deeper. Because it’s never just about getting off for him—it’s about feeling you, having you, making you come apart under him until there’s nothing left but his name on your lips.

A, I, L for the NSFW alphabet ! 🖤🥰

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very affectionate (especially if she’s sleepy), usually will be the one to bring up cleaning up if the other doesn’t. Absolutely always down to cuddle (gets a little disappointed if she can’t but she would never say it) 50/50 on if she behaves or tries for another round

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Huge fan of the romantic aspect, very touchy, loves to kiss and look into someone’s eyes (if hers or theirs are open anyway)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Cars for sure (preferably leather seats bc easier to clean), the couch and in the bathroom are also fun contenders

Tarus City can have flowers bloom everywhere, as far as the eye can see. But only for one person.

Lidia Yuknavitch, from Reading the Waves: A Memoir published in 2025