Low Stakes Prompts For Enemies (to Friends Or Lovers, If You Wish)

Warning! NSFW

To: Wanda

*new snap from Natasha*

Natasha: “she was just in my guts and now she’s playing God of War” *turns the camera on you in a sports bra and bike shorts, controller in hand, and pans onto the tv screen where God of War is running*

Wanda: At least she turned off the game for you. She blew my back out and made me see stars and when we where finished all I hear is “Play of the Game”… DO YOU KNOW HOW BIG THAT GRIN SHE WORE WAS?

Tonight is something new.

You noticed the bartenders eye on me, along with the note slipped my way, and I noticed the flirts that the strangers around us sent over to you. At first, we wanted to laugh it off. But as the night continued, the winking, the smirking, and the "accidental waist touches" started getting to us.

We're not toxic, no. We're not immature nor insecure. But tonight, there's no stopping this.

Your tight hold on my thigh in the car ride home sends a shiver up my spine, and my clenched jaw mixed with my glares tells you that tonight will be different. Right now, there's no dominance or submission.

Right now, it's a war. A passionate, filthy, beautiful war.

When we burst through that door, you know you'll be pinned against it with my fingers wrapped around your neck, and they'll be the tightest you've ever felt them be. When we make our way to our room, I know I'll already have your fingerprints burned into my skin, and I'll whimper at your unyielding grip.

You'll put that strap on, and you'll fuck into me like you own me. Because you do. I'll wrap my legs around you, and with a grip on your jaw, I'll remind you that you belong to me. We'll grunt, we'll bite, we'll curse, and we'll beg each other for mercy. And when you've made me cum for you, again and again, you'll swallow every drop because it's yours. When I have my tongue buried inside of you, you'll cry out my name because your ruin is mine. We'll fuck like animals to the point where if the walls could talk, they'd say it looks like we hate each other. But no, we're simply at battle, and we're both being torn down and broken apart. Which means we're both winning.

So, when it's over, when my pussy has been spanked and owned enough to leave me aching and pink, and your body has been painted with my lipstick and bruises, you're gently tracing your fingers up and down my back while I look at you with nothing but love.

I know we'll whisper it together once more.

"You're mine."

i can see it on your face. the way your eyebrows furrow but your eyes aren’t glistening with lust or care, they are swirled with guilt, sadness and fear. you’re dropping.

i don’t need to think about myself anymore, im safe. it’s you who needs me. i need your attention. but getting your full attention when your mind is swirling with thoughts is hard. i need your focus on me now. how do i get your attention when your brain is so focused on your brains overwhelming thoughts.. do you prefer your honourifics? mommy? mistress? maam? sir? a sweet name? baby? darling? babe? or just your name.. what can i call to get those beautiful eyes on me? there you are. hi. big breaths. in through your nose, hold for 5 and out your mouth.. good.. nice and slow. focus on your breath and me. nothing else.

do you like being touched hm? let me crawl to sit in front of you, sit on your lap or sit beside you. my hands cupping your cheeks, thumbs rubbing just lightly. fingers twirling through your hair and kissing on your sweet nose. massage your sore muscles. let me pull you against my chest and hug you so tight, scratch your back. take a shower or a bath, let me wash you. i promise to be gentle, and you can wash me after too okay? big breaths again. or would you rather enjoy some comfortable silence? put a movie on? clean up and move onto a new task and discuss later? anything. anything to make you feel more safe, sane and appreciated.

you don’t need to talk, it’s okay. let me talk. let me reassure you this time. you did amazing. thank you for trusting me. you didn’t hurt me more than my limits. everything you did was incredible. i felt safe. i felt cared for. you’re not weak because you dropped. i felt so so so good and you did that, just you. i appreciate the care you took with my submission. i am okay. i trust you. you’re appreciated. you’re loved. you’re safe. im so proud of you. big breaths <3

Threat/Help/ Wounded/Angst Prompts

Not really sure what the name was 🤡

"Get behind me"

"Come at me!"

"I dare you!"

"Don’t you dare lay a finger on [pronoun]!"

"I will find you, and when I do. Ha, it won’t end well"

"Shh! They’ll hear us!"

"You didn’t have to do that"

"Fuck ‘was that for?!"

"What are you doing?!"

"I—I have a/this [weapon] in my hand! And I’m not afraid to use it!"

"Stop hurting [pronoun]!"

"GET OFF!"

"Help me— please!"

"I don’t want to get hurt, again…"

"Stop! PLEASE! Don’t hurt me!"

"I will stab you to death"

"You want MERCY?! Ha… Then get on your knees and beg!"

"It’s me, and [pronoun] dies. Or it’s [pronoun] and I die"

"Pick the wrong one and face the consequence!"

"I beg of you, please, don’t hurt [name]"

"I’ll pay you anything! Just name your price!"

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here"

"Get out of the way!"

"Stop! If you do that then you’ll be gone forever!"

"I’ll serve you— just as long as [name] is free"

"You should’ve died in [name’s] place!"

Prompts

Person A shielding Person B

Person A covers Person B as they annihilate a threat

Person B knowing they don’t have anymore time left, and kisses Person A’s forehead telling them not to forget them

Person A being held in Prison because they took the fault of Person B’s crime

Person B finally got rid of an abusive relationship (wether it’s a family member or their s/o), and Person A does their best to help them recover

Person A treating Person B’s wounds

Person A helping Person B back on their feet after a battle (old history lore)

Person B is usually really good at hiding [pronoun] wounds, till they wear an extra large shirt and a wound is exposed to Person A

Person A holding Person B in [pronoun] arms after hearing them say their last words

Person A carrying Person B to safety

Person A cooking for Person B because their sick, and are still recovering from their wounds

Person B crying and screaming in Pain, while Person A trying to calm them down and get them first aid

read literature. be present. make love. make tea. write a poem. cry. watch a sappy movie that makes you want to throw things at it. paint your nails. cook something. call your best friend. learn an instrument. wonder. take a bath. go for a walk. lie down on the grass. listen to the entirety of ur favorite album from 2016. take pics of sunsets. ponder. shamelessly dance in your room. curl up on your bed. make endless wishes to the stars twinkling in the midnight sky. think about nothing. think about everything. think about things so hard that you barely remember what happened moments ago and why you’re feeling the way you do

"Mmm, look at you," I coo, my voice thick like honey as I curl my fingers under your chin and tilt your head back, just enough to make you meet my gaze in that dazed, blissed-out haze. "Such a messy little slut. Can’t even stay still, can you?"

You swallow thickly at my words, but your body leans in instinctively, hips shifting, thighs trembling. Hungry. Needy. Mine.

But inside, what I’m really thinking is: You’re divine. Absolutely breathtaking. You ache so beautifully for me. I’ll never get tired of this view… of you.

"My pathetic little thing..." I whisper next, my fingers dragging across the slick heat between your thighs. "You’d do anything for Mommy, wouldn’t you?"

You nod fast, frantic, a high-pitched whimper caught in your throat. Your lips try to form something like a 'yes,' but it’s lost in the moan that spills out instead.

Your tears are threatening now, clinging to your lashes, blinking fast as if your body can’t decide if it’s overwhelmed or overjoyed. Probably both.

And I think: You’re so trusting. So brave. My perfect girl. You don’t even know how much I love you for this. I don’t take it for granted, not for one second.

I press a kiss to your temple. Just once.

Then I pull away again, drag my nails down your spine slow and sharp, just to watch the ripple of your back, the way you arch into the sting. Then before you even know what hit you, I deliver a hard slap. The sound echoes and you cry out, but you don't move away.

"Does my baby feel a little dumb tonight, hm?" I purr as I deliver another sharp smack, watching your body jolt. Your back arches for me, your hips twitching for more. "You’re really are too far gone to even think now, aren’t you?"

You moan. Just a sound, so raw, so open.

"Say it," I order with a drawn out croon. "Say what you are."

Your voice is nearly a whimper. "I’m… I’m your dumb little baby, Mommy… s’too much— but I like it, I like it, I—"

"Shh, I know." I stroke you tenderly, then strike again. Your thighs twitch, your knees buckle slightly, and you sob so prettily.

But in my mind, I’m holding you close: You’re not dumb at all. You’re clever, intuitive, emotionally rich. You let me take you to this place because you know I’ll bring you back. I’ll never let you fall alone.

"Pathetic," I breathe, slower this time, drawing the word out as I rake my nails lightly down your back, over tender, already-reddened skin. I lean closer, tongue trailing your jaw, and murmur against your cheek, "Dripping just from my voice. How filthy is that, my little slut?"

You moan again, helpless. "Mmm… yes... yes... so slutty for you… can’t think, Mommy… just wanna be good…"

I groan softly against your ear. "That’s my girl."

Another slap, and you whimper. Another, and your knees give, but I catch you, always. One arm loops around your waist as I press your back firmly against my front.

"This is what I do to you, hmm? Turn that sharp little mind to mush with just my voice, my hands."

You whimper, voice slurring. "Yours… all yours…"

"Yes, you are," I groan, dragging my hand between your legs again. So wet, so swollen, perfect. I push two fingers in without warning, and you cry out, your body gripping me tight.

"You were made for this," I murmur against your temple. "Made for me."

You nod, whining, "I—I can’t think, Mommy—"

"Good," I say, curling my fingers inside you. "Don’t think. Just take."

You fall apart so beautifully, loud, messy, soaking my fingers as I press my mouth to your neck, whispering filth and praise in the same breath.

But inside, my heart aches with how much I adore you: You're my treasure. My good girl. My everything. You crave the sting because you trust the hands that deliver it. And I will never stop cherishing that.

I slow the pace, fingers still deep inside you, but softer now. I kiss the side of your face, damp with tears.

"You did so well for me," I whisper. "Mommy's so proud of you."

You’re shaking in my arms, lips parted, dazed and spent, and I hold you tighter. Your body is mine to break, yes… but your soul is mine to protect. Always.

im sorry i moaned when you bit me.

do it again.

Good morning

Anyone else just feel so full of love and pride for someone, or is that just me?

My thoughts are filled with images of her, and with every single one I just feel so much adoration. It’s like I physically feel the love overflowing inside me. God, she deserves the absolute best in life, I hope all her dreams come true.

And I hope I get to see it all, and be a witness to her magnificence forever